Behind Fame (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 19

"But I don't know if it's a good idea for me to wait outside... I mean what if I get lonely." Harry pleads withe to come into my bedroom while I change into something a little more conservative for the dinner with Paul and Tiff.

"Nope! You can wait here love!" I say, stroking his curls back off his face and pecking his flushed cheek, then running upstairs still in his clothes from earlier.

I hear him moan in frustration at my refusal as I reach my door. I should clean this room, my friends messed it up yesterday and left clothes they tried on everywhere.

I need something light to wear to the dinner, but before I can think about what to wear, I walk into my large bathroom and turn on the hot water in the shower. I really need I shower, I expect I'll be much more relaxed after wards too. I strip down completely and step in, the hot water hitting my skin feels amazing. I know I took a shower yesterday after work, but it feels like I haven't in a week, it feels like it's been a while. I like it that way, the more time I spend with Harry, the better. I must admit, I am slightly nervous for the dinner tonight, it wouldn't be like other normal nights with the couple, but Harry Styles, the boy whom I was dating would come along. This was more than w-

"How much longer?!" Harry calls, outside my bedroom, knocking on the door.

"No one told you to come up here!" I call back, smiling to my self as I shampoo my hair.

"I thought you might possibly have needed some help washing up, you know?!" He laughs, through the door.

"Give me a minute!" I call back, washing the final bits of strawberry smelling shampoo out of my blonde hair. I wasn't doing anything tomorrow, so I would probably visit the hair dresser and get my original chocolate brown colour back.

"Kay! I'm counting love!"

I roll my eyes, turn off the water and step onto the soft bathroom mat. I take plain white underwear from my draw, along with a matching white strapless bra and place them on the counter. I dry myself and put my underwear on slowly, feeling the soft touch of my skin. I then take my towel and wrap it around my body, before brushing my wet, knotted hair out. I move to the door unlocking it and letting Harry in.

Jesus. He looked like a child smiling ridiculously. His eyes down on me as I gesture for him to come into the modern bathroom.

"You're actually inviting me in?" He asks with a cheeky, yet stunned look upon his handsome face.

"Well, it's not like I'm doing a strip show, I'm blow drying my hair." I joke back, as he laughs, puts the toilet lid down and takes a seat on the hard plastic.

"Can I just say, you look gorgeous with wet hair and a towel on... but you would probably look even better without the towel" He smirks, laughing now.

"Can I just say enough perverted comments or you can leave the bathroom." I say back lightly, smiling as I look at his facial expression fall through the mirror.

"Got it!" He smiles.

He rambles about how nice it would be to work as a football player as I take out my hair dryer from the cupboard under the sink and plug it in. I turn the dryer on, smiling at him in a sarcastic way as he is offended by being cut off mid sentence by the loud hair dryer.

He sits in silence watching me in wonder and admiration I think? I add some styling hair mouse and begin to dry my now beach looking hair.

I continue to dry my hair until it finally has the dry beach waves I want. I turn off the device, store in back in the cupboard under the sink and turn to face him.

"See? There wasn't many exciting things about watching me dry my hair, was there?"

"Actually, I enjoyed it." There was something seriously wrong with him. Either he was too polite, had mental issues, or was just being sarcastic.

"Anyway, out you get! I have to change!" I sing.

"I think I should stay..." He murmurs, as we step into the dark bedroom.

I huff and just allow him to stay, he walks over to my king bed, hands raised in the air at my decision. He randomly falls onto the bed, turns to face me and rests his head on his arms, as he folds them underneath his head. I just blankly continue to stare at him, as I stand, arms crossed at the foot of the bed.

I sigh and walk over to my dresser, directly opposite my bed. I slide open the door and eventually pick out a pastel colour blend jumpsuit and white heels.

I drop the towel and am able to somehow feel his eyes staring at me as I purposely poke my bum out and slide into the strapless jumpsuit. I walk over to the side of the bed and sit down, quickly slipping on my white heels.

"Did you want me to zip you?" He asks very sweetly.

"Actually, that would be good." I smile and sweep my hair to one shoulder, allowing him to slower than necessary zip me up. He smooths his hand over my shoulder and turns me around to face him.

This isn't like his usual soft kisses. He rushes his face to mine and forces my mouth open with the power of his soft lips. Our tongues fight with passion as he moves my hips towards him on the bed. I move one of my legs over him! straddling him. We continue to kiss, I find myself rocking my hips back and forth gently and he puts both his hands on my hips and begins to rock me back and forth himself. By now my insides re completely on fire. I haven't even gone that far with him yet, but I honestly can't even begin to imagine how much of a pleasure it would be to do that with him.

I break the kiss and he moans sadly as I move off him and to the mirror on my table.

"We have to go love." I say quickly.

"I'd rather continue our thingy." He laughs.

I apply a bit of concealer, bright pink lipstick to match the shades, some mascara and bronzer.

"Com'on babe." I say taking his hands and pulling him off the bed.

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