Puck Bunny [h.s]

01

HARRY STYLES
May 15th

I rolled over on my back, panting as I tried to untangle the sheets that were bunched up underneath me, the girl next to me flipping onto her stomach.

I could feel her gaze on me and I looked back at her, throwing my arm over her body and pulling her closer to me. I let her stay for a little while as I kept her close to my body, dragging my hand up and down her back while I started up at the ceiling of the hotel room.

After a few minutes, her breathing had evened out against my shoulder, so I let her go and sat up, bringing the covers over my hips, my back leaning against the bed frame.

She scrambled up to look at me with her tired eyes and I dragged my thumb along her cheek where some mascara had smudged on her pale skin.

"I think you should get going now," I suggested and cringed at the memorized words that would come out of my mouth every time.

"But you haven't fucked me yet," she retorted immediately and I groaned even when I knew this was coming.

I swung my legs over the edge of the stupidly expensive bed and felt the carpet under my feet as I walked over to the bathroom, ignoring her statement. I left the door open, not wanting to seem rude, and leaned over to turn on the shower, waiting for the water to get hot. I grabbed the towel hung on the wall and threw it over the sink before stepping in and closing the shower door.

My mind didn't even pay any attention to her as she joined me in the bathroom, walking over to the sink. She splashed her face with water and started washing her hands, taking her time as she observed her face in the shiny, gold-framed mirror. When I saw her walking out of the room, I felt a wave of relief go through my body as I watched her get dressed in the mirror.

Before she left, she popped her head inside and waved goodbye with her fingers, and I barely managed to pull on a convincing smile as she turned around and left the premises of my hotel room.

"Fuckin' hell, finally," I hung my head low and let the hot water envelope my whole body, feeling the water trailing down my spine and down my legs. My hair was soaking wet and lying like a wet mop on the top of my head and over my face, but I ignored it.

Once I finally got out of the shower, I flopped back down onto the bed face down and groaned into the mattress, pressing my forehead against the pillow in front of me as I wrapped my arms around the softness and closed my eyes.

The warm air of the summer breeze coming in through the window hit the back of my body and I sighed, relaxing, hoping for a wonderful and relaxing evening.

That was before I heard a knock on my door, and then another one, and then another which forced me to stand up and slowly walk over to the front, hoping that it wasn't an employee at the hotel because I doubt they'd want to see me butt-ass naked with my dick hanging in front just there.

Pressing my hand against the handle of the door, I slowly leaned over and peeked through the small gap before I saw my manager who was also one of my friends and has put up with my fucked up shit that I made him endure, daily. 

"Hey, Zeke," I smiled at him, opening the door further, and leaned my arm against the wide open door, waiting for him to come in but his eyes widened and he started shaking his head at me vigorously.