One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

Bath (Harry)

You came home from work entirely exhausted; you had to stay overtime because of all the tasks you had to complete, and your boss had given you a headache with all his yelling. 

You shut the door to the house and leaned against the wall, scooting down it until you were sitting with your head in your hands.

I hated today. I'm so stressed. I wish I could jus--

"Hi, y/n," a random person said in your ear, cutting off your thoughts.

What is that?! Is is a robber?! Oh my goodness! I can't die--not today!

You screamed and flailed you arms out as you jumped up. You turned around only to see it was Harry.

Thank God. It's just Harry.

"Harry, you gave me a heart attack!" you scolded between deep breaths.

"Sorry!" he apologized. "I didn't mean to; I was trying to be nice."

I know just--I have to calm down.

He went up to you and hugged you, seeing how serious you were and how much you just really needed a hug.

"It's okay. I've just been jumpy today; it's been a hard day."

He frowned and kissed your cheek.

"Sorry about your day. I've run a bath for you if you'd like to talk about it," he smiled cheekily.

A bath? That would mean... Oh, I get it... Cheeky boy.

"I would love to, but I--"

"Nope. You are doing anything; you're taking a bath with me," he insisted.

He dragged you to the bathroom and you laid your eyes on the already-filled bathtub with flower petals floating on top of the water.

This is so... Gorgeous. Thoughtful. Lovely. All of the above.

"You didn't have to do this," you gawked. 

"I wanted to," he stated. "Now, get in."

***

You were lying in the bathtub in Harry's arms about to fall asleep when you felt his breath whisper in your ear.

"Are you comfortable enough?"

You grinned at his thoughtfulness and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm okay. You?"

"I'm always okay as long as I have you."

Aww... He's sweet.

You smile widened.

"Me?"

He simply nodded.

"I love you, and I need you."

He loves me? Of course he does. He's said it multiple times before.

This time felt different though--like he really, really meant it.

You inquired shyly, "Really?" 

"Of course! I mean it whenever I say that, you know; I wouldn't just say it if it was meaningless. You mean a lot to me."

You beamed up at him.

I love him; I've always loved him from the day we met.

"I always love you," you informed him.

He beamed back and leaned down, his breath fanning your face.

As if it was a secret, he whispered, "Then we should do this."

His lips met yours, and in that exact moment, you could tell he meant every word he said.

A/N: They are married, so this is okay. I do not mean for this to be dirty, so if it felt that way to you, I'm sorry. I just wanted it to be sweet. Wrote it a bit ago. Please tell me how it is? Ps: I am so sorry; I will try to update more. It's just school and stress, so it's a lot. Nothing too huge.