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K a y d e n c e

Nicole and the others are all leaning against the Escalade as Harry and I walk up to them. I feel a wave of relief washing over me now that things are a bit clearer between Harry and I. He still doesn't know everything but the fact that we were able to talk with out screaming at each other, is progress. Nicole glances between the two of us when we reach them, holding a look filled with caution and curiosity. As pissed as I was at her for leaving us like that it ended up helping, and paying off so the anger I had felt is no longer sitting at the pit of my stomach.

"You two work everything out?" She asks once we've stopped in front of her and my eyes automatically dart up to meet Harry's. He looks down at me, his expression more relaxed then it has been this whole week and his mouth twitches into a small smile. 

"Almost." He simply answers, reaching up his right hand to pull the hair tie out of his hair and shaking it out. His hair is so long now, his curls brush his shoulders and I watch in awe when he brings his hand up to thread his fingers through it, making it separate in all different directions. How does it still look so good?

"Okay," I force my eyes away from Harry just in time to see Nicole smirking at me. She must of saw me gawking at him. I roll my eyes at her before she can say anything about it and she laughs lightly, Harry gazing at her in confusion but she ignores him and motions us all towards the car. "Let's get back on the road, everyone in the car." 

Niall walks around to the passenger seat while the rest of the boys push themselves away from the car and open the back doors, jumping up and throwing themselves in the very back seat. Liam kicks his feet when he tosses himself in the middle of Louis and Zayn, that a laugh bubbles up my chest when he falls face first into Louis' lap. Louis shoves his face away, shouting how it was 'too fucking close to his crotch' before he glances at me to give me a playful glare. I stick my tongue out at him then climb in to sit in my previous spot, Harry settling in the other window seat across from me. His hair dangles in his face and he pushes it behind his ear, revealing his very toned jawline to me. He looks so good and I feel like now that things are being laid out on the table between us, he has become more attractive to me. He has always been, but now that this anger I've been holding towards him for no apparent reason is dissolving, I'm beginning to notice more of his physical features that have changed and make him all the more beautiful.

I want to spend this car ride looking at him, to study his features and see what else has changed. I've been kept from his beauty for the last eleven months and I want to take advantage of the time 
I do have to just stare at him until his face is embedded into my brain. I don't know what will happen with Harry and I in the end, I'm unsure how things will go once we've discussed everything and if we end up never being together again I want to remember every detail about him. Being away from him these past few months there were moments where I would curse myself for not absorbing him, for not memorizing every inch of him when I would try to picture his movements, and failed to. The way my stomach dropped when I realized I couldn't remember the movement of his lips when he was talking specifically to me made my heart quench in pain, especially when I thought i'd never know ever again. Yet here he is, sitting right across from me with his head leaning against his hand as he looks through his phone and I refuse to let that ever happen again. I won't forget him, not this time. 

Nicole says something about the directions, and I watch Harry's lips move as he answers her before leaning his head back against the window. His eyes are half closed and just when I think he might be falling asleep my heart stills for a moment when his eyes slide over to mine. My cheeks flush when he's caught me staring and the smallest smile appears on his lips. His dimple in his cheek deepens and his eyes are filled with amusement that I have to look away from him to keep my face from turning a darker shade of red. 

"Checking me out?" He whispers and I bark out a laugh at the memory of him saying the exact same thing to me when we first met. The smile plastered on his face shows that he remembers it too. 

"Get over yourself, Styles." Harry chuckles loudly when I answer the same way I had back then, making me giggle along with him when I watch him throw his head back against the seat, his dimples on clear display. My laugh dies down and I glance in the back to see all three boys grinning from ear to ear at Harry and I. Harry notices too, and his ears turn a shade of red before he looks away and clears his throat.

I turn straight ahead in my seat, trying to distract myself from the warm fuzzy feeling in my body. I take a deep breath, leaning my head against the window to get ready and take another nap, when my phone in my pocket vibrates. I fumble to pull it out of my pocket and when I do my lock screen is lighting up with Max's name and icon picture. He's calling me and I stare at his picture while my finger hovers over the answer key, but I take into account that I'm in a car with six other people and one of them happens to be Harry. I quickly reject the call, but right after I do I open a new message to send to him instead. 

Hey. Sorry I haven't gotten back to you the last few days, I've been really busy. We're already on our way to Colorado, would of answered your call but everyone is sleeping in the car. I'll get back to you when we get there. 

