Thank You El.

Back on their date
Harry POV:
I looked at her confused. What did she mean that I did it? Was she really this afraid to get inside the pool? Taking my chances, I decided to just ask her instead of filling my head with a bunch of unanswered questions. “What do you mean?” I asked. She looked at me incredulously, “You got me in a pool. I don’t know if you noticed but I'm deathly afraid of pools. Always have been, probably always will,” she said. I nodded my head almost begging her to continue her story. She gave me a quick peck before continuing. When she leaned back I noticed that her eyes were wide and mouth slightly open.
“What is it?” I asked afraid that I just ruin our moment. She shook her head from side to side, saying she wasn’t going to tell me. “It’s not a really interesting story to be honest. I'm afraid of pools; that’s it.” she replied dismissively but I could tell there was more. I made a mental note to ask her about this later but for right now, we swim.
I loosened my grip on her waist and started moving us around the pool carefully. I didn’t want her to freak out because I didn’t know I could get both of us out of here safely if she had a panic attack. She immediately tightened her grip around my neck but loosened the one around my waist. Her legs dangled as she kept herself up with my help. “If I let go, what would you do?” she asked me. Confused by her answer, I figured she just needed some reassurance. “I still have my hands around your waist. I told you earlier I am not going to let you fall or anything. I will protect you. I promise.” I gave her a kiss on her cheek as I felt one arm losing its grip from my neck.
She had her eyes closed the entire time. “Demetria, open your eyes baby. You’re okay.” She shook her head no and brought her arm back around my neck. “Talk to me. Let me know what I can do.” I begged her. She’s not in this alone but that’s how she’s acting. What can I do to help her?
“Harry I have a question.” She says quietly. “I won’t answer unless you open your eyes and look me in the eyes.” I told her. I felt a little guilty for giving her an ultimatum at such a hard time for her but I'm selfish. I love looking into her eyes and seeing all her emotions being told through them. She could have the brightest smile on her face but when you saw her eyes, all the pain she was hiding could easily be seen by me. I wonder if I'm the only one who can see this stuff. If so, than I know she is truly special, not just to me but for me. I feel like I'm falling for her but she’s holding out on me.
Her eyes slowly roll open to reveal some troubling. This means that she must be fighting herself over something right now. God, I hope she doesn’t regret us because I surely don’t. For fucks sake, I think I'm falling in love with her. “What’s your question?” I ask, growing irritated at the growing silence between us. She doesn’t answer; instead she releases both of her arms and shoots me a quick smirk before plunging herself underwater.
My heart rate picks up when I finally register what’s happening. I quickly swim underneath and locate her near the bottom of the pool. She’s sitting crisscross applesauce (Indian style) with a big smile on her face. I reach her and grab the hand resting on her knee and pull her to the top of the water.
“What the hell was that?” I ask. She just smiles and shrugs her shoulders. Before I can scold her for the heart attack I'm feeling, she dips back under the water and returns to her position.
Demetria POV:
I sit at the bottom of the pool collecting my thoughts. I’ve always loved the bottom because you could see everyone peacefully swimming at the top paying no attention to the being beneath them. Their so oblivious to ever see a girl sitting at the bottom of the pool staring at the dangling feet. Although a bad part of this is the people who decide to have sex are still oblivious to the girl underneath them.
Harry comes again and pulls me back up. He starts to say something but I cut him off, “do you have any goggles?” I ask. He nods his head, “yea, but their inside the house.” he says hesitantly. I shrug my shoulders, “Well I guess you better hurry up and get them,” I say. His faces show nothing but fear. Is he really this afraid to leave me in the pool? Does he realize that he’s not even holding onto me anymore and we aren’t that close? I instantaneously spoke up again, “seriously Harry, I'm going to be fine but not unless you go and get those freaking googles. I will explain it to you when you get back.” I reach forward and gave him a tight hug for reassurance. “At least stay near the edge, please” he pleads with me while holding out a hand for me to take.
I nod my head and grab his hand. I firmly grab the edge of the pool while he starts to get out. Right as he’s getting out, I give him a slap on the butt. He turns and looks at me with a sly grin on his face, “Oh look who’s being cheeky now.” I laugh and watch him saunter up to the house.
About five minutes later, he came back with goggles and snorkels in his hand. I grabbed the black set and put it over my face. I was about to pull it down but got stopped by his hand hold onto the goggles. “I believe you said that you were going to explain when I got back. Well golly miss molly, I'm back so spill.” I laughed loudly at him, “Golly miss molly? Oh my gosh. Well I don’t like pools but once you get me in them, that’s another story. I love being in water; it’s so freeing. I can’t swim on top of water without a life jacket and I can’t swim underwater without goggles. I have no idea how to float in water and I just like seeing what I'm swimming around when underneath. Now enough talking, lets swim!” I say while slapping his hand away and pulling the goggles over my face. He slips his back on and runs to other side of the pool. I watch him intently as he runs back a couple of inches. My brain finally registers what he was doing. Shit. The water splashes me in the face and reaches well over the walls of the pool. The concrete surrounding us is completely covered with water.
“Payback.” He says while pulling me from the edge of the pool. I slap his arm with my free hand, “How is a cannonball payback for what I did?” I ask flabbergasted. He starts laughing, “because you gave me a heart attack earlier and so I decided to nicely splash you with a little bit of water.”


After playing around in the pool for what felt like hours, we decided to go inside so “Chef Harry” can cook some food. “My phone died so can you text Eleanor I’ll be home late.” He nods his head, “What would you like love?” he asks me. I look at him shocked. He’s called me love before but this time it was different. He said it with more emotion than I'm used to. Does he actually mean it? That he really loves me. How could he? We haven’t been dating that long and haven’t really faced any challenges so how would he even know that he loved me?
I scrunched my nose, “um anything you want to make is fine.” I say. He gives me a scared smile and turns around to fish his ingredients. Do I love Harry? Does he love me? That would be a huge mistake if he loved me. We would never work. People always leave once I start really enjoying their company. I'm surprised Eleanor and I are still friends to this day. We both have trust issues with boys and this isn’t helping that. He starts humming quietly while cooking our food. My heart picks up at the sight.
I could get so comfortable with this, him cooking for me after we spent the whole day together, waking up to his fluffy curls, seeing his deep dimples as soon as he opens his eyes, the muscles starting to protrude through his skin any second now. All of it was exactly what I wanted from him but I knew I didn’t deserve it. What was so special about me? I haven’t figured it out yet. With my insecurities getting the best of me, I did something out of impulse.
I ran.

Notes

I know I haven't updated in a long time so for my apologies, I gave you guys a really long one! im also currently writing 26 as I type this so expect more this week. plus Wednesday is we can try's update!
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