Off The Ice

Chapter 30

There's a knock on the door, followed by Addie's voice. "Okay, I know you're porbably happy to see each other, but we're going to go ahead and assume that you haven't changed Sutton and we would all like to go out to a celebratory dinner pretty soon."

I detach my lips from Harry's mouth and let him move to my neck while I answer her. "Okay, I'll start getting ready." I call out with as much breath as I can muster. "As much as I love this, we need to stop. I need to get all of this hairspray out of my hair and get all of this makeup off."

"Great. Let's go."

"You're not helping me." I say, sliding out from under his body. "Just stay out here or something while I do it. I'll be no longer than ten minutes." I climb off the bed following my words and go in the bathroom before turning on the the faucet to a medium temperature in between icey and mildly scolding. I shampoo all of the hairspray from my hair before getting my face wash from the counter and scrubbing off my makeup. 

I turn off the water and use a fluffy white towel to try and shake out my hair before wrapping it around my body. I don't wanna take all the towels.

I look around the bathroom and realize that I left my bag of clothes at the foot of me and Chelsea's bed. Cautiously opening the door I look around the corner and find Harry staring at his phone, scrolling thorugh something. He looks up at me and then smirks. "Someone forget their clothes?"

"Shut up and get me stuff to put on."

He stands up and walks over to my suitcase- he knows it's mine because it's zebra-print. Shut up, I'm obsessed. 

He unzips it and flips the top over. "Let's see so first we'll need some panties." He muses, digging through my unorganized piles of clothes in there. "These are nice, I haven't seen them." He says, picking up my black lace thong. It came free with the purchase of a new bra at Victoria's Secret.  "Now a bra. Gotta support those boobs of yours somehow." I roll my eyes and he picks up the only one that I brought. It's got a geometric shape all over it with bright colors that remind me of neon Easter. "Some skinny jeans." He says, pulling out my high-waisted jeggings. "And a shirt." He picks up my aqua-blue long-sleeved top with a lace overlay and lace sleeves that I got from Forever 21. He picks up the total pile of clothes and holds it in his hands. "Now come get it."

"Are you serious right now?" I say, completely unamused. 

"Come on. You need clothes right?"

"You are just racking up points in the jar containing my anger for you and it shall be unleashed when we get home." I say, slowly coming around the corner from the bathroom to get my clothes. I hold my right hand out for them while using my left to secure my towel to my body. With the clothes in my hand, I turn around to go back to the bathroom to change but Harry's hand grasps my towel and yanks it from my body, leaving me completely naked. I shriek and run to the bathroom before locking the door behind me. "I hate you so much Harold Styles it's not even funny at this point." I yell through the wooden door. All I hear is him laughing followed by a small squeak from the bed, indicating he just say down. 

"It was worth it." He finally replies. I put on all of the clothes he gave me and then walk out to pick up the wet towel from the floor. Before taking it in the bathroom to dry I whack him with it. "You've got a right good arse on you. Nice boobs too. And I'm not even going to talk about your pu-"

"STOP STOP RIGHT THERE I DON'T NEED TO HEAR ANYMORE!!!" I say as I finish hanging up the towel. "If you don't stop there I'll start talking about your dick." I warn as I come back to the majority of the hotel room. 

"You think I care. Go ahead. Talk about my dick all you want."

"No, that's disgusting." I say as he stands up and walks to me.