I press send, tucking my phone underneath my thigh as I lie my head back against the seat. My eyes feel heavy with exhaustion and just as I'm drifting off, my phone vibrates again under my thigh. Without opening my eyes I pull it back out from under my thigh, bringing it up to my face with only one eye open to read the new message from Max. 

Max: Everyone? I thought it was just you and Nicole going?... It's okay that you hadn't gotten back to me. Was just worried since I hadn't spoken to you since the night you had a bad dream. Be safe. xx

Guilt begins to settle in and I quickly type a response.

Harry insisted on bringing the other boys along too. They didn't want Nicole and I going alone... but I will be, don't worry. Thanks.

I bite my lip as I hit send, I feel like shit for ignoring Max these last few days and for not even mentioning that Harry was going to come along with us. Max had helped when I told him about wanting to try finding my biological mom, he might not of found information that brought us to her but he did try.

Max: Oh. k. Well, keep in touch. 

He's upset with me and it's evident in the brief text he sent back and all it does is make me feel even worse. I love Max, as a friend but I think our feelings are not on the same page. That's why I've been pushing him away because I don't want to keep leading him on, but also because of the person sitting next to me. Ever since Harry came back I've been so distracted by him, he's taken up a majority of my attention and as much as I don't want to admit it I know all I did was drop Max the moment Harry entered my life again. Max is my friend but I can't give him what he wants when I obviously still have feelings for Harry, he doesn't deserve that.

I chuck my phone at the floor near my feet, grumbling as I move to lean my head against the window when I feel something tickling my knee. I twitch, looking down to see Harry's head of curls brushing against my leg when he suddenly sits up, his emerald eyes meeting mine as he holds my phone out to me in his palm. 

"Everything alright?" He asks quietly and I nod, taking my phone out of his hand and tucking it back in my pocket. His eyebrows furrow in what looks like worry, his eyes studying my face that I begin to feel exposed. 

"It doesn't seem like everything is." He states but I only shrug, I don't think he will care to hear about Max. 

"It's nothing." I sigh, rubbing my temples with my fingertips. I have a headache. 

"You can tell me, Kaydence." I look up at him, his body is turned towards me while his back is leaning against the window and his arm is hanging across the headrests. He looks stunning, and for a moment I forget what exactly it is I'm bothered about when I remember someone else who has another set of green eyes. I fiddle with the end of my shirt and Harry nudges my leg with his boot. 

"It's Max." I say and I watch carefully as Harry visibly tenses. His mouth presses into a thin line, while his shoulders rise and fall as he takes a deep breath. 

"Okay, what about him?" He asks after a moment that I have to blink at him to make sure it's actually him. I wasn't expecting him to answer so calmly.

I glance around the car, feeling relieved when I see that the other boys are all asleep. The only one awake besides us is Nicole, who doesn't even seem to be paying attention to us and instead is lightly singing along to a song on the radio. 

I turn my attention back to Harry, who's patiently waiting for me to continue. "He's just upset with me because I didn't tell him you or the others were coming along with Nicole and I." 

Harry watches me in thought and his eyes narrow briefly before he answers. "Well, do you really owe an explanation to him?"

"We're friends." 

"Okay, so what's the big deal?" 

I pause, trying to choose my words wisely so I don't end up saying the wrong thing to Harry. "Well to me we're friends but to him...I don't think he sees us that way." 

Harry's silent, his jaw tenses and a small frown appears on his face. He taps his fingers against the back of the head rest, and I watch him bring it up to run his fingers through his hair while pressing his lips together. He's agitated. 

"Well, is there a chance?" He finally says and I give him a look filled with confusion.

"Huh?"

"I mean is there a chance. Does he have a good reason to think that? Should he keep believing there's more between you?" 

I pause momentarily as I think over all that has ever gone on between Max and I. I let him sleep in my bed. I let him kiss me, more than once. I let him hold my hand. I let him hug me, I let him make plans to take me on a date without telling him I never really wanted to go. I lead him on, and it all was because I was selfishly using him to forget about Harry. 

I sigh, scowling as I rub the side of my head, letting it hang in shame. "I lead him on, when I don't even feel the same way." 

Harry shifts in his seat and I glance up to see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "You should tell him then that you don't feel the same. I can't even fucking believe I'm about to say this but...that's not fair to him. And it's not fair to you."

"To me?" I ask incredulously, my voice rising. 

"Yes, not only are you keeping him from being with someone who will actually return his feelings, but you're also keeping yourself from being with whoever it is you're supposed to end up with. It's not fair, to either one of you." 

