Receiving Her (h.s. au)

IX

The warm water runs onto my body and I use some of the soap I had in my bag to wash my body, deciding to put my hair in a bun rather than use Harry's shampoo.

I shut the water off and wrap a towel around me, walking out of the bathroom to Harry's room for clothes.

"Harry, do you ha-" but I stop frozen when I look up at an unfamiliar male. He takes no shame looking at me and I hear Harry walk up the stairs, his hand grabbing my arm.

"Why the fuck isn't she hanging around here more often?" the guy says, Harry clearly tensing and angered at his words.

"Get the fuck out of here. You're supposed to be in Sacramento," Harry grits, his voice a tone I've never heard before. At least I'm able to hide completely behind Harry's muscular body.

"Can't play soccer without my cleats," he says, holding up his cleats.

"You have them so go," Harry grits, angered at his roommate for making an appearance.

After a snide comment about how Harry scored by having me, the man walks out and Harry swiftly turns. My eyes flicker up to him and his hands grab my cheeks, his desperation clear as he looks me over.

"He didn't touch you?" I shake my head.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Em. He shouldn't have been here. Didn't even hear him come in," he gushes, my hands clutching the towel to my body.

"It's okay. I'm okay," I assure him, but the fact that the unexpected roommate saw me in just a towel makes me nervous. I'm very self-conscious.

He kisses my forehead lightly and walks me to his bedroom, my hands tightening around the towel. "Here are some clothes. I'm sorry they'll be big but I hope it's alright," he says, handing me the pile of clothes he has for me.

"Thank you," I smile, his hand cupping my cheek again.

"No worries. He won't be back," he assures, my head nodding. He leans his head down and I tilt mine up, lightly kissing him.

He smiles after pulling away, walking out and closing the door. I put my bra and leggings back on and put on Harry's shirt, my lips curving at how his shirt is practically a dress on me.

I walk out to him, his head looking up and grinning at me. "Comfortable?" he asks, my lips curving as I nod in response. He wraps his arms around me and I grab his biceps, his forehead resting on mine. The small action always leaves butterflies in my stomach.

"I just ordered your favorite Chinese food, so we're staying in tonight," he tells me, my nose brushing his as he explains to me.

We go downstairs and we sit on the couch, his arm behind my shoulders as the two of us become close together as he flips through the channels on the TV.

"I have a proposition for you," he says, my head looking up at him.

"What's that?" I grin, his lips touching my cheek.

"I want you to teach me how to dance with you," he says, my eyes widening. No one's ever asked me to teach them how to dance before, let alone a football player.

"Don't act so surprised. I just want to do something with you," he grins, my heart pounding. The fact he wants to do that with me makes me happy.

"Okay," I smile, his arms pulling me closer to him.

The doorbell rings and Harry goes to get the food, my body sitting on the couch. Harry comes back and we eat on the couch, our bodies turned to face each other. He constantly pokes at my nose and makes me laugh, his eyes watching me the entire time. I'm not much of a talker but Harry doesn't seem to mind; his expression of happiness with me making that very clear.