I got out of the shower and got into my P.J's. I got thirsty so I went downstairs to get something to drink.
It was dark in the kitchen and living room, but the lamps outside by the pool were on. I got some lemonade from the fridge, and walked over to the deck door.
The pool outside was lit up and Harry was swimming in it. I watched as he swam back and forth, going under water and coming up with his hair flattened down.
One word could only describe him now : SEXY!
His wet chest.....his tattoo's.....his muscularity......
He got out of the pool and walked to the other side diving in.
I don't know how long I've been watching him, but at one point I noticed him noticing me...so I quickly went back upstairs to my room, embarrassed.
I got under the covers and grabbed the book I was reading, but all I could think was Harry.....without a shirt, wet.
I groaned and put my book back down and turned the lights off, cuddling into the fluffy pillows. I closed my eyes and my mind went back to Harry in the pool.
I heard my door open and a little light shone in my face, but I didn't open my eyes. I knew it was him, but I was too embarrassed. I heard him inhale and exhale deeply before closing the door and leaving.
~ next morning ~
I got out of bed and dressed. I brushed my hair and left it down, and I went downstairs.
I got some cereal and sat on the couch to watch some t.v.
"Like what you saw last night?," Harry asked, walking into the kitchen.
Immediately I blushed deep red, and didn't answer.
I heard him get some cereal too and he came and sat down by me.
"I don't think I look that bad," he joked.
"Your a good swimmer," I commented on his swimming.
"Thanks," he said grinning.
I still couldn't get the image out of my head...wet Harry.
"So what on the news?," he asked his eyes falling on the t.v.
"Nothing really," I said.
He glanced at me and looked me up and down, before taking another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
"Do you want me to clean something today?," I asked when we finished eating.
"Dishes I guess," he said.
I took his bowl and walked over to the sink.
"Isn't there a dress code?," he asked from behind me.
"Do I really have to?," I said.
"I told you I have certain rules," he said getting more serious.
I sighed and walked to my room to get changed into that stupid outfit.
I really didn't understand, first he treats me like a friend, and then like a slave. With his character going from sweet, to strict.
I put the dress on, and yes, it had to be tight and short, tying the apron I walked downstairs.
Harry quickly took his eyes off the T.V. and as his eyes looked me up and down, he put his lips together like he was about to whistle, but he didn't make a sound.
I sighed and went to wash the dishes.
"We have company today," Harry said from the living room.
"Are the other boys coming over?," I asked.
"Yes," he said and suddenly he was standing right next to me, "And your going to wear this."
"Do I really have to!?," I said.
"My rules," he said smirking.
For once I hated his stupid rules. But I had to admit, I WAS his housekeeper.
"Fine," I mumbled.
He chuckled and left.
I wanted to punch him in the face.
~ 2 hours later ~
"So who is she?," Louis asked, referring to me.
Harry made me clean the windows again.....and I know why. When I reached my hands up the dress went higher and yeah, you know....it was damn short!
The other boys came over some time ago and were settled in the living room.
"My housekeeper," I heard Harry say with a smile on his face.
"Nice!," Louis answered.
"She's hot!," Liam said.
"What's her name?," Zayn asked.
"Sarah," Harry answered.
"Sarah, could you bring us something to drink?," Louis said suddenly.
"Yes what would you like?," I asked turning to face them.
"Waterlemonadebeerteaorangejuice," everyone said at the same time.
I knitted my eyebrows together.
"Louis what would you like?," I asked.
"A beer please." Well a least someone had manners and that person was Niall.
I walked to the kitchen getting everything for everyone, and putting it on a platter, so that I wouldn't have to walk back and forth.
"Here is your lemonade Harry. Liam your orange juice, Louis your tea, Zayn your water, and Niall your beer," I said.
"Thank you," Niall said, smiling.
"Welcome," I smiled back.
Harry noticed that and quickly said,
"Yes thank you Sarah, for bringing the beverages."
"No problem," I said and left, to go finish cleaning the windows.
~ 20 minutes later ~
"CANNONBALLLLLLLLLLLLL," I heard Louis scream from outside.
All the boys went to have fun in the pool, and no, I didn't get invited.
I sighed and watched them have fun.....but, wait Niall was missing.
"Aren't you going to join us?," I heard an Irish accent from behind me.
I jumped and turned around.
"Sorry if I scared you," he apologized.
"It's okay. And I don't think Harry wants me to join," I said sighing.
"Well he's not your boss or anything, your JUST his housekeeper. C'mon Sarah, it'll be an invitation from me," he said.
"Okay, just let me change," I said and scurried up the stairs.
I changed into my hot-pink bikini.
Well, we shall see how many mouths will drop. I giggled and went down the stairs to find Niall waiting for me.
"You look.....wow," he said.
"Thank you," I said.
He smiled and took my hand leading me outside.
"Hey look who came to join us!," Louis exclaimed.
Harry's head snapped mine and Niall's way, his jaw dropping.
So did Liam's and Zayn's, and Louis...well he was having to much fun to care.
"Hi," I said blushing a little.
"Come on in the water is great!," Liam said.
Niall dove in. I decided to do the same.
When I came up to the surface, Harry was next to me.
"Who told you, you could join us?," he asked.
Strict Harry back again!
"N-Niall said I could," I said.
Harry groaned and swam over to Niall.
I saw as he talked to him, Niall made funny faces as to say 'Your not her boss' and 'Let her have a little fun'.
I sighed and got out of the pool, and started to leave.
"Where you going?," Liam asked. He was tanning in a chair.
"Back inside, I not welcome much in the pool," I said, sighing.
Liam slid his sunglasses off a little to peak over them.
"Then join me," he said patting the chair next to him.
"Thanks," I said and laid on the chair next to him.
"Welcome," he smiled.
Why couldn't Harry be as nice as Niall and Liam are? Was he only nice when the others are not around?
Harry's personality should be mysterious, not Zayn's............
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