Opposites.

Chapter 51.

After two episodes of Pretty Little Liars I decide I need to take a shower. I laugh lightly at how intense the boys are into this show, like really? Thought they were big and bad, bad boys. Harry is leaning forward his eyes glued to the TV, Niall is laying down stuffing his face now popcorn.

"I'm going to take a shower." I tell them and stand up. They mutter 'whatever' and I decide to mess with Harry.

"You don't want to join me?" I whisper in his ear and he jumps up.

"Mate, order pizza, we'll be back." Harry says in a rush and pulls me into the room.

"I was kidding" I laugh at his excitement.

"Too late." He growls and his smiles grows. Harry pulls his shirt off and my eyes instantly scan his chest, ill never get used to it. "Take a picture it'll last longer." Harry winked and I rolled my eyes at his cockiness.

"Your taking a shower with me whether you like it or not." Harry smirked and I crossed my arms and stared at Harry's smirk which grew wider. He made his way across the room and stopped right infront of me, smirking down at me, his hands grabbed my wrist and uncrossed them. Our eyes never breaking contact as he grabbed the helm of my t-shirt I changed into when we got back. Pulling it over my head Harrys eyes still glued to mine.

"Go start the shower." I smiled and he turned and ran into the bathroom. I slide off my shorts and panties before walking into the bathroom. "Harry?" I call.

"I'm already in the shower, hurry up." He teases and I take off my sports bra. I walk to the back and open the curtain so And slide in. Harry's back is facing me and I see his bum. I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his back.

"Hi" I squeak and he laughs.

"Hey baby girl." Harry turns his hair against his forehead he pushes it back.

"Get under the water, you stink." He teases and I smile. The water hits my back and I turn over to its hitting my chest. Harry's hands moved lower and lower.

"Not now Harry, I need to wash." I warn in a playful way and he laughs. I grab the loofah and put some soap on it.

"Let me" Harry whispers and I stare at him for a moment before handing it to him. He runs the loofah down my arms, and slowly cross my chest. His eyes watching his every movement. He washes my stomach and bends down for my legs. He starts on my left ankle, scrubbing lights up and down my legs. He gets to my female parts and grabs my waist to keep me steady as. He slowly runs it up and down. His eyes looking up at me, never breaking eye contact as he repeats this action. He stands up and tells me to turn around. He scrubs my back/lower back. I rinse off and grab the loofah from Harry before putting more soap on it.

"My turn." I smile Harry stands underneath the water as I wash every part of him. I grab the shampoo and wash Harry's hair, massaging his scalp. I do the same action with the conditioner. Harry tries to wash my hair but his fingers get stuck in my hair so I finish it. We both step out and Harry stops me from drying myself off because he wants to do it. After we are both dry I wrap the towel around my naked body and walk into the room. I grab a bra and panties since Niall is here and one of Harry's t-shirts and some yoga pants. Harry is still in the bathroom so I walk out into the living room brushing my now damped hair.

"Hey Niall, what time is it?" I ask him and grab a piece of pizza.

"Half past six." He mumbles eating pizza. I have to go over there at 8. I'm not sure how I'm suppose to go through with my threat, Harry is going to have to go with me.

"There you are." Harry smiles and flops down on the couch, I'm so happy right now. No drama, Harry is always in a good mood, everything great. Well expect for poor Niall. I need to set him up with someone, but who? Everyone is usually fake, well most of my friends are. Harry and his friends are the closes thing I have to friends.