I'm not giving you my towel." I snapped.
He raised his eyebrows, eyeing me speculatively.
I racked at my brain for an excuse- this just isn't going to work; I'm going to have to lie my ass off.
"But," I whimpered slightly, pushing my bottom lip outwards. "I'm-I'm.. god.. I'm..You know.. self conscious.. I-I just; please.. Harry, please."
He looked at me absolutely shell-shocked- his eyes wide, mouth slack. His lips slowly parted but no sound came out- he was frozen.
Was it really that easy? I nearly laughed.
Without a word he pushed past me, breaking the lock on the door with one swift motion. He stalked out of the room in all his naked glory. I could do nothing but stand there, shivering from the cold.
I distantly heard shouts from inside the house; vague groans that sounded a lot like annoyance.
-Harry POV-
I quickly retreated from the bathroom, my vision clouding. I wasn't used to dealing with 'emotion' yet alone ones of INSECURITIES.
Walking out of the bedroom, I stalked away to find her some clothes, hoping that she would stay put.
How could she think she was less than anything perfect? My brow furrowed- this was definitely going to have to change.
"HARRY OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE-" I heard Louis groan from the doorway.
"Where's Haley?" I snapped.
"Apparently she decided that she would cook- not that you had anything to do with that did you?" He raised his brows as me, a disapproving glint to his eyes.
"Irrelevant." I snapped.
"No Harry, NO. It is completely relevant." He snapped back. "You can't order people around like that-"
"Watch me." I bit back, retreating to the kitchen to find her.
"Harold you're naked." Nick stated from the staircase.
I ignored him.
"Haley." I snapped.
"What-" She yelled, turning around, pan in hand. She paled.
"You're naked."
I felt my jaw clench in annoyance. "WHY is everyone telling me that- Look just go get Hannah some clothes; she's a size eight, bra size 12C, underwear size medium."
Haley nearly dropped the pan. "AND YOU KNOW THAT HOW-"
"JUST DO IT." I yelled, my temper running thin. I felt my head throb, my teeth grinding.
"You better do it Hal." Grimmy whispered.
She gave up, passing the pan into my hand.
"Does it look like I know how to cook?" I snapped, chucking it onto the floor.
"Careful mate." Nick said cooly. "That's ScanPan."
I inhaled deeply, trying to calm myself.
"Come upstairs and I'll get you some clothes." Nick said quietly.
"Where are your clothes?" Lou said, equally as silent.
He was mad.
Really mad.
I turned to face him, meeting his eyes.
"On the floor." I smirked.
"Harry that was BURBERRY."
