lies

10

Taytum Moore
I woke up this morning to Harry telling me he was gonna shower. Damn that guy takes a long time in the shower. It's been forty-five minutes since he woke me up. Now I'm debating if I should get up to check on him and see if he's still alive in the bathroom. Instead though I get up to get him a change of clothes cause I don't want him to have to wear the same clothes from the club two days ago.

Wow.

Two days ago I hadn't seen Harry for a month and I was talking about how he wasn't around anymore. Now we've spent all of yesterday together and he's coming with me to my parents. I'm actually kinda nervous about that. Technically he has met them before but I wasn't there and I mean I know they liked him the first time they met him. He even had my mom calling him a "sweet boy."

Getting lost in my thoughts, I see the bathroom door open from the corner of my eyes and turn to see Harry walking out with a towel hanging low on his hips. OH. MY. GOD. What was I talking about? I don't remember. What is this guy doing to me...

I could see water from the shower still dripping down his chest and his long brown curly hair is wet. I never thought someone could be so beautiful. Looking up at his face I see he has a smirk and I immediately roll my eyes throwing him the pair of clothes I got for him. One of my many old Nirvana t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants that are big on me.

"You know you didn't have to give me clothes."

"Just put the clothes on." I say a little louder than I intended too. Mumbling a "please" after that he could probably hear me say. He needs to put the clothes on cause that's the only way I'll stop looking.

The drops of water on his chest.

His hair is still all over the place. Also still wet.

Standing there with the towel still hanging low on his hips.

My legs feel like they could give out any minute.

Instead of listening he just stares at me with his eyebrows furrowed but after a second relaxing and a smirk appears on his face. Oh now you understand why you SHOULD PUT THE CLOTHES ON. Gosh. Asshole. After making me suffer for a couple more minutes he finally puts his underwear from before on and the clothes I gave him. I let go of the breath I was holding. Damn. I was holding my breath?

"You look better in those clothes than I do." I tell him honestly and he looks at me with a smirk then shakes his head no.

I put on a pair of sweatpants and just keep one of my many Arctic Monkeys shirts on. Harry walks over to my nightstand on the side of the bed he slept on, putting on his rings. That reminds me of when I was thinking about his rings before.

"Why do you wear rings?" I ask him and he looks done at his rings.

"I mean I've always had a thing for rings. They make me feel like me and I feel like they just show people a little bit about who I am." He says and that really makes me think about how I don't really know him.

"I have a question." I say thinking more about how I don't know anything about him. Does he have family around? Is he just a writer? He should be a singer too. I don't know why he hasn't thought about it.

"Oh gosh. You always have questions, Don't you baby?" He says and the nickname makes a chill go up my spine. Wait, say that one more time. Just one more time.

"Most of the time yeah." I say, pursing my lips to the side. A lot of the time I usually just have a lot on my mind and I ask questions. I've always been like that. At least since the middle of high school. Throughout all of elementary, middle, and half of high school I wouldn't really talk. There were my friends that I would talk to but I wasn't the first to raise my hand in class to answer a question.