TREPIDATION // h.s

CHAPTER 41 //

Delilah Allen

He takes a step back from me and then he pulls his black shirt over his head and then he drops it to the floor.

"Well, come on." He nods at me, drawing my eyes down to my crop top and shorts.

"Harry." I shrug, I can't understand the need to go swimming right now. 

He smiles at me and the moonlight shining down on his face highlights the dimples falling deep into his cheeks. He steps back into close proximity to me. 

My heart rate picks up a little, unsure of what he's going to do. 

He reaches out to the hem of my shirt. "May I?" I nod quickly.

He pulls the material up. As soon as the shirt is discarded from my body, I feel a blow of the cool night air on my skin.

He giggles out of the blue when his eyes land on my breasts. He looks back down and then he pops open the button of his pants. He tilts his head back up again. "Well?"

I smile too and then I reach out to his pants. I slide the zipper down, and then before I pull them off, I look up at him, who's still grinning. 

As soon as his pants hit the floor and he kicks them off, his hands grip my hips and he swings me around, pulling me closer so my back is on his chest and my ass is against his lap. His skin feels like fire against mine, and I've never felt a better feeling. He giggles in my neck from behind, making me cover my face with my hands. Even if I tried right now, I couldn't stop smiling.

He undoes my shorts and drops them. When they're off, I turn around to face him again. I'm tugged forward again and his lips collide with mine. They're warm and exciting. 

Slowly his hand wanders down to my ass and he squeezes the skin. I bite down on his lip, due to the excitement building up in me. "You like that huh?" His voice is low.

I nod and then he goes back to kissing me. It's not long before his other hand joins on my other but cheek. I pull my arms tighter around his neck.

Harry is hands down the best kisser I've ever kissed. I can't explain the way he does it, but he just takes control of my whole existence, feeding me with pleasure.

Suddenly I let out a gasp because the two hands on my but, lift me up, and within a few seconds we're shot into the air. 

I hold up my breath, waiting for the impact, and just as I expected, the water is icy cold against my skin.

He holds me as we stay under the water for a few seconds and then he pulls us up. "You've got some nerve Styles." I shake my head at him in disbelief. 

"What can I say." He shrugs.

Quickly I decide to launch myself up toward him, but he's too quick and he catches me in the air, throwing me over his shoulder.

While he's got me, my eyes land on the opposite shoulder where I'm on.

It's the scar. 

I've seen it a couple of times now, but I decided not to say anything since when I brought it up all those weeks ago, he freaked out.

Obviously, I want to know what happened, but if he doesn't want to talk about it, I'm not going to push him.

I think that it's been there for many years though. It doesn't look like it's going to heal better either.

The scar is a deep shade of purple and it's lifted from the rest of his skin. It's very prominent and I'm sure he gets asked about it every time he's shirtless. I feel very bad for the people asking though.