Paralyzed

Unpleasant Surprise

Last night was a lot of fun, it was nice to hang out with all the boys and their girlfriends. The only downer on my night was when Lou walked in on Harry, because the next morning Harry and I got a lecture from Liam about how 'we have been only dating for a month and we dont need to be doing naughty things until we are in love'. Yes, even as a grown women I still got lectured. 

After the very awkward, uncomfortable conversation with Liam, Harry and I returned home, or, back to our place. I personally kind of agreed with Liam, as much as I cared for Harry and wanted to be with him, it would be better if we waited until we were in love to contemplate our love. It would feel more special, more right, like I wasn't just another girl who he has sex with. I wanted there to be something more, I wanted to feel more than just pleasure. I wanted to feel love. 

I walked through our door and headed straight for the bathroom. I grabbed a towel out of Harrys cabinet and turned on the water to the shower. I left the water run, so it would heat up. I walked to the mirror in his bathroom. I was always uncomfortable with my body. I didnt really ever look at myself get undressed, I was so insecure with my body. I looked at myself and then took my hair our of my bun. Out of all the things I was insecure about, I actually did love my hair, and my blue eyes, but thats it. I turned around and started to undress myself slowly. 

I pulled back the curtain and entered into the shower. I faced the shower head. I rolled my head back and closed my eyes. Felt hot water drops hit my skin. I was never one who liked a cold shower, I liked mine hot and steamy, I dunno why, I just did. I began to think about Harry and our relationship. I can never forget the feeling I had when I heard he was in a car crash, nor can I ever forget the words I said to him. I still wasn't sure if I really meant them, or if I just said them in spite of the situation. I liked Harry, a lot, and cared about more than I have ever cared for anything. Telling someone you love them is a big thing though, well at least to me it was. 

“Babe?”

I heard a Harry speak as he entered the Bathroom.

“Y-yes.” I stuttered, pushing aside the thoughts that flooded my head. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, I saw his shadow lean up against the counter. 

“Yeah.”

Harry sighed, “Its just, you've been awful quiet... Did.. Did I do something?”

The thing is Harry didn't technically do anything, but I wasn't gonna tell him the truth and risk him taking it the wrong way. I didn't want to lie, but I wasn't gonna bother him with something that could possibly be nothing.

“No. I-I am just tired.” Damn I'm such a bad liar.

“You sure?”

I popped only my head from behind the shower curtain and looked at him. He looked so sexy, his curls were flopped everywhere, he was in sweats, and damn he was shirtless. I looked up to his face. He looked worried. I looked him in his vibrant green eyes and threw him a reassuring smile.

“I am sure.” 

Harry returned a smile and raised an eyebrow, “Care if I joined you?” He smirked.

I hesitated for a second, Liam's words running through my head. Well, Liam said no sex. He said nothing about, a little playful fun. Well I mean YOLO. Harry almost died and like he looked really ho so hey why not.

“If you want.” I winked as I closed the curtain behind me and turned back to face the shower head. 

Less than a minute later I felt two rough hands clutch my hips and hot breath hitting the back of my neck. I felt my heart pick up its pace, and my knees go weak. Harrys touch made my body go a little numb. The feeling of his naked body standing behind mine made me shake. I didnt dare turn around. I felt his hand glide down from my waist to my thigh. I took a deep breath and rolled my head back. I am so glad I shaved yesterday. His hand then glided back up back to its original position on my hips. I felt my chest burst and butterflies in my stomach. His hands quickly turned me around. I though he would look at my exposed body and I would do the same, but we didnt. We kept our eyes locked on each other. He looked at me with such a loving stare, like he just wanted to kiss me, not bang me. I felt both his hands leave my hips and lift up to my face. He placed them gently on my neck. Our eyes still didnt leave each others. We both insensitively leaned in closer until we felt our lips pressed against each other.