"Thanks." I gave a small smile at the guy that brought our drinks.
He smiled back and left, probably going to take another order. Harry grabbed his mango milkshake and took a long sip from the straw, the sound giving me chills. I grabbed my strawberry mojito and took a sip, the sweetness of the fruit emmidiately recognized by my tongue.
A low moan escaped my lips and I looked up at Harry with shock. He stared back at me with narrowed eyes, the straw still between his lips. My insides twisted and I felt an overwhelming burning down...there. My heart fluttered and I felt my cheeks blushing. I left the glass back to the small white wooden table and turned my attention towards the pool.
"Is it good?" he asked, his voice raspier than before.
"Yeah, yours?" I looked at him with shy eyes.
"It's delicious," he said, taking another sip, never taking his gaze away from me.
My insides twisted again at the sound and the burning came back down there. I gulped and cleared my throat to gain my confidence, wich was only a tiny part of it left in my body.
"I'm getting into the water, wanna join?" he asked, leaving the glass on the table.
"No, not yet." I smiled at him as he stood up.
"You sure?" he raised a brow and I nodded.
"Yeah, I'll tan for a while." I said as I layed on my back and brought my legs up on the pool chair.
"Okay." he said and walked towards the pool.
I watched his tall figure walking away from me, and I couldn't help but admire his beauty. His muscles flexed as he stretched his strong, inked arms. My eyes travelled down his legs, wich looked much better than mine. God, how is he doing that?
"Hey, Rebecca," he yelled as he turned around with a big grin. I raised a brow and he opened his arms. "Watch this."
And with that, he did a back flip and got under the water. My eyes widened and I jumped on my seat, covering my mouth with my hands. It was awesome, and I know I would never be able to do it too. He popped his head out of the water and grinned at me, raising eyebrows and opening his hands.
"It was awesome!" I said loud so he could hear me and gave him a thumbs up.
His grin got bigger and he got under the water again. I smiled to myself at how cute he was and took my mojito in my hands, taking some small quick sips. I was thinking about how different Harry turned when I looked up at him and my heart dropped to my stomach.
Harry had his arms crossed on the edge of the pool, his chin resting on them, talking with a girl that was sitting next to him, her legs digged into the water, her red long hair were resting on her shoulders. And the best part? She had an amazing body. Big boobs and big ass.
My heart felt as if she was betrayed again. I tried to blink my tears away and succeeded, but the jolt of pain that I felt through me didn't leave. He was smiling at her and talking to her, his wer hair still gathered in a ponytail and his strong arms right next to her.
I jumped a little when I saw a guy sitting on Harry's pool chair and my heart stopped when I saw that it was the guy with the blue eyes. He was holding his own mojito in hand and he was staring at me with happy eyes.
"Hello." he smiled and I furrowed my brows.
Excuse me?
"Hi." I said quietly, staring at him confused.
"I know this is weird but, I wanted to introduce myself." He said with his thin accent. He must be Italian.
"Ahh..sure?" I laughed lightly.
His smile grew bigger and he held his hand out for me.
"I'm Josh."
I took a sip from my mojito to gain a little more confidence. The hot guy is talking to me, the hot guy is named Josh and he wants to know my name. I shook his hand and gave him a shy smile.
"Rebecca." his hand was cold, just like mine. Probably because we're holding our mojitos. And why is everyone repeating my name when I introduce myself? It gets annoying.
"Rebecca," he repeated with narrowed eyes. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too." I said kindly.
I wasn't that interested to talk to him because Harry was still there with her..I wanted to cry somewhere but then I thought: why cry again for him?
"So, are you from here?" he asked curious, taking a sip from his mojito, blue eyes fixed on mine.
"Umm, not actually. I'm from Florida but I moved here last year." I answered.
"Florida hah? Miami?" he asked with surprised eyes.
"You got it right." I nodded and we both laughed a little.
"What about you? Are you from Italy?" I asked and took another sip from my mojito.
"How do you know?" he furrowed his brows.
"Your accent." I said and he nodded.