I stare in amazement at Harry, my mouth hanging open as he shifts again in his seat when he sees that I'm staring. He refuses to meet my eyes and instead turns to look out the window while pushing his hair behind his ear again. His cheeks are a light pink and I have the urge to lean over and kiss him there, because the guy who just gave me advice over a topic he wasn't even comfortable talking about is the same guy I fell for months ago. He's still there. 

"Thank you." I say and Harry's eyes dart over to meet mine. His cheeks turn a darker shade of pink and he only nods at me before leaning his head against the window. I do the same, but tilt my head that way I can still watch him. I know he can feel me staring but he doesn't make a move to look or say anything to me and I'm fine with that. I admire the way the light coming through the window makes his green eyes look like marbles when it hits them, and the way the sun makes the stubble on his chin more noticeable. Or how when he finally looks at me through the side of his eyes the tiniest crease appears on his cheek when his mouth twitches into a small smile. 

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When I wake up Nicole is talking loudly, asking us to wake up and I slowly move to sit up from the previous position I was in but a weight on my legs keeps me from moving. I blink my eyes open, rubbing them as I lift my head from the side of the door I was resting on to see my legs lying over Harry's lap. He's still sitting in the other window seat but he's leaned over and his head is resting on my hip, using it as his pillow while his arms are wrapped around my knees loosely. His mouth is slightly open as he breathes in and out slowly, while his curly long hair is fanned out across the side of my stomach. I can feel his breath hitting my thigh as he tilts his head down slightly to adjust his position that a warm feeling runs through my body at the way he's holding me. Nicole keeps shouting for us all to get up and I have never wanted to punch her so bad more than I do now for trying to wake Harry up when he looks so adorable lying on me. 

The other boys begin to wake up and Harry's eyes flutter open slowly when Nicole continuously talks. He blinks for a few moments, his head turning into my hip as his lips barely brush it. His eyebrows furrow in confusion and he leans back a little to look at where he's lying, his eyes drift over my legs and his arms that are still wrapped around them, until he slowly loosens his grip on me before moving them away. He looks up at me then, his hair hanging in his face that my fingers twitch to push it back as he moves to sit up, his cheeks flushing again. 

"I'm sorry." He says, his voice raspy with sleep that he clears his throat. 

"It's okay." I laugh lightly, and his sleepy eyes find mine. He gives me a small grin before leaning back in his seat, stretching his long arms over his head and groaning tiredly. 

"So why did you feel the need to wake the whole car up?" Louis asks from behind me, a look of annoyance displayed on his face. 

Nicole turns around in her seat and I glance out the window to see that we're pulled over along the side of the road. I look back at Nicole and she looks exhausted, her eyes are drooping on the sides and she looks like she can barely keep her eyes open. 

"We've made it to Utah." She yawns and rests her head against the back of the head rest.

"Already? What time is it?" I ask her and she glances at the dash before turning back to me. 

"It's almost 9 p.m. You fuckers slept for nearly five hours I had never been so bored in my life." She groans.

"Well, how come we stopped?" Harry asks.

"I can't drive anymore I'm about to pass out. And I don't think either one of you wants to drive another six hours to Colorado." No one says anything and Nicole nods. "Exactly what I thought, we should get a motel or something for the night, plus I'm starving."

"A motel?" Louis chuckles. "You're forgetting you're with us. We're getting a hotel, love." 

"A hotel is too expensive." I say and Harry shakes his head next to me. 

"Kaydence, you and Nicole don't need to worry about paying for anything. We'll handle it." 

I'm about to open my mouth and argue but Harry is suddenly climbing out of the car, moving to walk around to the drivers side. Nicole realizes what he's doing and moves to climb over the console and into the back next to me. She flops down into the middle seat and I laugh when she face plants it, earning a smack in the leg from Nicole in return. Harry opens his maps on his phone, him and Niall looking through it while the rest of us make small talk. Liam is complaining about his growling stomach when Harry turns around to face us, pressing something on his phone as the navigation lady starts giving him directions through the speaker. 

"We found a resort not that far away, we should be there in like twenty minutes." 

"Resort?" I ask and Harry rolls his eyes at me, an amused smile on his face as he shakes his head and turns back around in the driver's seat. He puts the car in drive and pulls out into the road, Nicole settling in the seat next to me and laying her head on my shoulder. 

"What are you doing?" I ask her and she nuzzles her head into the crook of my neck. 

"Using you as my pillow. Problem? You didn't seem to mind when Harry was doing it." 

