Shades Of Styles

Married at First Sight (episode 2)

Yesterday was the wedding and today we're headed to our honeymoon. They haven't told us where it is yet which makes me nervous. I already don't know my husband, the last thing I need is to be sent to a random unknown location.
After we left the wedding last night, they set us up in a hotel that I really like but there was only one bed which made me anxious. Luckily, Harry was nice enough to offer to let me have the bed by myself.
But then I woke up to a thunderstorm in the middle of the night and was so freaked out, I had asked him to come lay in the bed with me. He was really nice about it and didn't push to cuddle or anything. Though, when I woke up this morning I found myself wound around his torso.
I got out of bed before him and I'm now just finishing up my shower as he knocks on the door.

"You almost finished?" He asks from the other side of the door.

"Yeah! One minute!" I call back as I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my torso. We have about 2 hours before we have to be at the airport which gives us a little over an hour to get finished getting ready.
I look around the bathroom and soon come to the realization that I forgot my clothes. It takes a minute to calm myself down and tell myself, that man is my husband, it's okay that he sees me in a towel. It shouldn't be a big deal.
I suck in a breath and I try to calm my breathing down and open the door. I jump back a little when I find Harry leaning against the wall across from the bathroom. He sees me instantly and shoots up to a standing position.

"Uh-I-" he stammers and my face burns with embarrassment.

"Sorry-my clothes." I try to explain and he nods. "This-this doesn't have to be weird. I'm your wife after all." I joke around and he laughs a little.

"Yeah-yeah...it's just-" he stammers some more before gliding past me and going into the bathroom.

That was weird. I try to brush off that moment as I make my way to my suitcase and find an outfit for the day. I hope the next 8 weeks won't be this awkward. At the end of this, we're supposed to stay together and actually be husband and wife. I'd hate for our relationship to be just awkwardness the whole time. I like Harry from what I've found out about him so far and I hope he likes me too.
He seems a little more closed off than I'd like but this is a weird situation on the first place.

Once Harry is out of the shower and I'm packed back up, I've gained the courage to speak to him about that situation.

"So Harry," I say as he walks out of the bathroom and turns the corner. He stands in front of me shirtless and I've lost my words now. Some how he's managed to be even more gorgeous. I gulp back the drool that threatens to spill from my mouth and close my eyes to remember what I wanted to say. "About-that...I don't-want " I try to explain and open my eyes. "I don't want us to be weird you know?" I finally spit out. "After all, this experiment is supposed to end in us-actually being together."

"Yeah, I was thinking about it, in the shower-" he says and then snaps his mouth shut and his face turns red. "Not, like that!" He shouts. "That was weird, though. And it shouldn't be weird. We just need to get use to this. It's a new dynamic, for both of us." He explains and I nod, trying to stay focused on his face. "Can I?" He pauses and runs a hand through his hair. "Can I have a kiss?" His eyes look from the floor to me now.

My face turns red but then I laugh. "Yeah!" I stand up and stride over to him. I stretch myself up, on my tippy toes and press my lips to his. This kiss is stronger than the one we shared yesterday and I feel my cheeks flush harder when there's a knock on the door. I pull away, pushing myself off of him to answer the door to the producers and the camera. I hope I'll get use to have a camera on me soon. I'm super uncomfortable now. I turn back around to find Harry fully clothed now and packing his stuff.

As I finish getting ready I can feel eyes on me, I assume it's just the cameras until I look up to see Harry watching me for a moment. He looks away quickly and I smirk while my face turns red. I wonder what he was looking at. Do I have something on my face? Surely someone would tell me if I had something on my face right?

"Okay, I think we have enough footage for now." One of the producers tells us. "Be down in half an out for the cars."

"Thanks." Harry and I say the same time as they begin to leave. Once they're gone I look to Harry and his eyes meet mine.

"Do I have something on my face?" I question, touching my cheek.

"What? No." He asks as if he's confused as to what would make me think that.

"Well-I...never-mind." I shake my head. I move my hand from my face and then make my way to my stuff. I look over it once more, deciding I have everything together and I take my seat on the bed.