Baby Lips

Chapter 20

I trailed closely behind Harry, who was mumbling words I couldn’t make out, and into the suite he was staying in for the night. As I expected, it was fit for royalty. Chic, modern decor with bright colors and a view of the bright city lights of London that would make anyone stop and gaze for a good five minutes. Which is what I found myself doing until Harry broke my train of thought, telling me he was going to shower. 
 
I pushed out a response that sounded like something more along the lines of a dying animal’s last breath of life and widened my eyes in embarrassment as Harry turned on his heels and strode toward the bathroom. I couldn’t help but watch his shoulder blades shift under his flesh as he sauntered down the hall. Sighing, I fell back on the bed behind me.  
 
It seemed as though once I thought I had a clue about my life, Harry came and dumped my brain in a blender and mixed up my thoughts and feelings into a big, confused slushie. Within an hour I went from wanting to skin him alive to wanting to feel his skin on mine. He was annoying and acted like a child, but he also had this mature side to him that made me want to confide in him. And I guess you could say I liked that side of him, but it was one I had rarely seen.  
 
I pushed myself up on the silky sheets and blinked hard, hoping that would some how make my head stop pounding with thoughts of mine and Harry’s almost kiss. The almost kiss that I was practically begging to happen. It made me hate this situation even more. 
 
I didn’t even want to start to think about Zayn. 
 
As I continued to sit and stare at the view of the city, my eyelids began to get weighed down by fatigue. My eyes finally shut when I heard Harry’s foot steps pad across the marble floors.  
 
“Do you always sleep sitting up right?” This caused my eyes to open quickly, not in surprise by the noise, but more in annoyance at the fact that my sleep was being disturbed. 
 
“What? Oh... no. I’m just, I’m tired.” I shrugged my shoulders and ran both of my hands through my knotted hair before dropping my arms dramatically back in my lap and lazily smiling up at Harry. 
 
But my smile changed drastically as I bit my bottom lip to stop from my jaw dropping to the floor. No, this wasn’t the first time I had seen Harry without his shirt, the man never wore clothes, but this... this was different. His torso glistened with droplets of hot water and I watched them drip from the pendant on his necklace down the curves of his abs and dropping off onto the low slung towel around his hips. My tongue ran across my lips as I eyed his prominent v-lines cutting above his hips. 
 
I quickly collided my hand over my eyes and shook my head multiple times, pursing my lips in disgust at the thoughts that had just gushed in my mind. Most of them I’m sure my mother would not be very proud of. I continued to shake my head as Harry spoke. 
 
“Is there something wrong?” His voice had a sense of panic. “Have I got something on my face?” I exhaled a laugh and uncovered my eyes but continued to stare at the hem of my dress and pick at my blue nail polish. 
 
“No.” I whispered. “No, can you put some clothes on please?” Harry huffed from above as I watched his feet walk away from where I sat. A feeling of relief washing over me as he did so. 
 
“Only ‘cause you asked nicely.” He shouted, disappearing back down the hall. I rubbed my temples slowly, feeling my tired eyes begin to close once again when Harry emerged clothed in a pair of grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt. His curly hair was wet but still fell perfectly messy on his head. He was clutching black material in his right hand and looked down at it before he spoke. 
 
“I’m guessing you don’t have any pajamas, so... you can borrow this if you want.” He held out the fabric, that wasn’t just fabric, but a t-shirt. I smiled and nodded, accepting his offer and took the shirt out of his hand. Our fingers lingering against one and other a bit longer than necessary. I felt a hot redness creep into my cheeks before I followed the trail of wet foot steps to the bathroom. 
 
I splashed warm water on my face, removing the eye make up I wore to the best of my ability. I shimmied out of my white blazer and unzipped my dress, folding the clothing and setting it on the toilet as I poked my head through Harry’s t-shirt. I was soon surrounded my the strong scent of cologne that was embedded in the material that hit just below my butt. I sighed at my lack of pants, but decided not to care. Mostly because I was too tired to care about anything at the moment. 
 
I searched my hand bag for a hair band to tie up my untamed hair and found one quickly. Feeling successful, I bent over, gathered my hair, and began twisting the tie around my hair when- 
 
The unthinkable happened. 
 
My hair tie snapped and my heart sunk with it. I groaned out of displeasure and grabbed my folded clothes off the toilet and marched out of the bathroom with my hair a mess and half of my ass hanging out. I tossed my clothes on the arm chair at the end of the hallway. 
 
“I thought I’d give you th-” Harry’s voice was cut short when his eyes floated to me... well, to my body. I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest, trying too look less appealing so he would stop staring and stop making my cheeks blush widely. 
 
