Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Shower Thoughts Or How I Woke Up Next To Harry

Hi everyone, a short chapter. This will be the last one for a little while. I hope you enjoy it! All the love, Summer xxx

When my alarm went off at 8.30am the next morning, I needed a few seconds to figure out where I was. I was lying in a very comfortable bed which, as I suddenly realised, I was sharing with Harry. I remembered very distinctly that we had fallen asleep on different sides of the bed, but we had ended up with our bodies tangled together, my head lying on Harry's chest. I quickly tried to roll back over to my side of the bed and Harry, who had seemed to have woken up as well, let go off me as if he had burned himself. I blushed a bit and sat up. "Morning." I said, my voice still a bit croaky after just waking up. Harry smiled at me. "Good morning, love." He sat up as well and run a hand through his messy curls.

Let me tell you something, a tired, shirtless Harry Styles is a beautiful view in the morning. I openly stared at him, until he turned his head to look at me and I blushed. Louis popped up in my head and I felt a bit guilty not only for starring at Harry, but also for sharing a bed with him all night, even though it was just as friends. But then again, I didn't really have a choice in that matter, thanks to my mum.

I quickly got up and tried to pull Louis' shirt, which I was sleeping in, down as far as possible to cover up my bare legs. I had not packed a proper pyjama because I had expected to have a room for myself. Harry's eyes wandered down to my bare legs until I cleared my throat. "Sorry." he quietly apologised. I walked over to my bag and took out the clothes I was going to wear today.

"Would you mind if I took a shower first?" I asked Harry shyly and he shook his head. "No, it's fine. You probably need a bit more time to get ready anyway." He smirked and I rolled my eyes at him. I grabbed the back with my toiletries and my dress and underwear and went into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and took a quick shower. 

Trying to get ready as fast as possible, I nearly hit my head when I tripped over a towel. I cursed quietly and there was a knock on the door. "Claire? Are you okay?" Harry sounded very concerned and I quickly assured him that I was fine. "Physically I'm fine, emotionally I'm bruised." I said and quickly applied some make-up to my face. "Haha, very funny, Claire." he he said through the door, but he didn't sound very annoyed at all. "I'm glad you think so." I told him and giggled.

After I had finished my hair and make-up, I put on my dress and then realised that there was no way I would be able to pull the zipper up myself. I took a deep breath and walked over to the door and unlocked it. Hesitantly, I opened the door and pocked my head out. Harry was sitting on the bed, looking through his phone. He looked up when he saw me and his eyes widened. "You look beautiful, love." he told me and I blushed. "Thanks. Um... I can't get the zipper at the back. Could you maybe...?" I asked and stepped into the room.

Harry put his phone down, got up and walked over to me. I turned around and a few seconds later I felt Harry's big hands on my back, slowly zipping me up. He brushed my hair to the side and my breath hitched. "Think about Louis." I told myself in my head. "This is just a normal reaction of someone who hasn't had someone in a long time and it's Harry Styles for heaven's sake. Who wouldn't react this way?" As soon as he was finished, I quickly stepped away from him. "Thank you." He smiled at me, but his eyes were unreadable. "You are welcome, love." He hesitated a bit and then walked over to his bag, took his clothes out and walked over to the bathroom to take a shower.

I decided to use the time to call Louis who picked up after a few rings. "Hey, love." I smiled widely when I heard his voice. "Hey, Lou. How is Phoebe doing?" I asked him and I heard him sigh. "Loads better. The doctors are very happy with how she is doing and she will probably be discharged by the end of the week." He sounded very happy and relieved. "That's amazing news, Louis." There was a short pause. "So, are you looking forward to the wedding today? Is Harry really okay with being your date?" He asked me and I looked over to the bathroom. "I am, even though I'm not sure how I'll survive my family. And I think he's fine. He's taking a shower at the moment." 

There was a long silence at the other end of the line. "How do you know that Harry's taking a shower, love?" Louis asked and I could hear a hint of bitterness and surprise in his voice. I took a deep breath. "My mum had the 'brilliant' idea to put me and whoever my date would be into one room. She thinks I need a boyfriend." I laughed nervously. "But you have nothing to worry about, Louis. Harry and I are just friends and I can't even tell you how much I wish that you were here right now. Plus, this way he can take care of me in case I'll get as drunk as last week, which isn't completely unlikely."

"You are probably right, love." Louis sounded tense and not entirely convinced. "Louis, listen to me. Me being here with Harry doesn't change anything about how I feel about you, okay?" Louis hummed. "I know, it's just ... I really want us to work out, Claire. I trust you and I trust Harry, so I shouldn't be jealous. My head is all over the place because of Phoebe, I'm sorry." I smiled a bit. "Nothing to be sorry for, I totally get it. I'd probably react the same way if the roles were reversed. I'll talk to you later or tomorrow, okay?" Louis sighed. "Okay, I'm looking forward to your call, love." I smiled widely. "Me, too."