Evie | H.S |

23. Niche compliments

Stretching out across the fluffy white mattress, I was instantly made aware of Harry's absence. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, taking it off the charger.

Harry
iMessage
Just going to the gym. Wont be gone long x

Light filtered softly through the frosted windows as the cold charcoal coloured tiles beneath my feet forced me to step a little quicker towards the shower I wished to start my day with.
Letting the water temperature adjust, I filtered through the various skin and hair products by the sink.

There was a lot you could tell about a person by their bathroom products. Harry had a small array of skincare products that told me he cared about his appearance, but not enough to warrant anything more than a moisturiser, a cleanser and a serum of some sort. I smiled as my fingers brushed past three types of cologne. Each of them I was familiar with and I knew they all had such different scents. I wondered about his process when deciding on one for the day over another. A body wash sat next to them, the label read of natural ingredients and a scent likened to figs, coconut and chamomile.

I flipped open the bottle of shampoo, closing my eyes and taking deep in its scent. It smelt like peppermint and sage. I collected that and the pairing conditioner, placing them on the recessed shelf in the large walk-in shower.

The steam hit me as I stepped into the hot water. I closed my eyes and let it saturate my hair.

"Is that you Evie?" Harry's drawl called out from the bedroom.
"No - this is a break and enter" I called out loudly in response.

"You know Evie, sarcasm is the lowest hanging fruit".

Harry came sauntering into the steamy bathroom, pulling his shirt over his body by the fabric at the nape of his neck. His skin looked sticky, glinted with a sheen of sweat from his workout. "Is that my shampoo?" He asked, catching me out with the bottle in hand.

"Maybe" I giggled, emulsifying the liquid in my palms before sudsing up my hair. "Room for one more?" He asked, shimmying out of his shorts.

"Smells like you need it" I jabbed. Harry grabbed my shoulders and shuffled me out from under the pressurised flow of the water and let his hair saturate. He closed his eyes as he raked his fingers through his hair, slicking it back. I couldn't help but watch on. Another extremely intimate moment that I hadn't shared with another person in so long. Here he was, arguably the worlds most famous man and little old Evie May. Sharing a shower.

"Evie, I can feel you staring at me" Harry smirked, eyes still closed as he let the water hit his face.
"Yeah, sorry" I muttered with a flush heating my cheeks.
"Here, let me..." he pulled me back towards him, my bare back pressed against his naked chest and a gentle hand at my chin tipped my head back to rest on his shoulder so he could rinse my hair.

"I can't remember the last time someone washed my hair for me" I mused with a content sigh as he ran a silky peppermint smelling conditioner through my long hair.
"Probably a friend when I was too fucked up to do it myself" I laughed dryly, turning around now to face him. Quickly realising I said too much, I got to focusing on finger combing my locks. I didn't want to say anything that might put me in a bad light and encourage him to walk away and forget about the closeness between us once the tour was over.

"Were you that bad?" Harry asked earnestly, shuffling out of the way so that I could rinse my hair. "For a bit yeah" I said quietly, stepping out from the water to leave the shower.

"Hey, don't go" he grabbed me wrist, pulling back towards the steamy cubicle. "You don't like sharing much, do you?"

I shook my head, wiping the water from my eyes. Harry looked like he was going to press me to open up as he pulled me towards him by the waist. Instinctively I draped my arms over his shoulders and stood on my tippy toes so that we were at eye level.