“What was that?” I blurted out, trying to get his attention. He blinked multiple times before coming back to reality. 
 
“Right, I, um, I thought I’d give you the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” I smiled and easily accepted his offer, because honestly I could sleep on the cold marble floor, as long as I finally got some rest. 
 
I wished Harry a good night before making my way over to the bed, under the piles of thick sheets, and clicking off the lights. 
 
It was a matter of seconds until I was asleep.

The light touches of his fingers felt like feathers on my skin, a trail of goose bumps following where ever they roamed on my body. His lips tenderly peppering warm kisses on my neck, smiling into each one as he heard my giggle grow louder. His teeth gently nipping at my ear before shouting- 
 
“You don’t know you’re beautiful!” My back stiffened as I shot up from bed and fell back on my elbows immediately. My chest huffing as I swallowed hard and my lips feeling more dry than ever. 
 
I felt a shiver run through my body as if my dream had actually been reality. As if Harry was actually next to me, treating me to his lovely kisses and playful hands. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to make the thoughts escape my mind.  
 
As the ringing in my ear subsided, I began to hear the familiar tune of “What Make You Beautiful” being shouted from outside the hotel. I forced my tired eyes to look at the clock and noticed it was only seven o’clock in the morning. Girls were outside of One Direction’s hotel, and seven in the morning. Didn’t they have school? Weren’t they worried about their future? 
 
I grumbled as I threw my legs over the side of the bed and listened to the girls finish the song, only to be led into another. I rubbed my eyes and peeked out at the crowd gathered at the entrance of the hotel. Hundreds of girls swarmed the doors, waiting to get a glance at these boys. Which reminded me... I stole a quick look at Harry. 
 
His arms sprawled above his head as he laid soundly on his back, his legs hanging off the side of the couch and a strip of golden skin was revealed above the waistband of his pants. If an outsider looked at the current situation we were in, I’m sure they would have suspected something far less innocent that what had really happened last night. 
 
I sighed and made my way to the disheveled pile of clothes I had thrown on the chair and quickly changed back into the uncomfortable dress and blazer. I neatly folded Harry’s shirt and tip toed to set it down on the table across from him, he stirred in his sleep, but only for a moment and continued to snore as I set the t-shirt down.  
 
I sneaked one last glance at him and held back a small smile, before making my way out of the room. I did my best not to slam the door. 
 
I held my heels in one hand and shoved my purse under my arm as I waited for the lift to get to the fifth floor and to carry me down the lobby where I could get home and get a sufficient amount of sleep before my calculus class this evening.  
 
When I finally approached the lobby, hotel security was manning all the doors, trying to keep the screaming fans and their flailing arms out of the hotel so the boys could rest. I noticed someone in deep conversation with one of the security guards, he turned around and I was greeted by Liam’s warm smile and a wave of his large hand. 
 
“Scarlett!” He yelled striding toward me. I smiled and walked closer toward him as well. “You sleep alright?” He asked once we got in closer quarters. 
 
“Yeah, I just got waken up by these ladies.” I pointed my thumb in the direction of the lobby doors. Liam laughed and shook his head. 
 
“Our fans, so dedicated.” I smiled at his comment. You could tell he really meant it. You could tell he appreciated every single one of those girls for coming out to see them. I wondered it that is what he was talking about to the security guard. If he was asking to go out there and talk to them for just a moment. 
 
“You leaving?” He asked me. I pressed my lips together and nodded. “Do you want me to call Damian, he’ll get you home safe.” He added throwing a nod toward the fans. I laughed lightly and nodded once again. 
 
“If he’s not busy... that would be really nice if he could drive me.” I shrugged. Liam told me to wait where I was and he would go fetch him. I felt a little bad, taking advantage of all the little perks of being involved with One Direction, but Liam had offered and it was Damian’s job to drive people around. So, I tried not to feel as low about it. 
 
Instead of Liam meeting me, I met Damian’s pale eyes and soft smile. He greeted me and told me to follow him out toward the infamous black SUV I had been in too many times. He opened the door politely for me and I thanked him and slipped inside, immediately resting my forehead on the cool glass of the window and letting my eyes drift off too sleep. 
 
It seemed like just five minutes when Damian woke me with his gentle voice calling my name. I thanked him a multitude of times as he opened my door for me. He smiled, the wrinkles in his cheeks appearing more prominently. 
 
“You should really take it easy with the One Direction lads, they’ll wear you out.” Damian laughed. 
 
Oh, you have no idea.

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