In Style || Harry Styles

XXIII

Oliveira -

Overbearing warmth is what wakes me. I am greeted by the suns rays disturbing my eyes. I feel Harry's arms wrapped around me tight, i can't move. Our nude bodies in tangled together. The covers hang low on our bodies.

I try my best to fight out his grasp. But every time i would try to pull myself out, it feels like a sharp knife is striking me in my lower abdomen.

After endless moments of struggling, he lets go and rolls over you his side.

Thank you...

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After doing my business, I look at my naked body in the mirror. I look down at my stomach. My rig cage slightly visible against my skin. My skin is paler that usual.

My eyes fall on my neck. I spot a ripe, plum purple and blood red bruises on the far side of my neck. And many more on my breasts.

"Enjoying the sight?" Harry's voice snaps me into focus. His hair is a mess like my own. I can't help the silly smile that makes it's way on my face. "You look happy." He walks towards me. His coal grey sweatpants hang low on his hips. Making him look irresistible. "Yeah i am." My voice is low and rugged. He grabs a hold of my face and kisses me. It's a small peck on the lips. "I think we could both use a bath. He pulls me near the pearl white claw foot tub.

I stand behind him, fully naked. I cant help the urge to cover my breast. He turns on the faucet and adds a sweet smelling soap to the fast running water.

He looks back at me and frowns slightly. He slowly begins to approach me. "I thought i told you not to cover up in front of me." He looks back at me hungrily. I feel my throat run suddenly dry. He grabs my forearms and puts them down to my sides. I can feel the blush take over my face.

Gosh.

I feel the gentle touch of his fingertips trails along my sides. I can feel sudden goosebumps form under his touch.

My...

"My god, your so beautiful." His whispers echo in my ears. "Harry." He looks at me in the eyes with a form of restraint. He grasps my hand and leads me to the bubble filled tube. The bubbles are high above the water. I look back at Harry. He pulls down his sweat pants, revealing himself. He holds out his hand, without hesitation i take it.

The water is hot, too hot almost. I at ease set my body into the water. The bubbles smell of lilac and jasmine, the smell is radiant. The bubbles reach up up to my chest, covering me. The bubbles on Harry barely cover his lower body. He suddenly pulls me up and places me on his lap.

Oh.

His eyes burn right through me like coals. Not baring the will to continue this intense stare down i give in and look down. I prop my hands on his shoulder. I can feel him to suddenly tense.

I slowly move my hands down to his biceps suddenly he grabs a hold my wrists, he holds both tightly, very tightly, I frown instantly.

"Don't."

His tone of voice has shifted instantly from seductive to douchebag

He doesn't want me to touch him?

I pull back my wrist, my classic red tint makes its brief cameo in the movie called. "Stephanie Is Now Pissed Off." And i doubt Harry wants tickets. Predictable silence invades the air. It only makes me feel like crap. I scootch to the front of the tube not wanting to look his face due to my wounded ego.

He places his large hands on my shoulders and gently squeezes them, making me groan softly.

His touch is.. intoxicating to the senses..