Two Ghosts [h.s]

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"A little friendly robbery, baby"

Harry and I pull away. Leaning forward with his hand holding me in place he grabs his shirt off the floor.

"Can't have you walking out there naked," he smirks, placing the fabric over my head. Pushing it through my arms it falls around my waist and I hug myself in the warm vanilla aroma. "Don't want you wearing anything else."

I wrap my hands around the back of his neck. "Start with your flannels. I'm sure you have double of each colour." Pinching my bum I jerk up in a gasp. As my body jumps, he stands with me wrapped around him.

"Where are we going?" I giggle as he places me against the vanity. Sitting down his lips follow pressing to mine. Placing his hand on my jaw edging me closer I rest my hands on his wrists. Sliding our lips over another, my stomach fills with butterflies.

Pulling away with multiple kisses on my cheek he bends down to my clothes on the floor. With my underwear and shorts, he slips them on with a painted smirk. Lifting my hips so it slips completely on me I tilt his chin up.

"Eyes on me loverboy." I giggle and he grunts brushing my hair behind my ears.

Dressed, Harry lifts my hips and throws me over his shoulder. "Harry!" I yelp in surprise landing on his chest as my lungs squish together. His hand smacks my ass and I place my hand on his own ass leaning up.

Guess I don't have a concussion.

"You know, you've had a lot to say today," I say and his hand traces up my leg, squeezing my bum once again and I fall right back into his side.

"Weren't saying that when my head was in you-"

"Okay enough!" I blurt and he laughs squeezing me like a stress ball.

Him and his damn fascination with that thing.

Walking down the hallway of our hotel room I hear the noise of our door opening and when I look back all of the boys flood in.

"Why the fuck are you here?" Harry stops not sounding pleased and I turn my head to the side waving at everyone.

"HI!"

"Good afternoon to you too, Styles." Niall rolls his eyes before smiling at me. "Sup, Sugar."

I notice Liam with a paper bag filled with things in his hand.

"Hey look at you, I like the makeup. Makes your cheekbones pop." Niall cheers with no judgement and I turn to face him in complete agreement.

"I know right! He has great cheekbones."

They walk over to the kitchen and I realize that it's a bag of food. They all take a pleasing look at him but pay no attention. Harry just stands there and I wrap my hands around the bottom of his shirt.