When tragedy strikes and Harry's world destroyed in a single night he finds himself in a downward spiral of substance abuse. After years of struggling, his family finally convinces him to seek help.
While on his road to recovery he meets Imog...
You'll never guess what Harry and I are having for breakfast....
KIWI!
Well kiwi on the side of french toast I had brought in because I wouldn't put it past Kendall to drug Harry. We settle into the couch with our plates
"Do you have to go back home today?" Harry asks.
"No, I told my mom that I had to come back early. I should of known it was too soon for you to be alone like that."
"It's not your fault Gen. I'm sorry by the way, for everything I said last night." He says sadly.
"It's ok Harry, I knew you didn't mean it."
"So what's the plan today?" Harry asks before taking a bite.
"I figured we would just hang out and take it easy after last night. We should get you unpacked too. We can watch a movie later before I go back to my room" I suggest and pop a piece of kiwi in my mouth.
"Sounds good to me." he said shrugging.
As we finish the rest of our breakfast I couldn't help but notice how natural it feels to be around him. Especially now that we've made it clear that there is a mutual attraction between us. Today I resolve to be completely myself around him, no therapist shit or anything.
Harry took a quick shower while I cleaned up a bit and pulled out the drawers to fill and organize.
"Hey Harry?" I shout over my shoulder towards the bathroom as he gets dressed.
"Yea?"
"Can I just start sorting your stuff? Is that ok?" I ask awkwardly.
"Go for it." He agrees and I lift his two massive suitcases on the bed before opening them up.
Jesus how many pairs of boots does a man need?
After carrying his shoes over to the closet and organizing them I go back to his suitcases. Tucked in a side zipper was a big box of condoms.
Knew he was a magnum.
I toss those to the side and hang up his massive amount of cheesy Hawaiian shirts.
How does he make this shit look so fucking good?
Next were his 32948247 pairs of black skinny jeans, some had holes on the knees and some didn't. I had completely emptied one suitcase and the other was half full so I slid the empty one underneath his bed before finishing. His boxers and socks were next and probably the easiest as I put the drawers away. I had finally gotten down to the bottom of his second suitcase when I noticed a stack of magazines.
"No Gen don't!" Harry yells as he comes up behind me. I dart out of his reach as I look through them.
Playboy...
GQ..
Oh yea, Sports Illustrated..
"These won't do you any good here Styles." I tease looking through the dates. They were from quite a few years back and I immediately recognized two. "Don't turn it to page 94." I smirk at him as I toss the Sports Illustrated at him.
He catches it and looks at me with a puzzled look before turning to the exact page I told him NOT to.
"Holy fuck."
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"Told you not to look." I chortled. "I'm in this GQ issue too. You either have really good taste or are just too lazy to buy new spanking material."
"I like what I like ok? But can we talk about this? You're fucking topless." Harry says pointing out the obvious.
"Duh, that was the issue Niall threw a bitch fit over. There are worse ones in there trust me."
"Worse then this?!" Harry shrilled.
"Yup." I said popping the P.
"Why didn't you ever go the Victoria Secret route?" Harry asks closing the magazine.
"I did a pink shoot for them but never got chosen for the catalogs or runway show."
"Why the hell not? You're more then-" Harry took a pause and gulped as he looked me down. "Equipped."
"They don't like models with tattoos, SI just photoshopped them out and GQ loved them."
"You have tattoos?" Harry asks cocking an eyebrow.
"Yea 5."
"Where?" He questions looking me over.
"You'll have to find out for yourself won't you."
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Harry's POV~
New mission in life; find all of Gen's tattoos.
FUCK I knew she looked familiar.
"Oh and Harry?" Gen coos.
"Hmm?"
"Magnums?" She tosses me the box of condom before trailing her eyes down to my crotch and biting her lip.
Smooth Gen, real smooth.
Grinning mischievously as I close the distance between us I lower my lips to her ear causing goosebumps to cover her gorgeous freckled skin.
"Oh, you have no idea baby."
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Chant it with me now... KIWI KIWI KIWI KIWI KIWI!!!!
