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Rebecca's POV:
I pulled my hand away and looked down, already ashamed of the whole situation here. The burning between my thighs was only making it difficult, considering my hormones were going crazy. Harry didn't say anything wich I was glad for, but I could feel his eyes staring at me intensely.
"Harry-I-I-I can't.." I whispered, feeling the same feeling of guilt through my body.
He still didn't reply wich only made me even more anxious. I shyly looked up at him and I felt my heart sink. His eyes weren't bright, they weren't amused and happy. They were sad, dissapointed and I could see a hint of isolation between them.
His lips were pressed in a tight line, showing that he was not satisfied with my reaction. Taking a deep breath, I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and pulled back, his strong arms slowly-almost unwillingly-let go of me. I broke the eye contact because I felt that each second I kept staring at those green complaining eyes, I would break down into tears, and I surely didn't want that to happen again.
Trust is a very important thing to me. I couldn't trust him like that because he suddenly found his eye colour. This guy was the cause of my friends' death. The cause of my pain and tears. No one could trust his murderer, right?
I swam slowly and got out of the water, not even caring if people were staring at my body anymore. Harry was still into the water, in the exact same spot I left him. Josh was staring at me from his seat, his friends still talking to him but he didn't seem to care. I swallowed hard and walked quickly to our seats, surprisingly finding some towels.
Covering my body with the towel, I sat on the pool chair and stared at Harry's back. He was frozen into the water. Everyone around him was having a good time, swimming, laughing, playing, chatting, doing tricks into the air, but Harry? He stood still and for a minute I felt worried that something might happen to him.
When he got under the water, I understood that he's okay, physically, but I knew that something was torturing his mind. And I couldn't help the feeling of guilt in the pit of my stomach, because a big part of me knew that I was the cause to all of this.
A scream made me jump on my seat and I turned to look at the direction the scream came from, eyes scanning every little thing for blood or something. I quickly moved my gaze to the pool, searching for Harry. I then saw a guy carrying a girl brydal style and running towards the pool, both of them laughing as the guy jumped into the water with the girl in his arms.
I smiled to myself. This is what happened with me and Harry, only that Harry didn't jump with me into the water, he prefered to throw me first and then jump. That's what he always does. True. He always prefers to throw me into the fire and then decide if he wants to jump too or not.
Sighing, my eyes landed on Harry getting out of the pool. He lazily walked towards me, but I saw how tense was his entire body and how his muscles flexed under the inked skin. My heart plummered but I tried to ignore it. Tried.
He didn't say anything as he grabbed the towel, wiped his face and ruffled his hair wich were now free from his ponytail. He sat down and took his milkshake in hand, his mouth reaching for the straw.
Oh oh.
The sound of the straw made my insides to twist again and I gulped. Hesitentaly, I looked up at him to find him staring at me, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
I gulped and looked away, my body shaking under the towel. This wasn't good. Why would ever the sound of Harry taking a sip would make me want to do the only thing I never did in my entire life? Because he's hot and turns you on, that's why.
Shaking my head to throw the thought away, I took a sip from my mojito and focused on a group of friends. Two blonde girls and two guys with brown hair. They seemed as if they were playing a game and all of them seemed really interested and amused. A blonde girl laughed louder than the four of them and hid her face in her hands, leaning in and resting her forehead on the other girl's lap, while the other girl laughed along and hugged her tightly.
The smile I didn't know was on my lips became bigger when I remembered what I did with my friends.
I shook my head furiously, there was no way I was going to do such thing just because of a stupid game we wanted to play.
"Oh c'mon Becca, it's not that big of a deal!" Grace slured, too drunk too speak normaly.
"No Grace. I'm not doing it!" I argued and twisted the bottle again.
"But it will be just one man! He will just see your tits and that's it!" she complained.
"I'm not doing it!" I almost yelled.
"Pussy," Calum murmured and my eyes widened.
"What did you call me?" I asked offended and his expression turned to shock, realization hitting his already drunk brain.
"Oh myself! Did I just call you a pussy?!" he gave me a bewildered look.
I couldn't help the laugh I wanted so badly to hold back. Grace looked confused as she stared down at her half-empty bottle and Ashton was staring up at the sky with a stupid grin on his face. Niall on the other hand, was eating his third pack of chips, but he looked adorable with big cheeks.
"Why did you say 'oh myself'?" I asked laughing and he shrugged with the most adorable grin on his face.
"You guys say 'oh my God' and I say 'oh myself' because yeah, I'm like a God." he answered proudly and Ashton let a snort.
"God of stupidity." Ashton chucked and I laughed.
