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   "Hi..." Replies the male on the other end, has a British accent but sounds unfamiliar.

  "This is?" I ask. Uncomfortable and annoyed. Moving away from Niall, and putting on my cover-up.

   "This is Harry!" Harry shouts. His enthusiasm bold.

   "Hi Harry. May I ask why you're calling?" I inquire. Now interested in this young man.

  "I just wanted to let you know I'll be there in five minutes, and I wanted to double check the address." Harry informs me. His voice deep, yet a little squeaky.

  "Okay. Well it's twenty-two Bloom Bay." I quickly tell him. Wanting to get off the phone.

  "Okay. Thank you!" Harry exclaims before hanging up.

  "Here you go. He'll be here in five to three minutes." I tell Niall. Heading back towards pool.

  "What were those from?" Niall questions slowly. As if trying to not upset me.

  "Nothing that concerns you!" I yell. Diving into the pool, after taking my cover up off.

   As I slowly sink to the bottom, for what feels like this thousandth time. I watched Niall slowly inch closer, and then leave. As if sensing he shouldn't even attempt conversation.

  About five minutes later, I get out of the pool to come, face to face with an unknown face.

Jumping back I fall into the pool, hitting my side pretty hard in the process.

   "That's going to bruise!" I thought to myself. My side basically screaming in pain.

   "You okay?" A guy with curly brown hair, who I'm assuming is Harry asks.

   "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine just going to bruise." I lie. Getting out of the pool, and putting on my cover-up.

   "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Harry  apologizes. A guilty look on his face.

  "It's fine. I'm just jumpy. " I say, waving him off.

  "I'm Harry." He greets. Stretching out his hand.

  "Ela." I reply. Shaking his hand.

  "Nice to meet you!" Harry laughs. His eyes crinkling.

"What's so funny?" I question. Feeling uterly lost.

"Nothing." Harry chuckles. Trying to catch his breath.

  "Okay then..." I draw out the last word. Timidly walking around him, not wanting anything nightmares to happen.

  "You're a lot like, how your brother explained you." Harry tells me, smiling.

   "Is that so?" I inquire. Not wanting to think about, what my brother said about me.

  "Yep." Harry confirmed my question. Feeding my thoughts fuel, to pop up to the surface and upset me, as if it was their life support.

   Enjoy my last rewritten chapter. As I now will be writing new chapters, and I hope you enjoy! -Anonymouser

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