You're at a night party at one of your friend's houses, trying to have a good time until your eyes land on him.

"Girl, just ignore him," your friend mutters.

Harry, strolls toward you, drink in hand, that damn smirk already playing on his lips.

"How am I supposed to enjoy this party with a little dumb hanging around?" he teases, eyes glinting with mischief.

You shoot back instantly "Yeah? How can I enjoy the night when someone left the trash out?"

Your friend bursts out laughing. “Come on, girl, Let’s just drink.”

You let them pull you to the corner, chugging shots one after another just to numb the irritation. But the drinks hit fast, and everything starts spinning as you make your way to the bathroom.

Your knees give out. You fall straight into the pool.

Gasps echo, but before anyone else can react. Harry’s already diving in. Your so-called enemy pulls you up, dripping and breathless.

"Damn it!" he curses, hauling you onto the poolside. "Hey, little dumb! Wake up!" He gently slaps your cheek, panic flashing across his face.

He growls under his breath, no time to waste. Leaning in, he starts CPR, his cheeks pink from worry and… something else.

“Come on… breathe. Please.”

And now, your enemy is holding you like you're the only thing that matters.