"That's your intedity, Ash. Mine's the God of beauty." Calum stated and took a sip of his beer.
"Yeah right, then I'm the Goddess of sex." Grace rolled blue her eyes.
"Okay wait, I'm the God of drums!" Ashton claimed smiling.
"I'm the God of food!" Niall said with a mouthful of chips, raising his hand.
"Who's left?" Calum asked, looking between the five of us.
"Our cute Becca!" Grace giggled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"Hmm...you're the Goddess of...of..." Ashton said thinking, rubbing his chin with his forefinger and thumb.
"Goddess of innocence and forgiveness." Calum cut in, pointing at me.
"What?" I chuckled.
"Calum's right. You're so innocent and always forgive the others. We all wish we could have a small Becca inside of us." Grace said with a warm smile.
"Well...I would like to have a small Becca beneath me on the bed but-" he was cut off by Niall elbowing his side. We all laughed, me included, even though my cheeks were burning and I looked like a tomato. "Ow, Niall why the hell did you do that?" he groaned, glaring at Niall.
"Don't worry bro, your the God of beauty, a small bruise won't do no bad on your irresistible sexiness." Niall teased and we all laugh, Calum included after a few seconds of trying to supress the laugh.
"Goddess of innocence and forgiveness..." I whispered to myself.
"What?" Harry's raspy voice said and I looked up at him with wide eyes.
"N-nothing." I shook my head and looked away.
"Hmm." he hummed and focused on something else.
He suddenly stood up after some couple of minutes of silence and walked away, muttering a quick "I'll be back" to me before dissapearing.
No Point of View
"It's pointless," Harry muttered to himself as he walked towards the restroom.
He wasn't looking up as he walked, because he felt his chest tightening and his eyes were glued on the marbel floor. He wasn't thinking anything but Rebecca's reaction and how much that affected him.
"Harry?" a male voice said and Harry snapped his eyes upwards to be greeted by Liam.
"Hey," Harry said, hiding successfully the worry in his voice.
"How are you, mate? I thought you wouldn't be in San Diego.." Liam said with furrowed brows.
Harry cleared his throat and shrugged casually, pretending that everything was fine.
"Our fly got canceled. We're probably leaving tomorrow." he half lied.
"Is Rebecca here with you?" Liam asked out of curiousity.
Harry felt his stomach twisting and that depressing feeling of jealousy rose inside him, but he quickly ignored it. There was no reason he should be jealous after all, that's what he thought.
"Yes. Why are you asking?" Harry cleared his throat again and crossed his arms.
"Ahh, I knew I should've taken Ari with me. She would at least forget about her brother's death." Liam sighed and looked away.
Harry felt a knot in the pit of his stomach but he ignored it too. He wasn't feeling guilty for killing Mat either way.
"Oh right, her brother got murdered." Harry said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, trying to hide his smirk.
"Yes...It was horrible for everyone." Liam stated and looked back at Harry.
Harry nodded and bit his lower lip, trying to stop the smile but he failed. Liam furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw, realizing that Harry was somehow mocking him.
"What's so funny, mate?" Liam said through clenched teeth.
"The fact that it was horrible for everyone since that's what I wanted it to be." Harry admited.
Liam gave Harry a bewildered look and he felt the anger taking over his muscular body. Liam wasn't the guy who would punch someone only because he said something bad to him. He thought that fighting was pointless and that's why languages were created, to solve the problems with words. But as he stared at Harry's mocking face, he knew that all he wanted was to punch that smirk off his face.
"What y-you wanted?" Liam growled, fisting his palms.
"Exactly." Harry spoke with confidence.
He didn't care about anything. He was so affected with what happened with Becca that he wanted to take everything out with anger and Liam was only preparing a challenge he knew he would gladly take.
"You killed M-Mat?" Liam spoke with venom in his voice.
"Oh yes, I still remember how he screamed for me to stop because he didn't take anything from me but oh, I took his life." Harry let a sarcastic laugh, causing Liam's anger to become stronger.
"You're sick!" Liam yelled.
Harry glared at him and felt his muscles tensing. This was it. He knew he wanted to do only one thing; hurt Liam-even kill him.
"No, I'm Harry. The one that got used for fucking experiments!" he shouted back.
Thankfully, no one was around them to hear their conversation. Or that's what they both thought.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Liam said and reached to punch Harry's face, only to be stopped by Harry's tight grip around his wrist wich he did like a flash.
Liam's eyes widened and he stared with shock and fear. This is not normal, he thought and struggled to free his hand.
"Not if I kill you first." Harry smirked and turned his hand otherwise, making Liam to scream in pain. "What do you think about that, mate?"
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