Making sure I had my towel secure around me, I slowly opened the door and stuck my head out.
It was extremely quiet except for my brothers complaining about cleaning the kitchen. I didn't see any of the boys in the living room, which made me suspicious.
Looking down the hall to see if it was safe to walk out, I didn't see anyone. So I walked out of the bathroom and went to my room. Shutting the door behind me, I found Harry laying on my bed; he was still only in his boxers.
"Harry, where are my clothes?" I asked as he sat up.
"I've hidden them," he said with a smile.
"Please, Harry. Tell me where my clothes are."
He got off my bed and began walking towards me.
"Good things come to those who wait," Harry said pretty much mimicking me from earlier.
"Now that doesn't work in this situation, Harry. Tell me where my clothes are or no more kisses."
I saw him widen his eyes.
"You wouldn't deprive me of that would you?"
"I won't only if you tell me where you've hidden my clothes. If you don't tell me, you will no longer have access to these lips."
I pointed towards my mouth and Harry began leaning in.
"No no no, Harry. Tell me where my clothes are."
I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back.
"Fine, I hid them under my bed."
"Harry, if I go in your room and I find my clothes are not there, you won't get any of this ever."
I motioned to myself from head to toe. His eyes widened again.
"Fine. They aren't there. I hid them under your pillow."
I went to my bed and checked under my pillow. Sure enough, my clothes were there.
"See? Now that wasn't so bad was it, Harry?"
Harry was behind me. He pressed his lips against my neck and then kissed my cheek. "I guess not," he said as he turned me around so he could kiss my lips. I could feel the towel slowly slipping off me.
"Harry, stop. My towel is slipping," I said as I tried to push him away, but failed.
"Let it slip."
I lightly slapped his arm.
"Seriously, Harry. I want to put my clothes on."
"And I want you to keep them off."
"Well, we have a problem now, don't we, Mr. Styles?"
I eventually managed ro get him out of my room so I could change.
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He be trying to get in some action and she ain't having it.
lol.
I'd prolly do the same to him
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