God, that reminds me when I asked Harry if he's from England. He said the exact same thing.
"Oh," he chuckled. "You're a smart girl, aren't you?" he asked with a smirk.
"I don't know, you're gonna tell me." I flirted back a little.
His smirk grew bigger as his eyes flitted back and forth into my own. He took another sip of his mojito, eyes staring down before fixing on my face again.
"Tell me something about you."
"Like what?" I chuckled, my forefinger and thumb playing with the straw in my mojito.
"Like...what's your favourite song?" he said and I laughed.
"Why are you so curious about my interests?" I asked laughing.
He laughed a little. "Because I want to get to know you." he said with honest in his voice.
I had to say, Josh looked like a very nice guy. Plus, he was hot as hell. And he wanted to get to know me. He was really kind and I liked him, but that doesn't mean I wasn't still nervous about his opinion about my body.
"There's not a lot of things to know about me, really. My life sucks." I admitted and he seemed kind of angry.
"Why would ever a girl like you say that?" he asked with disbelief.
Oh, maybe because my life is a fuck up and I'm still a hostage of a murderer-who killed my friends-and he took all my rights and now wants me to give him another chance but here he is, talking with another girl and I'm sure he doesn't even remember that I'm here. My life does suck.
"Trust me, my life is not that interesting. What about you?" I asked.
"Well, I-"
"You're sitting in my seat." a raspy voice said and we both turned to look at Harry, standing a feet away from me, scowling at Josh, arms crossed over his chest and his wet body only giving me goosebumps. Damn...if Harry's not hot then I'm not human.
"Oh, I'm sorry man, but we're having a conversation." Josh said, his tone a little harsh.
"Oh really?" Harry glanced at me, jaw set.
I gulped. Shit. I didn't want Harry to get angry at me.
"Umm-let me introduce you, Harry this is Josh and Josh this is-"
"Her boyfriend." Harry cut me off.
My eyes widened and my heart came back to life. There was a knot in the pit of my stomach that I almost leaned in and drop my mojito. Josh furrowed his brows and turned to look at me with questioning eyes.
"You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend."
That's because I don't, you idiot!
"I-I-"
"I did. Now move from my seat." Harry snapped.
Josh clenched his jaw and stood up, giving me a small smile. My stomach turned. I felt bad for Josh, he didn't want to make a fight.
"It was nice to meet you, Rebecca." he said and I nodded.
"It was nice talking to you, Josh." I gave him a warm smile.
He nodded and gave Harry a glare as he walked back to his group of friends. Harry sat on the pool chair and stared at me. I gulped and tried to act cool.
"What was that?" he asked in a sharp tone.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"Rebecca," he said through clenched teeth. "You were flirting with the guy?"
"What? Are you cra-oh my God," I laughed, shaking my head.
"Stop laughing at me and stop lying to me!" he growled.
"Why are you so pissed at me talking to a guy? And what if I was flirting? You were talking with that girl first." I fired back, gaining a surprised expression from him.
"Are you jealous, Rebecca?" he asked, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
"N-no." I blushed and took a sip from my mojito. "You are jealous." I remarked.
"And why are you saying that?" he said, smiling without his teeth.
"Because you said to Josh you're my boyfriend when you're not."
He grinned and let a snort. "This guy wouldn't try to make another move on you because I said I'm your boyfriend."
"Harry, even if he tried to make a move on me, it's none of your business."
His expression turned to serious and he clenched his jaw again. I was afraid, but I kept my poker face. He suddenly chuckled and stood up with a cheeky grin plastered on his features.
"Come on, get into the water." he encouranged me and changed the subject.
"No, I don't want to get-"
"Come on, Rebeccaaaa," he whined and raised a playful brow at me.
"No, Harry." I argued.
He smirked and bent down, sliding one hand under my bare knees and the other under my back, lifting me from the pool chair. I screamed and felt my cheeks blushing as some of the people around stared at us.
"Harry put me down!" I squeaked as he started running towards the pool.
"Now, babe," he said, making me widen my eyes at him. "You're going to get wet."
