A different side to one direction

temper

Without saying anything, Harry pulls out, grabs the body wash and very softly, starts scrubbing off what is left of my food fight with Niall. Well Harry... Aren't you just full of surprises?

"Here. All clean." Harry says after a couple minutes of rubbing my body.

"Thanks I guess." I mutter. "And about that girl-"

"I don't wanna talk about it. It's over." He cuts me harshly.

"Fine then. Your wish, my command."

Taking me completely off guard, Harry hugs me tightly, our naked chests pressed against one another. "Thank you," He mumbles in my neck. Wow. Harry thanking me? Who is this guy and what has he done with Harry Styles?

"You're thanking me for what exactly?" I ask, a little bemused by his soft side.

"For reacting like you just did. Most girls would've kept annoying me on the subject."

"I hope you do realize I'm not like most girls right?" I smirk, pulling away to gaze into his green orbs.

"You definitely aren't." He chuckles, rubbing his nose against mine in an affectionate manner. "And I like that a lot."

Feeling his cock growing back to life against my thigh, I rapidly pull away, not really wanting a replay of his previous to lusty for my taste attitude.

"And why is that? Why do you like me so much? You could've taken any other girl and claimed her as yours since you're famous... Most of them are prettier anyways." I say, keeping a safe distance between me and his now aroused body.

"First off, I really do like a good challenge. And if there was something your mom told us about before we gave her the VIP tickets, it was your rebellious attitude." He responds, water dripping down his chiseled chest.

My gaze lingers longer than necessary on his wet chest, before I snap out of it as Harry talks again.

"And then we realized that you didn't necessarily lead a good life with an alcoholic mother, no siblings, two friends and no father. Where did you say he went already?" He asks, eyes soft with compassion.

"I don't wanna talk about him. He left me alone with unfulfilled promises, that's all I can tell you." I tell him, looking away, mood dropping at his mention.

 "And last, there's the obvious fact that you're gorgeously beautiful." He continues lifting my face up to his, his eyes getting darker with lust by the second as he eyed me up and down.

"But there are pr-"

"Yes. There are prettier girls out there, but we wanted you. You with your feisty little attitude and cheeky remarks. You with all your imperfections." He sighs. "Even if I had a girlfriend at that time, I wanted to possess you. I cheated on her, with you." He says huskily, flinching a bit at the mention of his now ex-girlfriend.

The water feels  excessively hot on my skin as he tosses some wet strands of hair out of my face. Before I can stop myself, I find my fingers gliding entrancingly on his defined chest and abs.

"Enough with the small talk, and on  with the dirty." He groans suddenly, latching his lips with mine passionately. He spins us around so my back is against the shower wall, his hands groping my ass to keep me up. "You have no idea how I want your tight walls pulsating around my manhood right now," He growls, nipping my neck playfully.

"I've just had a really rough go a few minutes ago," I complain, feeling his hardness press against my thigh. "Can I get a break please?" I ask, panting soft as he suckled one of my nipples.

"But I want you now! I'm horny now!" He retorts, fondling with the other breast.

"You're always horny Harry..." A moan escapes my lips. "Why don't you go ask Louis to jack you off? I'm sure he would." I can't help the snarky comment.

I gasp as he lets go of me altogether, making me slip on the wet surface from the loss of grasp. I try slowing down my fall, and end up falling on my sore bottom with a yelp.

Scared, I look up at his eyes clouded with irritation. Oh great job Soph. You've made him angry.

"If you are that keen on me and Louis together, you might enjoy what I have in store for you tonight!" He storms, fists clenched in fury.

"Won't I ever get to sleep alone!" I scream, also fuming.

"Not in a near future with that behavior!" He bellows, storming out of the shower.

"I'm fucking tired of always being the sex toy!" I holler.

"Well get used to it! It's the only way we can make things stay into your head permanently!" He shouts from outside the shower, before slamming the door shut.

"Fuck you!" I yell as loud as I can. He doesn't respond. "Good riddance," I mumble, lifting myself off the shower floor and turning the tap off. I grab a towel, tie it around my waist and walk to my bedroom door. I rattle the door knob a couple times and it doesn't open. Then I see a note place right above my head.

Meet me in my room,

Zayn

Fucking great. He must've locked it when I was in the shower. I huff, crunching the piece of paper in my hands, before taking a solid grasp on my towel and heading down the hall to his room.

I knock three times and hear his voice telling me to enter. Double checking that I did have a firm hold on the fabric that hid my nakedness, I enter his room, leaving the door open.

"Shut the door, babe." His voice demands coming from the lump in his bed. His head pops out and he smirks at me, taking-in my almost state of nakedness.

"Why did you lock my room if nobody's inside it?" I snap, not in the mood for pleasantries.

"To spend some alone time with you. Now shut the damn door, and c'mere" He growls.

Damn he has a temper, I note.

"I have better things to do right now." I snap.

"What a poor choice of words." He scolds before bounding out of the bed. His hands grab my waist before I can register anything, and he pulls me on the bed over him.