You Make It Real (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) {EDITING}

Chapter 8

PIPER'S P.O.V. 

Washing Harry's hair was probably one of the highlights of my life. Before we stepped out of the shower, our bodies never really stopped touching. We locked lips a few times in between washing (which felt amazing), his hands on my body, slowly massaging away the sweat from the exhilarating night before. He stepped out first, handing me a towel before grabbing one for himself, running it roughly through his hair before wrapping it loosely around his hips.  I paused, holding the towel, still folded, toward my face in complete awe. He was so... perfect. The water still dripping off of his sculpted abs made me feel wet again, despite our rendezvous in the shower only ten minutes ago. He must have noticed me staring at him because he turned his head toward me, cocking it to the side with a smile on his face.

"Are you good, love?"

I snapped out of my trance and quickly started drying my legs before stepping out of the shower. I wrapped the towel around me, under my arms, before grabbing another one for my hair. I wrapped my hair in the other towel and attempted to walk out of the bathroom. His arm caught me around my waist and pulled me back toward him before his other arm also wrapped around me.

"We're going to the beach, so dress appropriately."

He brought his lips to mine slowly for a brief kiss, after which our lips lingered, wanting more. I walked out of the bathroom, this time with success, so that I could change. I pulled out my coral bikini and denim shorts, which I packed for our day with my aunt and uncle. Uncle Jack... I said we would still come by. I decided to call him later to make dinner plans. I pulled my bikini bottoms on after drying my body completely. Harry entered the room once again as I was tying the back of my top. 

"Here, let me help you with that."

He smiled slyly as he walked over to me. He placed his hands under my breasts, following the lining of my top to the connected strings while I held my long hair up. After reaching the strings, he tied it neatly and kissed my neck before walking toward his things. He pulled out a pair of purple and green swim trunks and pulled them on over his hips. They hit his thighs just below the middle of them, which I can't say American guys could get away with. But, I much preferred them shorter like that. Harry pulled on a loose tank top and started messing with his hair. I pulled on my shorts and found a neon pink cropped tank that I slipped on before tying my somewhat dry hair in a loose bun. I didn't feel like putting any makeup on and what difference would it make anyway? They had all seen me without makeup the entire morning. There were no more surprises.

"Well, I'm ready!"

I couldn't hide my excitement from being able to spend more time with them. He grinned at me, packing the rest of his things in his two bags before going to the bathroom to make sure he had everything. A few moments later, he turned the bathroom light off and walked back towards me, waving the second foil packet in his hand before slipping it into the pocket in his shorts. I wondered what that was about. He picked up my small bag and his larger one, one on each arm, while rolling his suitcase into the kitchen. I looked behind to see if he grabbed everything before turning the lights off and following him into the other room. Niall and Zayn were sitting at the table, their luggage sitting by the front door, where Harry placed ours as well. I sat down next to Niall while Harry tried to round everyone else up. He knocked on Louis' door first which swung open revealing Louis trying to pack quickly while talking on his phone. He looked a little on edge. Harry grabbed one of his bags that was already closed and put them with the rest before knocking on Liam's door. We heard quick footsteps from both Liam and Riley and after a couple minutes, Liam opened the door, out of breath. 

"Erm... Are your bags ready?"

Harry scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and Liam nodded to him. He returned to the room, leaving the door open and walked back out seconds later, carrying Riley's bag and pulling his suitcase behind him. Riley came out, attempting to pull her messy hair into a ponytail as she sat down between Zayn and I.