Harry POV-
Slowly, quietly, I pried open the door, the steam from the shower hitting me full blast. A smirk spread across my lips as I entered the room.
The only thing between a naked Hannah and I was the shower curtain.
She is literally going to kill me- but I didn't care.
Stepping into the room, I slowly undid the buttons from my shirt, peeling the white fabric from my shoulders. My fingers moved towards my pants, pulling the zipper sharply-
The sound echoed throughout the bathroom.
I heard her intake of breath before she swiftly popped her head out of the shower curtain. She looked at me and I looked at her.
She looked like she had just seen someone get stabbed -trust me I would know the signs.
I couldn't help the smirk that spread across my face- she just looked so adorable; her long dark hair was plastered to her face, the long lashes that framed her eyes thickening from the water.
She, however, was definitely not amused.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" She yelled, pulling the curtain around her body slightly, her eyes widening.
"I'm here to join you." I shrugged, proceeding to pull down my pants, leaving me in just my boxers.
"Ugh no your fucking NOT-" She snapped.
Her attitude was definitely something that needed to be worked on.
"I know what you did." I said sharply.
Her face visibly drained, her pupils widening.
"It was only one drink Harry-"
"What drink?" I snapped, barely keeping the amusement out of my voice.
Oh this was too funny- she's done herself in now.
"I-I -Ugh- I um.. I.." She stumbled now, her voice raising a few octaves.
She fumbled with the water, turning it off.
"No," I said quietly. "Keep it on."
"Just give me a towel Harry." She said, holding her arm out.
I stared at her, assessing her face.
Grabbing a towel of the rack, I held it in my hands, playing with the soft material. She made a quiet sound of annoyance.
"Why'd you do it?" I asked, honestly curious to hear the answer.
She bit her lip, her eyes darting back and forth, scanning my face. I wonder what she is looking for?
"I- you.. You just- I don't know you Harry. You're a stranger to me and I- You make me feel nervous and I.. I don't do nervous Harry." She stuttered slightly.
I... make her nervous?
"Why don't you ever get nervous?"
"Because that's just it Harry.. It's not ME. It's not who I am.. To, you know, get nervous. But YOU.., Oh no, YOU, ...you changed me. You sold my house, you wont leave me alone, no- you CHANGED ME; you changed who I AM, who I thought I was. And that Harry, that makes me nervous." Her words tumbled out of her mouth, her eyes pricking with tears. Her lips now trembled, her will power showing.
As I handed her the towel, my fingers brushed hers slightly- I almost moaned, the feeling of just touching her sending a shiver down my body. The sound of the water being cut off echoed through the small room.