My eyes widen and Nicole laughs in response, leaning up to whisper in my ear before I can say anything. "It's okay Kay, I was watching him. He was all pretending he didn't know he was doing it, but oh, I saw him. He was awake when he lied on you." She's smirking and I smile at her in return when she wiggles her eyebrows at me. 

"So what? He was just sleeping."

"He wanted an excuse to touch you." She states and my cheeks are burning but I laugh to play it off. Harry glances at me through the rear view mirror and I turn my attention back to Nicole, shaking my head at her. 

"You're trouble." I point out and she grins.

"This is true." 

For the remainder of the car ride Nicole keeps her head resting on my shoulder while she sleeps, and I have my head lying back on the headrest so I can talk to the boys behind me with out waking Nicole. They're talking about their tattoos, explaining to each other what they want their next one to be and I begin to start thinking about getting another one. Where would I even put it and what would I even get?

"Oh my god, okay Kaydence," I look over to meet Louis' gaze. "I want to get a bow and arrow, Liam is saying I should get it on the inside of my arm, Zayn's saying up the side of my leg. What do you think?" 

"Is it going to be big or small?" I ask and Louis hold his hands out to show me how long he's talking about.

"About the size of my arm." 

I look down at his arms, studying the tattoos already littering it as I picture a bow and arrow there. I reach out with my arm that Nicole isn't leaning on to grab Louis' left arm and turn it. 

"Here," I point to an empty spot on the side of his arm, that leads towards the inside, where the white of his arm is. "It would look really good if you got it along here." 

He turns his arm in, looking down at it as he tilts his head. "Huh, yeah I think it would. Good thinking, mate." He playfully nudges my shoulder and I smile at him while Liam and Zayn grumble about how they think their choices would of looked better. I continue to listen to their conversation, feeling my eyes begin to shut when the car suddenly slows. I open my eyes and look out the window to see a very large building made of brick, with glass windows. My mouth hangs open in awe and Harry puts the car in park and I shake Nicole awake. She swats her hand at me but sits up, rubbing her eyes and when she looks out the window her eyes enlarge. 

"Oh my god," She breathes, making me nod my head in agreement. The resort was so nice, nicer than what I'm used to that it was almost intimidating. I'm about to complain and tell Harry to take us to a not as nice hotel but he opens the door, climbing out before I can. Louis gestures for me to get out and I do, sliding down the seat to step onto the pavement. Nicole follows behind me and the others start to climb over the seat to get out, but Nicole grabs my arm and pulls me to the front of the resort. I notice a sign made of stone with the name Coral Springs engraved in it, a bunch of rocks surrounding it as a waterfall washes over it and into a small pond underneath. The doors to the car close behind me and the other boys walk up to the front, leading Nicole and I to the lobby. Harry opens the door to it, holding it open as the others file in one by one and just as i'm passing him he gives me a timid smile. 

The first thing I notice when I walk in is the marbled white floors. I was afraid to even be walking on them because they looked so clean and fancy, and the tan walls along with the wood furniture went well with it. Nicole tugged on my hand to snap me out of my amazement and dragged me to follow Liam to the front desk. Harry had caught up behind me but moved to lean against the counter next to Liam, pulling out his credit card from his wallet and holding it out to the woman behind the front desk. 

"Do you have any open Suites?" Harry smiles at the woman and her eyes dart from Harry to the other boys. She looks flustered, being surrounded by attractive men that all have their eyes on her. She rubs the nape of her neck in discomfort that I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing, only because I knew that feeling all too well. I remember feeling a little flustered when I first ran into them myself. 

"Let me check for you, sir." Harry grins in response when she ducks her head down to type away on the computer in front of her. He turns to lean only one elbow resting on the counter while the rest of his body is angled towards me, and he glances over to meet my eyes. I shake my head at him and he smiles in triumph, he knows the affect he has on women but he only finds it amusing to see the way they react to him. 

"We do have a suite available." She says and Harry breaks eye contact with me to give his attention to the woman. He leans back on the counter but this time it's Liam who responds.

"How many rooms are there?" Liam asks and she taps the counter nervously with her forefinger. 

"About five rooms. The living room sofa also pulls out into a bed, though." 

"Great!" Louis claps once, then rests his hands flatly on the counter. "We'll take it."

