Honey (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 4- Shower singing

Lissie's point of view;

Once I was fully clothed,in black skinny jeans and my favourite baggy Guns and Roses jumper,I heard Harry turn on the shower. I grabbed my brush from the drawer and began to tug it through my hair,wincing when it came to knots.

I started to daydream about last night. Shivers went down my spine as I remembered how his lips had lightly brushed against mine,his hand delicately resting on my hip whilst mine gently held that strong jawline. I'd never had a kiss like it. So soft,and sweet. I'd be lying if I said I had no feelings towards him. I knew I had a crush on him,but I had no idea how he felt about me. Did the kiss mean anything to him?

The sound of someone singing interrupted my thoughts. I strained to figure out where it was coming from,and a grin found its way onto my lips when I realised it was Harry,singing in the shower. I snuck over to the bathroom door. His smooth,deep voice echoed around his bedroom,making me instantly weak at the knees. I sat down,leaning against the wall by the door and bringing my knees up to my chest.

"MAYBE IT'S THE WAY SHE WALKED,STRAIGHT INTO MY HEART AND STOLE IT"

I just wanted to know what was going on. I mean, we were acting perfectly normal towards each other. I could have just spoke to him about it,but what if his answer was something I didn't want to hear? He was just so damn beautiful. I always fell for the hot guys,and then would panic,thinking I wasn't good enough. So far there wasn't one guy who'd stuck with me,and shown me that he actually cares.

"AND WE DANCED ALL NIGHT TO THE BEST SONG EVER,"

I was determined to figure Harry out. He had something behind those eyes that showed me there was more to him than what he'd already shown me. Plus,I'd shown him the real me,I'd broken down right in front of him,and he was still there to look after me. I honestly felt it was only fair for me to repay the favour. I made a promise to myself right there and then that I would get him to spill next time I had the chance. If I had to use a bit of feminine charm,then so be it.

"Ahem," Harry cleared his throat,making me jump out of my skin. "Holy mother of god," I breathed,clutching my hand to my chest where my heart had spasmed. Once my heart had calmed down and my breathing had returned to normal,I looked up to where Harry was standing.

He was in nothing but a towel,showing off his v-lines. I swallowed and tried my hardest to focus on his face,where a cheeky smirk was fixed. He reached his hand out to me,and I took it without hesitation. He pulled me up with ease. He probably pulled me a little closer to him than was needed,so I was just a few centimetres away from him.

"And what were you up to down there?" He asked,hand still linked with mine.

"I was listening to you singing,problem?" I said,not bothering to lie. As I spoke I slowly let go of his hand and wandered over to pick up my brush from where I'd left it on the bed. When I turned back around I saw Harry pull a pair of boxers from the drawer. I saw he was about to drop his towel so I straight away shielded my eyes from where he was standing.

"Harry,man,put it away!" I exclaimed,covering my face with both of my hands. I heard him snigger.

"Hey,I told you about my bad habit when we first met,remember?" He pointed out. I grinned at the memory.

"Yeah,but I am a lady,you can't strip naked in front of ladies!" I continued.

"What,so it's fine for you to strut around in your underwear in front of me?" Harry argued. I could hear him moving around the room,probably getting dressed.

"Yeah,it is fine for me,because I got a bangin' body," I said in an american accent,imagining wiggling my eyebrows. "And I do not stru-" my sentence was cut off by two strong arms wrapping around my waist and lifting me into the air. I screamed,and my hands flew from where they were covering my eyes to Harry's arms,clinging on for dear life. He lifted me high and then dropped me onto the bed.