102; harry styles (hiatus)

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His long, curly hair is soaking wet from the shower, tiny drops of water are slowly drenching his back, taking their time to touch his skin. I think my jaw just dropped- he looks so hot. I wish I could stop the clocks and take a photo of his heavenly back.

Harry quickly wraps a towel around his waist, turning around to face me. He bites his bottom lip and holds back his laughter.

My eyes widen, realising the fact that he was naked in front of me and avoiding the fact that I was checking him out... Damn it, I was checking him out. I don't feel guilty, though. I'm only embarassed by the whole situation.

"I'm so sorry!" That's the first thing that comes out of my mouth and to be honest, I am lying: I am not even sorry. "Oh my god, I thought you were in the bathroom!" I feel my cheeks burning as he hides a smirk, I know I'm tomato red. I bring one of my hands to my face to cover it.

I mean, of course I'm blushing! This is embarassing! His back was facing me but he was fucking naked still! I've got to admit it though... he has a nice ass; nicer than mine.

There's a silence before he bursts out laughing really hard, "Sorry but-" He keeps laughing and I can't contain my shy smile. "You look so nervous, and-" His eyes lightly shut when he laughs and his dimples pops out, I think it's the cutest thing I've ever seen.

"Stop making fun of me!" I tell him, smiling while I sit on his bed holding the pizza in my hands.

"Oh god, I think I'm crying," He says, wiping off some tears with his long fingers.

I roll my eyes, still grinning. "You're obviously feeling better."

He nods, "I'm actually feeling a lot better."

"I hope it wasn't because of this encounter thing but because of my magical soup," I joke, trying to change the topic and forget what just happened.

He chuckles, "Pretty sure it was the soup,"

"Anyways, I'm leaving you, uhm, so you - you know, you can change?" I tuck a string of hair behind my ear, that's what I always do when I'm nervous. "I'm gonna be in the kitchen if you need anything." I tell him before heading out of his room without even glancing at him.

"Lola!" He suddenly calls me.

I don't move from my place, "Yeah?"

I slightly jump when I feel his lips brushing against my blushed cheeks, our proximity is almost shocking.

"Your cheeks are burning up, love." I blush even more when I hear his words, that's what I've called him earlier. "I think you're the one with the fever. Do you want me to take care of you?" He jokes with an american accent.

"Oh, shut up! I blush for literally everything!" I reply, gently punching his arm as he chuckles even louder.

"You can call me love, though." He mutters, his features completely relaxed. I roll my eyes, "No, no, I'm dead serious, it sounds pretty when you say it."

"Shut up, Harry. Go change yourself," I send him a smile before pouting, "I'm hungry."

"How hungry are you in a scale of 1 to very hungry?"

"Very fucking hungry. Always." I reply with no hesitation.

He chuckles as he steps into his bedroom. He suddenly stops, sends me a smile with dimples and all, and says, "I'm at 'very fucking hungry' too. Always."

He comes back a little bit later, now he's wearing some leggings and a Rolling Stones' shirt; I wonder what would Jen say.

"I'm bloody hungry!" He tells me as I open the box and we start to eat the pizza.