𝑼𝒏𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 ✔️

22.

Monroe woke up to the breeze in the air and no one beside her. Her heart sunk for a second as she felt used and unwanted.

She didn't want to jump to conclusions so she got up and wrapped herself with her robe and walked to the washroom to see the door closed.

Without even thinking to knock, she opened it to see Harry in the shower and her heart fluttered in surprise and relief.

"I-I'm sorry I should have knocked," she spoke nervously as he popped his head from the curtain.

Harry only laughed as he shook his head. "It's alright, it is your apartment after all."

She came closer to the shower and shook her head, beating herself up as she called herself an idiot countless of times.

"I thought that... I thought that you left after you got me-"

"Hey... baby, come here." The nickname for her had constantly slipped out of his mouth and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

While Monroe's heart fluttered at the name and it only made her heart yearn for his more.

She walked closer to him so that their faces were inches apart. "I'm not going anywhere, I just went to take a shower because my boxers.... were um..." he trailed off as she started laughing.

"I'm sorry you were in a messy situation," she said laughing. Harry murmured a small "shut up" while giving her a small smile.

"I just went to get some clothes in my car to shower, alright. I'm not leaving you." He kissed her lips softly as Monroe's eyes fluttered shut.

He pulled away and she hummed an okay. "I'm sorry for doubting you." She kept beating herself up over it but no one could blame her as she could barely trust anyone, she didn't even know if she trusted Harry.

"It's okay, love." He kissed her once more but Monroe pulled away as he arched his eyebrows up in confusion.

"I need to brush my teeth and you're.... you're still naked."

"I mean, you pretty much seen most of my anatomy last night so I would assume that you'd be okay-"

"Oh god Harry, shut up!" She laughed out, her cheeks stained pink as she hid her face away.

They both were a complete mess, like splattered paint on the floor but they seemed to make it work as they found beauty beyond the splatters.

Monroe brushed her teeth quickly as Harry was about to come out of the shower. She threw him a towel, telling him he couldn't come out until the towel was around his waist.

He did what she asked, not because he was whipped but because despite the amount of laughters they'd just shared about their intimate moment, she wasn't quite comfortable seeing Harry in full effect.

As he stepped out he wrapped his arms around her waist, his chest against her back. "Why are you up so early?" She asked him as he placed delicate kisses on her ear and the side of her head.

"I already told you....." he said and she chuckled quietly.

"No I mean besides that.... isn't it your day off."

"Yeah but it's not yours and I have to drop you off." Harry hasn't dropped her off for almost two weeks so he knew she obviously walked to work in such weather which made him mad.