Strong // Harry Styles

Chapter 7

Kim's POV:
Whilst the boys were all laughing at something stupid Luke did, I got up to change out of my drenched clothing.

As I get up all 5 pairs of eyes stare at me. I felt like I had been caught eating the last slice of pizza or something.

"What? I'm just changing out of my wet clothing chill mom." I say to Calum playfully tapping his nose, since his look was full of concern.

The boys laugh at my remark and I head to my room, that I shared with Michael, Surprisingly enough. He is somehow the cleanest one I must say, besides all the food that he leaves around. He is like a hormonal teenage girl in the morning too; annoying and bitchy. so it just works.

I close our door and slip out of my wet sweatshirt and throw it in my bin. I pull out a new bra, underwear, shorts and a tshirt that I think is Ashton's and place them on my bed.

I slip out of my sticky leggings and gran underwear. I quickly slip into my new shorts and panties as I keep my back facing the door just in case.

"What room can I go in Calum?" I hear in a distance, Harry's voice.

"Uh, our room is a mess so just go into that door, Michael's room." Calum says, not too far behind Harry.

Fuck fuck fuck, thank you Calum really.

I throw my leggings in the bin and I hear a click of the door knob. I slowly turn myself to the door as I see Harry beginning to change. Not even realizing I'm also in the room.

He peals off his sweatshirt revealing his toned back. My breath hitches, what the fuck do I do?

His hands run through his wet hair, and his biceps flex. I want to collapse right then and there.

"Uh, Harry?" I say just as he tugs at his short strings.

Harry jumps and looks around the room till he sees me. in only shorts and a wet bra. Brilliant.

Harry's POV:
There she was. Standing in the middle of the room, in one of the shortest pairs of shorts I have ever seen, and a wet black lace bra.. WET I might add.

I couldn't take my eyes off her toned stomach and curvy body, I had to practically slap myself.

She was beautiful.
I already knew that, but now I could almost she her in her full glory.

No, this is wrong. I shouldn't see her like this, without her consent of course.

"I-i I'm sorry, I didn't know," I say in a rush, practically running out of the room before I made a scene.

My face was hot and my body was boiling. I slip on the shirt Luke had given me and walk into the kitchen.

"Harry, are you alright mate?" Ashton says from the couch studying me.

"Uh.. yeah I'm fine." I say flustered.

"Are you sure? cause first your face was like a tomato, now it looks like you've seen a ghost." Michael adds in, coming towards me.

He stops right i front of me, circling me, and studying me.

"Hmm, you are very pale, only have a clean tshirt on, and your hands are sweating." Michael says, staring into my eyes like I've done a crime.

"and he's very jumpy." Ashton's adds, still seated on the couch.

"You can I guess, finish changing in the bathroom when Calum gets out of the shower." Michael says aloud, walking past me.