Chapter 11

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We finally gained our composure and we grabbed our clothes from the floor and walked upstairs.

"I am going to take a shower, babe." I said to Harry.

"Can I join you, baby?" he asked.

"Yeah, you can join me, Harry" I said.

We walked into the bathroom and Harry turned on the water waiting for it to warm up. He opened the shower door. His shower was large and beautiful. I had never really appreciated just how beautiful his entire house was.

As I stepped into the shower he grabbed my hand to help steady me.

"Are you okay to stand, love?" he asked.

"I'm good, Harry. Just a little tired." I smiled at him.

"Here, let me do that" he said as he took the shampoo bottle from my hand and squeezed some liquid into his hand. He lathered it a bit and guided me under the shower to fully wet my hair. He placed his hands on my head and massaged the shampoo into my hair. His hands felt so good and gentle.

Quietly and slowly we lathered up and finished our shower. He took a towel from the rack and handed it to me and took one for himself.

I sat on the bed about to brush my hair. He gently took the brush from my hand and asked me "Can I do that for you please?"

I nodded yes and turned around. He picked me up and has me face him on the chair so I am sitting on his lap. He began brushing my hair so gently and tenderly. He was such a romantic and gentle person, I just couldn't believe it.

Once he finished with my hair, I turned to put on my makeup.

"No, you don't need to do that. You are so beautiful without it. You have that just fucked look that is so sexy". I blushed.

"Harry, I don't go anywhere without mascara and at least some lipstick".

He pouted but nodded. "I don't know why you girls do this but whatever." He mumbled.

We both got dressed and I was in some tight black yoga pants and a black camisole top. Harry was in his skinny black jeans and a grey t-shirt. He was wearing socks but no shoes. Everyone has arrived and there is pizza and wine. Harry made sure to have at least a few bottles of the wine he knew I liked. Every detail was so important to him.

"So Harry, what is it we are doing tonight? You said we were going to do something fun just us and the guys. You have me curious." I said.

"Well, we have this 'karaoke night' between us guys and the girls. Just some friendly competition." He said.

"What?!! How is it even a competition? You guys are professionals. We girls don't stand a chance!" I shrieked. I didn't want to sing in front of Harry. Yes, I karaoke and even sing with a small band at Mississippi Studios, a local hangout in Portland. It's near my loft on Mississippi Avenue. The thought of singing in front of the guys would be nerve wracking.

"Well, we give the girls double points for singing and dancing and we have one of us go on stage with the girls while they sing, to sort of even things out" he explained.

I nodded my head. "I don't know about this, babe." I said. "No one wants to hear me sing, Harry. Trust me..."

"Don't worry about it babe. It's just a lot of fun and you should hear the girls. They take it seriously and they kind of sing. They get up there and do their best, even though Brianna really has no voice."

"Seriously Harry, I am not a singer nor do I claim to be. You'll see this when people start bleeding from their ears." I laughingly said.

"You'll be fine. You have to be better than Brianna. Sophia can carry a tune, Melissa isn't bad, Brianna– not as much." He chuckled.

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