Yours - Larry

4

I'm so turned around by Wednesday morning that I can't sort out my whereabouts. For a moment anyway. I'm not in my bed—or my room—but on Harry's lounge bed, sun warming my bare back as I squint my eyes.

Harry's sweatshirt is next to me—I think I recall him giving it to me once I got cold. Liam and Zayn stayed over and had pizza, only to drink and drink and drink and presumably crash somewhere.

I move up so I can get out, ground warm beneath my bare feet as I catch onto Harry's music. I step onto his patio and continue towards his pool house, stepping in to see him working out in his boxers only.

"Morning," he says, pausing his sit-ups to look at me. "You okay?"

He's sweaty and half-naked and very, very yummy. He's pretty everywhere my eyes land—stomach, chest, arms, legs, collarbones.

"Good," I say, pushing my inappropriate thoughts away. "I'm... headachy, but mostly good."

He smirks. "You're staring very hard."

"Only because you're so..."

"So...?"

"I'm hungry."

He grins but accepts my refusal to put my current thoughts into words. "Anything you want?"

I'm tempted to say you, but I'm not sure I want to end up on his pool-house floor covered in as much sweat as him. Or perhaps that's exactly what I want, but I push away my seemingly perpetual urge to get on my knees.

"Anything is good," I say. "I'm pretty sure we're not on our own."

"They're in your room. You were already out, so I assumed it was okay."

"Well... are you gonna change my sheets in case they've messed around?"

"Sure." He grins as he gets up. "Let's go so I can make you something."

"You can continue. In case you weren't..."

"Done?" he questions, stepping towards me. "I'm good."

I step back once he's so near me I can smell his sweat, not because it's bad, but because I can't resist him as much as I want. "Are you gonna shower beforehand?"

"Do I smell?"

"No, just..." I pause as I step out completely. "Put on some pants. And a shirt. A sweatshirt."

"It's much too warm."

"Clean up," I say, pushing him away so I can turn around. "You do smell."

He laughs but continues with me in. We separate eventually so we can head to each our room. I prepare myself prior to entering, though I'm not met with even an ounce of inappropriateness. Zayn is up and leaning against my headboard, phone in one hand as he runs his right one across Liam's back even though he's sleeping.

"Hey," he says quietly. "We're sorry we borrowed your room."

"That's okay. I just need some pants."

I'm still wearing my swim shorts, so I step into my bathroom to change and brush my teeth so I can head out again. Last night is making me grin, partly because Harry is Harry, but mainly because Zayn promised me a spot in his shop as soon as he saw my tattoo-Instagram. I'm not even sure I'm moving yet, but it seems likely enough, so knowing I've potentially secured work is making me consider it even more.

"So," Harry says, giving me some aspirin as I ignore Levi's phone call, "what are you craving?"

"Everything."