Harry smiles again, leaning over to hold his card out to her and she takes it quickly from his long fingers. He grins again and I restrain myself from smacking him in the back of the head for making the woman so nervous. She asks to see his ID as well and he opens his wallet to show it to her, her eyes narrowing as she reads it. She looks up at Harry then, her eyes slowly raking over the four other boys before a smile grows on her mouth. She laughs quietly to herself, shaking her head before handing Harry back his ID. He seems confused about her reaction, but whatever it was that she suddenly thought, it had made her more relaxed. She typed a few more things on the computer then grabbed a pamphlet, sliding four room keys inside it and handing it to Harry. 

"Your suite is on the eighth floor, there's four room keys inside the pamphlet and the pamphlet has everything you need to know about the resort. The suites also have a private pool, and the restaurant closes at 10 p.m." She says, grinning at the boys.

"What about room service?" Niall asks. 

"Kitchen for room service closes at 12 a.m." 

Niall nods and the boys thank the woman before leading us through a hallway, until we've reached an elevator. Nicole asks about our luggage but Zayn says we'll go get it after we've seen the room. We each pile inside the elevator, Harry moving to tower over me as another group of people file inside after us. He steps closer to me to give them room that his chin brushes the top of my head. He's so close to the point where I can smell his familiar scent and feel the warmth radiating off his body, that I move to lean further back into the wall of the elevator to give myself space. He only takes another step closer to me though when the woman behind him accidentally elbows him in the back and apologizes to him more than necessary. He assures her that it's alright, then turns his head back towards me and I glance up at him to see him looking down at me. 

"What?" I ask.

He shrugs but the corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk. "You're really short." 

I roll my eyes at him and shove him lightly, which only makes him chuckle. The elevator doors open on our floor and Harry grips my wrist to lead me through the other group of people and out of the elevator. Liam leads the way through the hallway until we've reached the room number we've been assigned, grabbing one of the keys from Harry and using it to open the door. When he pushes the door open I nearly choke on my own spit, the living room is bigger than mine and Nicole's apartment alone. Dark leather couches sit in the middle of the room, surrounding a wooden coffee table, and there's a brick fireplace against the wall with a plasma screen TV hanging above it. The walls are a creme color and the tiled floors match the brick, i'm in love with this place that I find myself walking through the hallway that leads to the bedrooms to see more. 

The bedrooms are just as nice and Nicole walks ahead of me into the very last room at the end of the hallway. There's a king size bed with a headboard made of dark wood with an orange and white duvet covering it, the carpet is completely stainless that I automatically move to slip my sandals off at the door before entering the room. There's another plasma TV hanging from the wall across the bed and Nicole runs into the bathroom attached to the room, screaming when she enters. 

"Christ, look at the size of this tub!"

I walk inside and sure enough, there's a tub big enough to fit three people in it. I laugh as Nicole climbs inside it, squealing at how deep it is too and I move further inside the bathroom to see that there's not one sink, but two. I shake my head and almost scream like Nicole when I see the size of the shower. It's like a whole other room, and I point at it in amazement while beckoning Nicole out of the tub to come see. She squeals again, just as Harry walks in and leans against the marble counter of the sink, amusement taking over his features. 

"I call this room!" Nicole yells and Harry laughs. 

"This room is for two people, you can't have it to yourself." Harry points out and Nicole glances at me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. 

"We're sharing it, there. Now it's not just me." She smiles and Harry rolls his eyes. 

"Whatever, we're going to go get the luggage out of the car. Be right back." 

He strides out of the bathroom and I move back inside the bedroom, climbing up on the large bed and tossing myself over the soft duvet. My eyes are closed and I feel myself sinking further into the bed when I feel sleep clawing at me that I nearly have a heart attack when something thuds on the bed next to me minutes later.

I open my eyes to see Harry standing at the end of it, the handle of my bag wrapped around his fingers before he lets it go. His eyes roam over my body before meeting my face and he nods his head at my bag. "There ya go." 

"Thanks." I move to sit up, reaching for my bag and opening it to get a pair of cotton shorts and a spaghetti strapped shirt out. 

"Niall's ordering pizza from room service for us all, I'm going to go hop in the shower."

"Okay." Harry pauses as if he has something else he wants to say but then turns on his heel to walk out of the bedroom. I move off of the large bed and saunter across the room to close the door behind him. I peek inside the bathroom but Nicole isn't in there. She must have walked out when I was drifting off. 

I strip my clothes off and pull the shorts over my legs and then the spaghetti strapped shirt over my head. After I've put my clothes back in my bag I move to open the door again, walking out to see everyone sitting on the sofas, everyone minus Harry. 

