Protect

Chapter 34

HARRY'S POV

I take my towel and wipe the steam from the shower off the mirror. I grab my black briefs I left on the floor and pull them up my legs. It's getting warmer each day so it feels nice to be able to walk around the apartment without a shirt and not freeze to death.

I wish Kris would walk around without a shirt. I begin to smirk and think dirty thoughts to myself but they are quickly gone when I realize how many people are actually in this apartment.

There is not only me and Kris, but Gemma, Carrina has kind of moved herself in, that Zayn guy who knows how long he plans on staying, and Liam is sometimes here more than I am.

Yeah, Kris will definitely not be walking around without a shirt.

I shake my hand through my hair and then let my curls lay wet along my forehead. I open the bathroom door, still wearing just my briefs, and turn to the right walking into the living room area with my towel in my hand.

Holy shit. I immediately drop my towel to the floor when my eyes see the sight in front of me and my brain comprehends what it is.

Carrina is sitting on one of the counter stools unsure of what to do, as Kris is standing in the doorway with the door open talking to someone on the other side. That someone just happens to have perky blonde curls with perfectly done makeup and a flattering dress.

Fuck its Brit.

"Shit um Kris,"

I leave the towel on the floor and take quick strides to meet Kris at the door before anyone says anything their not supposed to.

Brit does not know who Kris is and I don't know if Kris realizes this girl is Brit.

"Harry! Go put some pants on!" Kris gives me her full smile with a tint of wildness in her eyes.

I don't think she truly wants me to put my pants on. I bite my lower lip and move closer to her as my imagination runs wild, momentarily forgetting my unwanted guest.

"Hmmmm." Brit makes an awkward coughing noise to remind me she is still there.

I back away from Kris and shake my head snapping myself out of my trance.

"Umm, Kris this is Brit, Brit this is Kris." I awkwardly introduce the two women unsure of anything else to do.

Kris looks away from me with some kind of emotion in her eyes but for once I can't read it. I can't tell what she is thinking. She scratches the skin right under her ear, a nervous tick I have never seen her do before.

Kris extends her hand. "Hi. I'm Kristen, Harry's fiancé." She smiles a tilts her head.

Was that emotion in her eyes jealousy? Kris jealous of Brit? I smile contently knowing she is jealous. Although its wrong for me to feel excitement in her jealousy, it just shows she loves me more than I know.

"Oh. I wasn't aware Harry was with anyone." Brit half smiles a nervous smile, clearly intimidated by Kris's harsh glare. She slowly meets her hand to Kris's and an awkward shake of hands is displayed.

Brit looks up at me, still standing in the third floor hallway, she looks, betrayed.

"Brit um why don't you come in." Kris says and steps to the side allowing Brit to walk through.

Brit stares at Kris's baby bump.

"How far along are you?" She asks once the door is closed.

"Almost four months. Harry and I still have a lot of preparing to do."