Pretty Please Don't Pinch Me

13. The Swim

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When I wake up, I look for Scarlett and it appears that she's no longer here. I'm suddenly in that state where I can't tell if a few hours have gone by, or a few years, and it takes me a few moments to gather my surroundings. Checking the time on my phone, it's 4:32pm. Great, now I'm never going to be able to sleep tonight. I didn't even realise I had fallen asleep or how tired I was. I get up off my bed; stretch out, and my eyes are immediately drawn to the new message on my chalkboard hanging on the back of my door.

Thanks for everything Ava. Gone to Mum's place. Don't stress about me! Love you! - Scar xx

I text her to let her know I got her message and apologise for falling asleep on her. I throw away any rubbish from our binge session and take our used cups and plates down to the kitchen and place them in the dishwasher.

I log into my laptop and see that I have a few new notifications on my twitter. I scroll through my newsfeed and read a few more things about Niall. Apparently it is now a known fact that Liam is with him, and I remember that I still need to reply to Harry's text message from earlier. I begin typing out a reply message, but then backspace. I start completely over again - and again, and I'm not completely happy with any of my possible replies so I instead decide to have a quick dip in the pool to clear my head.

I quickly change into one of my newer bikinis that Mum recently bought me and feel that I may need a larger size in the top. I have accepted the fact that my breasts are a little larger than my bottom half and I need to buy two different sizes for my bikini tops and bottoms. It can be highly difficult finding clothes for larger breasts, a small waist, hips, and a bit of a bum. As it's only being worn in our pool, I keep it on. I walk by the mirror and readjust the top part again. It may be a little small; and I would never openly admit it, but it really does accentuate my figure.

I walk barefoot on the hot pavement to the pool and I disrupt the tranquility of the water by diving seamlessly in. I am instantly refreshed and I swim a couple of laps of the pool to get my heart racing. I take a short break in marvelling at how lovely the backyard is looking today. Recently redesigned by my mother with a Moroccan styled theme, it's easy to let your troubles float away whilst daydreaming about exotic, far away places. I'm in my own world lying back as I float on the surface with my eyes closed, soaking up the last of the sun's warm rays. My little moment is interrupted by a now familiar English accent.

"Well, hello there."

I am a very easily frightened person and am taken aback by the innocent intrusion, that I rapidly turn over, causing myself to swallow some water in the process. I cough and splutter and know exactly who it is, even before I see him laying comfortably on the deck chairs, as if he were in his own home.

"Didn't mean to disturb. You actually looked very peaceful," Harry says in a bemused fashion.

I am increasingly aware of what I am wearing and self-consciously cross my arms over my chest and walk a little further back to deeper water in hopes that I will be less visible.

"How did you get inside?" I ask.

"Your brother let me in," he answers lazily, pulling his backwards cap off and placing it beside him, running his fingers back through his hair to give it some more air.

Thanks for the heads up Brooklyn.

"You coming out?" he asks me.

I curse internally as I have placed my towel so far away from the pool edge. I shake my head. There's no way I'm getting out of this pool in this while he is here. It's bad enough showing your figure completely to others, but to Harry... No thank you.