Grace's POV
"Harry, turn around!" I giggle, standing in my bra with my thumb in the waistband of my pants.
"I have my eyes covered!" He chuckles, naked torsoed, peeking his eye out in between his index and middle finger.
"Harry, your not fooling anyone!" I giggle, pointing my finger, making him turn around.
I slide my pants down my theigh, to my knees, then finally to my feet, kicking them to the side.
"Can I turn around now?" Harry asks, his voice echoing from the empty steamy chapter.
"Harry." I glare.
"I know your eyes are up here." He mocks me. He turns around with his hands on his hips, looking me straight in the eye, his eyes not dare to travel past my lips. I could see the outline of his member from his black briefs, cutting off at his mid theigh.
"Hey, my eyes are up here!" He laughs, catching me taking a quick glance.
"Okay, I promise I won't look again!" I say dragging my eyes up his abs, chest, neck, then to his beautiful eyes. "Okay." I slowly unclasp my bra, then tossing it on the floor. Harry yet again doesn't stray from my eyes.
Harry slowly pulls down his underwear. I could tell, out of the corner of my eye that he had quite nice of a package.
I also take off my underwear kicking them to the side along with a pile of my other clothes.
I follow Harry into the warm, steamy shower, I take look at his cute little ass and giggle.
"Hey!" He shouts. "Don't laugh at my bum!"
"Your "bum" is so adorable, Harry!" I say covering my chest.
He rolls his eyes, walking into the water. I follow him letting the water flow down my back. He was now behind me, as I felt his hands on my waistline
He pulled me back a step, making the water fall on my head. I felt the cold metal of his titanium rings press against my skin, making chills grow on my back. He almost knew that my knees were growing weak. His lips pressed up against my neck leaving tender wet kisses training to my shoulder blades. I could practically feel his eyes starring at my bareness. I giggle at the whole situation, who he was, where we were.
I turn around and look into his unique shade of green-blue eyes. He just smiles, seemingly examining my face. I run my hands on his collar bones, inspecting his tattoos. "You like my tattoos?"
"Yeah, you've seen mine, right?" I ask, continuously feeling his muscular body.
"I might have caught a glimpse or two." He laughs.
I lift my right arm, exposing my tattoo on my ribcage that had a picture of a egyptian goddess with her arms out. He takes a look at it. "What does it mean?"
"When I was younger I was really fascinated with ancient Egyptians so I decided to get one." I shrug.
"What about this one." He points to the tattoo detailing in roman numerals on the side of my breast
"That's my lucky number 222." I nod.
"What about that one?" His long slides against my hip bone.
"That is my little brothers birthday." "July, 21st, 1999" I read aloud.
"You really love your little brother don't you?" He smiles, looking up from that inked portion of skin.
"Of course, he's my best friend. You really love your sister, don't you?" I point at his "G" tattoo by his collarbone.
"How'd you know it was for Gemma?" He asks, looking surprised.
"Wild guess." I joke.
"How old were you when you got your first tattoo?" Harry reaches towards the "Bumble and Bumble" shampoo bottle picking it up effortlessly.
"My first tattoo was," I take the bottle from his hand, "when I was 16, I got an "X" on the underside of my wrist."
"What was it for?"
"My mom would alway say whoever ended up with my would have found a treasure so, X marks the spot." I laugh. "It's stupid but I like it."
"I must be rich." He laughs before bringing my wrist to his lips, kissing it once gently. My face burns hot. Why? Why?!
I pour some shampoo into the palm of my hand, before lathering it into my hair. I hand the bottle to Harry and watch him do the same.
A thousand things run through my mind about tomorrow as would anyone with a human brain. "Okay, before we go shopping with Nadia I have to warn you that she has a really thick Russian accent and is really hard to understand sometimes but don't be afraid to ask her to repeat herself because she understands." I warn him.
"I'll keep that in mind." He laughs noticing my scatteredness. I rinse my hair with the soothing warm water as it rinses through my hair leaving my hair clean.
"Harry, if you don't want to come to Portland with me than you don't have to. Isabella might have pressure you, me too." I tenderly place my hand on Harry's forearm.
"I wouldn't miss that trip for anything." He replies as if it were a no-brainer. "I have to admit I was going mad about meeting your family. I want to make a good impression on them."
It was adorable that Harry was "going mad" about impressing my family.
"You've kind of already won over my mom, and my brother loves everyone so you've got it easy on that one."
"And your dad?" He asks, worried.
"My dad is the tough one to crack, but he and I are alot alike so I know he will like you." I assure, watching the water wash away the worry that had been painted onto his olive skin. "Don't stress, babe." I wink. I lean over, putting the "It's a 10" conditioner in the ends of my hair then washing my body with my "Flower Bomb" body wash.
"Do you have anything that doesn't smell like girl." He jokes.
"Sorry, I'm a girl, I have girl smelling stuff." I stick my tongue out at him, rinsing my body off with the water falling from the silver shower head.
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My wet hair dangles from the edge of the bed, "I'm tired, and bored."
He rolls the hem of my shirt, playing with it. "Go to sleep, babe"
I giggle "I like it when you call me babe."
"You like that?" He runs his fingers on my hip. "I'll remember that." Harry rolls onto his stomach resting his head on my abdomen. His rose lips kiss my hip a few times.
I run my fingers through his brown ringlets. His eyes drift close before he falls asleep, his chest expands and collapses against me as I float asleep too.
