Texting Harry Styles

Shut up doofus

The next morning I wake up to the sound of light snoring. Wait, what? I sit up abruptly and then there's a loud thump and the sound of male groaning. Oh snap.

"Owww," Harry's face pops up at the side of the bed, he's rubbing his head. He crawls back onto the bed.
"Sorry," I whisper, running my hand through his curls. Harry smiles, moving my hand away down to his chest. Lord have mercy he's shirtless.
"It's okay baby," I blush, like I do every time he calls me that. Harry stands up, at least he's got pants on, I think to myself.

Although, I was kind of hoping he wouldn't have any on.

"I'm going to take a shower, I've got rehearsals in a few hours." My heart sinks, I was kind of hoping to spend some more time with him. I pout out my bottom lip and widen my eyes. Harry  pulls me up against him, his hands resting at the base of my spine.

"I wish I could spend more time with you," He says softly, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Me too," I state. Harry sighs and pulls away, grabbing his shirt off of the floor.

"Maybe you could come to our show tonight?" He suggests.

"I'd like that," I make a small smile.

"Come through the backstage way again, I'll let security know that you're coming." Harry smirks.

Harry goes into the bathroom to take a shower, I follow him and he raises his eyebrows.
"Want to join me?"

"N-no" I stammer, my face going bright red. Harry looks slightly disappointed but it only lasts for a second.

"Too bad," He says simply, closing the bathroom door behind us.

Harry pulls off his black skinny jeans, then reaches for his underwear. I turn my head quickly. Harry chuckles and I hear the clothes drop on the ground. He steps into the shower and starts running the water, humming softly.

I sit on the counter, my legs swinging back and forth.

Knock knock knock

I freeze, who the hell is that?

"Lana! Are you in there?" Is that...Chantelle? The water stops and I know Harry heard her. He pulls back the shower curtain, his hair dripping wet, a worried look on his face.
"What the fuck?" Harry whispers. I'm just about to scold him for swearing when the bathroom door bursts open.

I hop into the shower quickly, fully clothed. I turn around and see Harry.

Naked Harry.

He's staring at me with a wild expression. God, he's not even covering his-

"Lana are you in here?" Chantelle asks. I cover Harry's mouth with my hand.

"Yeah, I'm just taking a shower. What do you want?"

"Can I do my makeup in here? The light in my bathroom doesn't work and your mums in hers,"

"Um sure, go ahead..."

What have I gotten myself into? I take my hand off Harry's mouth and he starts running the water again. He leans towards me and pulls me under the water, completely soaking me. I glare at him.

He kisses my neck lightly, attempting to lift up my shirt. I shake my head quickly. I am not doing this while Chantelle is in the room. No way in heck.

Harry pouts out his bottom lip adorably, placing his large hands on each of my sides. I shake my head again and he frowns, looking like a spoilt child who's just been told no.

He turns away from me, crossing his arms. I roll my eyes and sigh, peeling off my wet t shirt, revealing my baby blue lacy bra. That's all he's getting. I tap his back and he turns around, an excited look on his face.

His eyes are on my chest. Not that I'm complaining. He's trying to unclasp my bra when Chantelle speaks up again.

"I'm done! You can come out now!" She shouts, leaving the bathroom. I wait another five minutes until I'm certain she's gone when I step out of the shower. Harry's behind me, completely butt naked. I pass him a towel and he wraps it around his waist.

God he looks fine.

Harry catches me staring.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Shut up doofus,"

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