The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 21: Too Much Evidence

We went out for a quick lunch, and came back to take a shower before boxing. Seperately, of course. He finishes a shower, and has a towel around his waist. He walks over behind me, and whispers into my ear: "You sure left your mark on me, last night." "Wha-" He turns around, and I see scratches on his back. My eyes widen, and I laugh. "Fiesty, tiger." he teases. "Rawr" I respond, putting my hand in a claw form. We both laugh, and he steps back. He moves his hands up and down. "Like wh--" "what you see? yes I do, Harry. I'd look at it all day long if I could." He laughs, and lets me go inside the shower. "Don't come in, you bastard!" I yell. "Alright, Alright." He hollers back. I lock the door, and strip off. I get into the shower, and I hear a little thump on the door. I was already done with my body, just washing my hair. I rinse, and get out. "You better not have been trying to pick the lock, Styles!" I yell. "I wasn't!" he responds, trying to sound innocent. You can tell in his voice, he's lying. I wrap a towel around my chest, and walk out. I try to dry my hair with another towel, and I feel that the towel wrapped around me is slipping. I look down, and see Harry tugging on it with his teeth. "No, boy. Stop." I point at him. He sits and whimpers, and I laugh and mess up his hair. "Aaaah!" he yells, he picks me up by my waist, and puts me on the couch. "Just for doing that.. you get a visit from the tickle monster!" "Noooo! ahahah" I start laughing as he tickles me, and chuckles. "H-Harry... stop it!!" I manage to say out of breath, laughing. The weird thing is, that he was on me, and we were just in towels. This time, I was really praying that he wouldn't trick me and strip me and re-do last night. I get tired by just thinking of it. He finally stops. Ahhh, oxygen. The sweet feeling of oxygen filling your lungs again. "Just for that.." I kneel down, and lightly kiss his stomach, down to his v-line. I see him look down and whimper, and he gets a little bigger. "Not today, Harry." I stand up and wink at him and walk away. "P-please?" he says, voice cracking. "No, Harry." I turn on my phones, and I get a text. "Coming home in an hour, missed you while we were on vacation! We love you!xx Mum and Dad" "Oh no" I mumble to myself. "What?" I show him the text. "Oh.." "Harry... you have to meet my parents." "But-" "Harry...you have to." He sighs, and I pet his head. "There there, boy." He growls, and I laugh. "I need to get home." I walk back into the bathroom, and put on my bra and underwear. I think Harry walked in while I was changing, because I feel his warm hands against my skin. I jump a little, and Harry chuckles. "Harry..you scared me!" His warm skin is against my almost-bare back. "I love you.." he whispers into my ear. "I might consider loving you back if you let me change." "Alright you win." he walks out, and I get fully changed. I turn around prepared to leave and Harry's leaning against the doorframe smirking and staring at me. I throw my towel at his face, grab my phone and go. I take his keys and take his Range Rover. I drive home, and throw every single piece of trash away. Every single hair from the floor. I dust every single item in this house, and vaccum and mop the floor. My sheets are dirty...ohmygod. I put them in the washer, and find my emergency sheets and put them on my bed. I spray Ferbreze everywhere, and sit down on the living room couch. I'm breathless and tired, and then the door opens.