Your Little Secret (Harry Styles Fanfic)

62: "I trust you"

I wrap the soft cotton towel around my wet body, shivering as I close the bathroom window. It's nearly 3 a.m. and I have just had a shower.

I take a step closer to the sink, staring at myself in the fogged up mirror. I swallow. What does Harry actually see in me? I wasn't a person who had very low self confidence, but for some reason these sort of thoughts kept popping into my head recently. Harry has been with a few girls before me, and from internet pictures they all look stunning. I don't even compare to them. I just worry that one day he'll find someone better.

And I haven't had a lot of experience in an area where he clearly has. That idea of not being as pleasurable as other woman worries me. I sigh. I'm probably just being silly. That wouldn't matter to Harry...would it?

I turn the door handle, switching the light off as I return to the bathroom. I open the door, smiling at Harry who was sprawled out under the covers, scrolling through his Twitter on his phone. My eyes fall to the end of the bed, noticing his top neatly laid out.

"I got your pajamas ready," he grins, pointing to the item of clothing where eyes had just been.

I blush. He wants me to wear his top. To be honest I probably would have asked for it anyway. The sent that lingers on it comforts me. The smell of Harry.

I pick it up, along with a pair of fresh knickers, turning back around to change in the bathroom.

"You can change in here you know?"

I stay silent, my face heating up as I spin back around to face him.

"Mollie, after what happened 20 minutes ago I think it's fair to say I've seen you naked." He laughs.

Even though what he said was true, my hand still tremble as little as I grip his top.

"Okay." I shakly breathe, "can you look away though please?"

"Mollie," he chuckles.

"Please?"

He rolls his eyes, grinning in amusement.

The towel drops, my legs quickly stepping into the lingerie. I pull Harrys' top over my head, automatically breathing in.

"You done?" He questions.

"Yep."

I walk around the left side of the bed, snuggling down into the covers as I lay facing inwards watching Harry smiling at the fans tweets.

"Anything exciting happening?" I questioned, referring to trending topics.

"The fans are just unbelievable," he shakes his head. "We have 4 trends for us at the moment. They're so supportive."

"And loyal." I add.

It was true. Although I had received some hate from a couple of them, the majority weren't rude. I wasn't just wrong about Harry when I first met him, I was wrong about his fanbase too. I called them cruel names and said that they were brainwashed and had nothing better to do than obsess over a boy band. But now I see why. It give them hope and the boys have saved so many people that it's inspiring. It's cute to see them so passionate about the boys and their music.

Harry locks his phone. Placing it on the night stand before rolling to face me. The only source of light coming from the room was the dim lamp which was turned on at Harry's side.

"Well tonight was a different side to you." Harry beans. I wasn't expecting you to agree."

"I didn't think I would either." I giggle in embarrassment. I bring the covers up to my mouth, hiding my dorkish smile.