"What are you guys doing?" I ask and Nicole looks up from the remote she's holding. 

"Trying to figure out how to work this TV." She mutters and when I reach the coffee table, I pick up the pamphlet lying there. I begin to look through it, noticing the picture of the private pool and I suddenly feel like going there. 

"I think I'm going to go check out the private pool." I say to them but no one seems to be listening. I walk back to the door of our room, slipping my sandals back on and grab one of the room key cards before walking out of the suite. I still have the pamphlet in my hand and I use the map on the back to lead me to the pool, going to the elevator and putting in the ninth floor. When the elevator doors open I'm happy to see that the door that leads to the pool is right there. There's a small window at the top of it to let me see through it, and I stop momentarily to read the rules hanging outside the door. It says they close it at 12 a.m. and when I glance at my phone I note to myself that I have an hour and a half up here. I use the key card to the door just like the instructions tell me to, and push it open when the light on the handle turns green. 

When I walk in the first thing I notice is that no one else is in here. The second thing I notice is the way the light shining inside the pool leaves it giving a cool reflection that bounces off the walls. I walk on the side of the pool and see that there are towels rolled up neatly along an open cabinet, that I automatically move to grab one. I move to a lawn chair against the wall and twist my lips in thought when I think about going swimming. I hadn't brought a suit with me at all for this trip, but then again there's no one else up here. 

I decide to take advantage of being alone and quickly begin to pull my shorts down, tossing them onto the lawn chair, along with my top. I look down at my light pink bra and underwear that matches with it, thankful that I chose today to keep my undergarments matching in case someone were to walk in, it could pull off as a swim suit. I move to the edge of the pool, sticking my toe in and almost jump in happiness when I realize it's a heated pool. I step all the way in, walking down the stairs till the water reaches my shoulders, feeling them relax under the warmth. I lean my head back against the edge of the pool, kicking my legs out from under me and letting my arms glide over the top of the water. I think about tomorrow, and how I will be finally coming face to face with my biological mother. What will I say to her? I know what I want to say but I'm unsure of what I should say. Will she even be nice? Or will she even want to see me? Will I even get the chance to talk to her before she decides she doesn't care to know me? I feel nerves gathering at the pit of my stomach and before my thoughts can go any further, a loud echo makes me jump up from my spot against the wall of the pool. 

I look in the direction of the door, only seeing a dark large figure until the person steps towards the light of the pool and I recognize the mop of curls. Harry moves around to to where my clothes are on the lawn chair, his eyes noticing my shirt and shorts. He glances over at me then, his stare moving from me down to my body underneath the water that I self consciously move to cross my arms over my stomach. 

"Are you in your underwear?" He suddenly asks and my cheeks begin to flush. He notices and smirks down at me, shaking his head to himself. 

"I was looking for you downstairs but Liam told me you had came here." He says, moving to sit on the lawn chair with my clothes. 

"Why were you looking for me?" 

His elbows are resting on his knees, his cross necklace is swinging from his neck, and he looks down at his clasped hands, twisting the ring on his right hand. "I thought we could finish our talk from earlier." His voice sounds small, and the thought of talking about that with him again only adds another pile of nerves to my stomach. I groan and Harry looks up at me, raising an eyebrow. 

"I don't want to talk about that right now." 

"Why not?"

"Because...," I don't feel like explaining to him that I'm nervous about seeing my mom or that being around him doesn't seem to lessen my anxiety but only heightens it. "Because I'm swimming."

He stares at me blankly, until his eyes furrow slowly together. "You're, swimming?"

"Yes." I nod to myself and he doesn't say anything for a moment, until he chuckles then suddenly moves to stand from the lawn chair. I look up at him and my eyes widen when he grabs the hem of his white t-shirt, pulling it over his head and my eyes automatically move to his contracting stomach. His hair is messy when he tosses the t-shirt on the chair, and when I see his hands moving to his hips I begin to panic.

"What are you doing?" My voice doesn't come out as strong as I would have liked it to, and Harry's hands pause on the waist band of his Nike shorts.

"If you won't get out to talk to me, then I'm getting in with you." I'm about to argue with him when he grips the top of his shorts to pull them down, and my mouth is left open when he stands back up to reveal black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. His 'V' is on full display and his boxers are hugging his hips and his thighs perfectly that all that's left to come out of my mouth if I don't close it, is saliva. He saunters his way to the edge of the pool, his hand moving to push his curly long hair back and I already know before he gets in the pool that I'm about to get myself in a load of trouble. Shit.