Provoking Styles

Chapter 22

I woke up the next morning to my bed being a complete mess and me being naked, I groaned and stretched feeling my entire body being sore. I looked up at the ceiling and I smiled as I remember what had happened between me and Harry last night, I got out of bed with the sheet wrapped around me before walking into the bathroom to start a warm shower. Once the water was warm I dropped the sheet and stepped in, I took my time washing my hair and body.

Mostly because I wanted to see if the water would make my body feel less sore, which it didn't. When I was done I got out and brushed my teeth, blow dried my hair and did my makeup; once I was done with my makeup I walked out and got dressed for the day before meeting my amazing boyfriend in my kitchen dressed in his suit.

"Well well don't we just look amazing today." Harry said wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my forehead, he patted my butt before going back to cooking.

I sat down at the table and imagined him cooking shirtless with low riding pants, mentally I was drooling at least I thought I was mentally drooling until Harry walked over setting two plates on the table before taking a napkin and wiping my mouth. He leaned in close to my ear and whispered "You're drooling princess."

I flushed a bright pink color as I grabbed my plate and practically scarfed down my food causing Harry to laugh and choke on his food. I giggled before getting up and setting my plate in the sink, I turned to Harry and smiled widely. "Hurry up we have one more day until the funeral and we have work to do Styles" He leaned in to kiss me but I moved my head.

"Seriously Haz we have to go." I said smacking his chest smiling.

Harry's POV

There is was again, the nickname only Gemma has called me, I watched as Jess made her way out of the kitchen. She was right, we do have work to get done especially since the funeral is tomorrow but then again the moments with her just aren't long enough. All I want to do is spend more than a night with her away from the world and the press, away from work and Zayn, just away from anything that's not us. I can do that can't I? I don't know what to do, I mean I care about her deeply but I just don't know.

I've had trust issues ever since the past, yeah yeah I know don't let your past define you're future. But the thing is that someone I cared so much about died and I feel like that's what's going to happen with Jessica if I let my guard down. She's the first person I let in since that day.

"Harry," Jess said popping her blonde head into her kitchen. Her hair was in tight curls that made her look amazing. "Come on Liam's downstairs."

"Yeah coming." I answered following her out of her apartment, I watched her lock the door before we walked down the hallway. I reached down and laced our fingers making her looking up at me but I just kept my face forward as we approached the elevator of her building. We stepped on the elevator and I watched her press the lobby floor button; she stepped back next to me. I studied her and the way her hair is pushed back over her shoulders and the way the blazer she is wearing shows a slight bit of the curve to her body and the way the red skinny jeans she's wearing hugs her ass and I so badly want to tell her to go back up to her apartment and change but I know we don't have the time considering I have a meeting today with my main guy in Hawaii.

I looked down at our hands to see that mine practically swallows her small hands yet they fit perfectly in mine. I remember last night the way she moaned my name and came undone under me and on top of me, it's like my touch was something she needed. I understand, because she was something I needed...I also remember what else happened last night.

Her small finger traced my tattoos on my chest, I watched her features as she did this. I noticed she bit her lip signaling she's either nervous to be tracing my tattoos yet again like she's concentrating, after she would trace my tattoos she'd kiss were her fingers were. I watched how her finger started to slow down as her eyes drooped closed. As she slept on my chest I stared up at the ceiling wondering if I could do this everyday and night, waking up to her and going to bed next to her. If I could do this for the rest of my life. I mean I want to protect her but then again she terrifies me, she is a mystery and dazzling.