One Plus One

Chapter Fifty-Nine

We never left the position we went to sleep in. We were still entangled in each other when we woke.

"You have to go." Harry mumbled into my hair.

"No."

"Marlie, don't argue with me on this."

"Let me stay."

"No. I'll be back soon."

Before I could object any further, Harry had texted Brody to pick me up.

"Everything will be normal again soon."

"In case you haven't noticed, nothing is ever normal with us." I joked.

I pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed, tying my hair up in a messy ponytail. I wiggled my shorts up my legs and tucked Harry's t-shirt into them.

"I wondered where all my t-shirts were getting to."

"I like them. They're comfy."

"Yeah, but they're also mine."

"All the more reason for me to like them."

I flashed him a smile, his pink lips quirking into a smirk as a response. There was a tentative knock on the door just as Harry got up. Brody was stood on the other side waiting for me.

"Bye, gorgeous." Harry spoke, pressing a kiss to my lips.

"Don't leave me for too long."

*****

I practically downed the entire bottle of water as I caught my breath in the corner of the dance studio. With the summer showcase nearing, rehearsals got more and more intense resulting in breaks becoming less and less and longer and longer hours. Darkness was enclosing outside the window making my journey home a scary prospect. I was considering just staying in the dance studio all night.

I used the last remaining bit of my energy to drag my tired body into the showers. Lily had left a while ago and I could hear the level of noise in the changing rooms decreasing, signalling the other girls must have begun to head off too. It suddenly fell silent. I'd seen this so many times before in horror movies. I shut off the shower so I could hear even the slightest of noises.

"Hello?" I called out, but nothing responded.

I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around myself as I opened my cubicle door slightly. I stepped out to peer around the corner but there was no one in sight. I quickly threw on my underwear and ran back out to my bags. I was sure some sort of killer was about to jump out on me. I had never thrown my clothes on so quickly before, just wanting to be out of the empty room.

I shimmied my shorts up my legs and was concentrating on doing the button when I heard a faint creak. My head darted in the direction I thought it had come from but I was faced with emptiness. I cautiously turned back to my bag, rummaging around for my deodorant. The room was silent again.

HARRY'S POV

I had loitered around the studios for almost an hour and a half. I should have guessed that Marlie would be the last girl out. Once I was positive it was empty, I went inside to try and find her. I heard her faintly singing in the shower and the running of the water. Whilst she was distracted I snook inside and hid in one of the toilet cubicles. I waited for her to make her appearance, using the gap between the floor and the cubicle door as my spy hole for her feet.

Once I saw her petite sized feet shuffling along the tiles, I climbed onto the toilet seat and peeked over the cubicle. I'd forgotten how beautiful she was. Her curves were absolutely breath taking, and I couldn't help but notice she was wearing the red lace underwear I had tormented her with. I gripped onto the toilet door as she pulled the shorts up her legs. It creaked with amount of pressure I put onto it, so I quickly ducked back down into the cubicle, hoping Marlie had seen nothing.

When I assumed her attention was back on getting dressed, I pushed open the door and tip-toed out of the toilet. I neared closer to her, biting my lip to stop myself smirking. I reached my arms out as she lifted hers and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her backwards into my warmth.

The scream she let out was ear piercing. She wriggled violently in my hold, trying to turn to see who the arms belonged to. I assumed my laughter gave it away. She suddenly stopped struggling and turned sharply, punching me in the chest.

"You little fucker, Harry Styles."

"Did I scare you?" I laughed.

"Yeah. I thought I was going to die."

"I'm sorry, angel. Come here."

I pulled her into an embrace, Marlie burying her head into my chest.

"Miss me?"

"Everyday." she mumbled into my t-shirt.

MARLIES POV

I raised my head from his chest. I brushed the back of my hand over Harry's cheek. The swelling and bruising had gone down significantly, the normal colour of his dazzling emerald eyes returning. The cuts had yet to heal completely and his lip was still slightly spilt, but I had guessed he had come up with a completely feasible story for that. Harry took hold of my hand, lightly pressing his soft lips against my knuckles.

"Need a lift?" Harry's raspy voice asked.

"If you wouldn't mind."

"Well, I've got a lot of making up time."

"Yeah, don't ever leave me that long again."

"Did you really miss me that much?" he asked, a smug grin growing.

"I didn't say that."

"But you didn't deny it either."

"Put it this way, I spent a lot of time in Lily's and spent several nights with a pillow shielding my ears. I don't want to do that again."

"Back to her old tricks?"

"Nope, your mate, Danny, and her have hooked up."

"Really?"

Harry's eyebrows had raised in shock and disgust. I gave him a simple nod and he screwed his face up at the thought.

"Anyway, are you giving me a lift or not?"

"Of course, gorgeous."

Harry reached around me for my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, planting a sweet kiss upon my lips as he pulled it down.

"Is that it?"

"What?" he asked confused.

"You haven't seen me in almost 3 weeks and I get one tiny kiss?"

"Well..."

"Ok, fine, I'll walk home." I teased, beginning to walk out of the changing rooms.

"Oh no you won't." Harry's voice playfully growled behind me.

I tried to run out of the door as he lunged forward to grab me. My bag dropped to the floor as his muscled arms tightened around my waist. I held onto the doorframe as my feet left the floor, raucously laughing. My grip on the doorframe was slowly slipping away until with one final tug it slipped from my fingertips.

I was flipped around to face Harry, his emerald gaze hungry with lust. My back was slammed against the wall, Harry's hips forcefully pressing into mine. My face and neck was showered with kisses until he reached his target. Our lips had barely met when his tongue delved into my mouth. He desperately explored what he had been missing whilst he was gone, hums of approval caught between parted lips.

I tangled his curls in my fingertips, gently graze my fingertips over his scalp. The groan that left him came deep from the back of his throat, a current racing around my body as my heart began to jump against my rib cage.

We were forced to part upon hearing a faint voice. It was Craig calling to see if anyone was left before he locked up.

Harry and I rushed out, the pair of us red faced and Harry's curls a tousled mess. My lips were still tingling from the heavy kissing as we giggled, waving a quick goodbye to Craig as we passed him.