"No, no, no, no! Harry put me down, now!" I demanded but I couldn't help the grin on my face.
"One," he started counting.
"No, Harry don't!"
"Two,"
"Harry!"
"Two and a half?" he teased.
"Don't you dare-"
"Three!" he threw me into the water and I let a loud squeak.
The water was cold and relaxing against my hot skin. I got my head out of the water and took a deep breath before glaring at Harry who was laughing at me.
"What the hell!" I yelled at him, but his laugh only caused me to giggle.
"Your face!" he laughed and I clenched my jaw.
"You are such an-" I was cut off by him jumping into the water and splashing some into my face.
I brought my arms in front of my face to cover it and pulled them away when he popped his head out of the water. He was smiling as he swam towards me.
"You are dead!" I growled and jumped on him, my hands pulling his head down.
I wanted so badly to drown him under water.
"You wish I was, don't you?" he laughed and wrapped his arms around my waist.
My heart raced and I pulled my hands away to look down at his face. He was still smiling brightly at me, green eyes staring up at me with amusement. I grinned down at him, even though I was still pissed at him for treating Josh like that and for throwing me into the water against my will.
"No. I don't." I answered honestly.
His eyes widened and I saw hope covering the green colour. He unwrapped his arms from around me, only to grab my legs and wrap them around his waist. My heart was literally ready to break.
He brought his arms around my waist again and pulled me closer to his bare hard chest. My body heat up as our skin was against each other, the hotness of his body and the coldness of the water did it only much better for me to feel the same overwhelming burning down there, between my thighs.
"You really mean that?" he whispered and I felt my heart pounding faster.
"Y-yeah." I answered quietly.
"So you are trying to trust me again."
"Yes, Harry." I sighed and he chuckled.
"I'm glad you give me another chance."
"I'm glad I'm still alive." I said, causing both of us to laugh.
"I'm glad you are too." he said and before I knew it, he was even closer to my face than before.
"Really?" I asked, clearly not expecting to hear Harry saying something ever like that.
"Yes. You don't believe it because you don't know, but tonight you will."
"Tonight?"
"I'm going to explain to you everything, but I want you to promise me something."
"What is it?"
"Promise you won't stop trying on trusting me?" he asked more than demanded, and I liked it.
"Well...you kept your promise and you didn't hurt Josh so-"
"Don't bring that douche in the conversation." he growled and I laughed.
"Why Harry? Jealous?" I teased and he smirked.
He pressed my body against his again, creating the sound of our chest hitting each other with a mix of the water splashing between us. I sucked in a breath and felt my entire body burning under his grip.
"Maybe yes, maybe no."
I narrowed my eyes at him, thinking of his answer. Is he jealous of me or not? He was so confusing sometimes.
"Okay, I promise I won't stop trusting you after you tell me everything." I said and he looked like a happy kid that got a new present.
"I can convince you about everything, don't I?" he said proudly.
I playfully slapped his shoulder. "Who's the douche here?"
"The guy that was talking to you whilst sitting in my seat." he said through clenched teeth, eyes showing anger.
"You really treated him bad." I pointed out.
"Can I just say, I don't give a personal fuck about it?"
"Harry!" I whisper-yelled. "That wasn't polite."
"Like I said, I don't give a personal fu-" he was cut off by my palm that was pressed against his mouth.
What surprised me the most, was when he licked my palm, sending shivers down my spine and giving me goose bumps. My heart did that flip flop thing and the butterflies in my stomach started dancing again.
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(A/N: School starts tomorrow *prays for mercy* :( But I wanted to give you a big chapter with a special ending that will make you feel horny and anxious for the next one hah. Yes I'm crazy, don't ask about it.
Also, Josh is Ian Somerhalder with blonde hair and he's from Italy, okay? It's a fanfiction after all ;)
Thank you all for reading and please do NOT forget that this is still horror, okay? There are more to come ;) Plz vote and comment! And plz excuse my typos, English is not my first language..I love you all, you guys deserve the best!!!)