Broken {HarryStyles}

Chapter 18

>Thalias POV<

My alarm went off at 6:30, I groaned and reached out onto the bedside table switching it off on my phone. I sat up, going to swing my legs out of bed then realise they were tangled in with Harry's. I smiled to myself about last night. It was a memorable night.

I untangled our legs then lifted the quilt off me, climbing out of bed and going to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, waiting for it to get to the temperature I liked before stepping in.

The heat soothed my body, and I closed my eyes letting my thoughts ponder round my brain.

This is strange. I mean I've known Harry properly now for 3 months, crushed on him for like a year, I've been with him for one month and I've had sex with him. I've had sex with my bully. Well, ex bully. This is all going to quick, too quick I can't handle. I started to think what my dad must be thinking, where he thinks I am. But then I realised, he wouldn't care.

"You alright there?" I screamed at the voice, opening my eyes and seeing Harry standing in front of me, naked.

"Harry, what the- get out!"

"Why? This saves water." Harry smirks.

"I don't care." I fold my arms over my chest.

"Oh come on, I've seen you naked now." He pulls my arms away from my chest, stepping closer to me so my breasts were pressed against his chest. I look up at him threw my thick eyelashes and he gives me a sweet smile.

"Turn around." I swivel around and he grabs the coconut shampoo from in front of me, and squirts some into his hand before working it into my hair. My eye lids flutter closed, no one had done this to me before.

He then rinsed it from my hair and then put in the matching conditioner, and then rinsed that out too. Harry gave me a cheeky smile, handing me his manly scented shampoo and turning around.

I laughed, "Your gonna have to crouch down." He did as I said and I applied the shampoo and matching conditioner.

After we had washed and rinsed off, I hopped out the shower and wrapped the fluffy white towel around me, brushing my teeth and washing my face before walking into the bedroom and brushed through my long wavy hair.

Harry came up behind me, his white towel hanging loosely from his hips and he was towel drying his hair with a small white towel.

I too towel dried my hair until it was almost dry, brushing through it then letting it dry. Lucky for me, if my hair is a little wet it looks okay because my hair is naturally wavy, so it doesn't look messy after I've applied my hair serums and mousse. I changed into my pink lacy underwear, a pair of dark blue ripped skinny jeans, and a charcoal grey sweater, matching it with a pair of black loafers.

I put on some bb cream as my skin is starting to get better, no bruises and cuts any more and hardly any under eye circles. I decided to go for a neutral eye shadow and a few layers of a mascara. I contoured my face then applied nude lipstick and I had finished after I had sprayed my Marc Jacobs perfume.

"You ready?" Harry asked, wearing black jeans, a black long sleeved top and black boots with his cross necklace. His hair was back in a messy quiff but it still looked nice.