Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

43. Uncomfortable

I had my eyes closed for a while now, but I wasn't sleeping. I didn't want to fall back to sleep, mainly because I can feel Harry's small breathing on the back of my neck. It was soothing and I didn't want it to stop.

I felt his hand roam under the sheets and over my waist, digging its way underneath my shirt to rub small circles on my skin with his thumb. He then brought his hand lower sticking the tips of his fingers into the waistband of the sweatpants I was wearing.

He hummed against my back digging his hands farther into my pants until his palm was on my bum.

"Good morning Vanessa" he told me, his voice sounding tiresome.

I stifled a giggle, shuffling under his arm to face him.

"Good morning" I replied pulling the long sleeves of my pajamas down over my hands.

"Did last night reach your expectations?" he asked me with a cheeky smile.

I rolled my eyes with a smile, "Yes" I admitted remembering the twinkly lights.

He smirked having me get out of bed and into the bathroom. I was never the person to shower this early in the morning, but there was so much I wanted to think about and showering was one of the only ways I could converse with myself.

For my first high school experience, I really loved it. After Harry and I finished dancing at the small outdoor space, we went back inside for a while, but we didn't hang around other people. We were in the hallway, which we were able to sneak passed the teachers for, oddly enough. We walked down the halls hand in hand, snogged against the lockers, and I kept imagining what mine and Harry's relationship would be like if we knew or even looked at each other in high school. I couldn't help but come up with small scenarios of high school couple us. Like him waiting outside of my class for me, always meeting each other at our lockers, or even just doing homework together saying that I'd drag him to the library like I did Liam when we were in school.

I held my breath sticking my head under the flowing water.

It was things like this that made me wish I knew Harry whilst we went to school, but I never remember seeing him around. Until the very last day.

The bathroom door opened which at first I didn't care for since Harry and I were the only ones here. It was when the one-person shower door opened that I gasped quite harshly.

"Don't, make any loud noise" Harry read my expression holding his hand up as if ready to cover my mouth if I did.

"What exactly are you doing?" I asked, trying to cover myself whilst he seemed pretty confident with what he had.

He looked back at me with a 'confused look', "Taking a shower" he pointed it out as if I should know.

"Whilst I'm also taking a shower?" I asked bringing my legs closer together.

"It seems like it Vanessa" he said nonchalantly as he shook the drops of water out of his hair with his hands.

He turned to face me where I had my arms crossed but not of him intruding my shower time but more for me trying to cover myself.

"How is it that when we're having sex you're more than okay to let me see these" he brought his hands to where my arms were covering my breasts, "But when all we're simply doing is showering together, you cover yourself up" he took a step closer to me, making his face centimeters away from mine in the tiny space we had.

"I-I don't know" I told him, releasing some of the tightness in my arms.

"I guess there's only one solution" Harry said, looking down at my lips.