The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 15:

Her POV:

       I strip from my tight jeans and replace them with my comfortable pajama shorts. After placing my hair into a pony tail Harry makes his way out of the bathroom and into our room, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. I can't help but notice all of the tattoos that swirl all over his skin. I've never seen him shirtless so I never knew that his neck tattoos carried down to his chest, which carried down to his abdomen, the tattoos stopped right at the rim of his boxers and I couldn't help but wonder if they go down any further. I snap out of my sinful thoughts and grab Harry by his wrist and drag him back into the bathroom.

    "W-what are you doing?" Harry cutely stutters. I smile at him as I push his shoulders down, so that he's sat on the toilet lid. "Cleaning your injuries." I weakly smile at him. They looked very painful, and I think cleaning them will cause him some pain too, but if they get infected then he will be in even more pain. Harry gently pushes my hands away from him. "You know that you don't have to." Harry politely whispers. I smile at him. "I insist." Harry gives me a grateful smile and relaxes so that I can start fixing him up. I start to dab at his bottom lip with the cloth. I expected him to wince or yell or I don't know do something. But, he didn't. I look up to meet his eyes, and he was still smiling, the dabbing didn't seem to effect him. He almost seemed giddy? I frowned as I thought that no one lately in his life has been there for him to do these kinds of things for him. I'm just so happy I found him, I'm so happy that I have him.

       "I'm grateful." Harry chokes out. I give him a puzzled look. "I'm grateful that you're letting me stay here, that came and got me, that I met you, that you kiss me, that you're bandaging me up right now." Harry nervously smiles at me once he's finished. Harry would have never been capable of saying what he just did when I first met him. I shyly smiled at him. He's really sweet, I just wish he could see how great he is and how much he's worth. Harry's broken, and I want to fix him. Harry returned my smile as I leaned in to kiss his broken lips. I knew Harry was inexperienced with kissing, but he didn't show it. I slowly pulled apart from him and continued cleaning his cuts and bruises.
 

         Harry and I finish getting ready for bed, and by then I'm exhausted. I can tell that something has been playing on Harry's mind, but I don't know what it is. I wonder if it's the same thing that's been playing on mine, what are we? "You want money for rent right? Or you would like me to pay for something? Right? I just... I would like to know." Harry speaks in a nervous tone. Oh, so that's what he's been worried about. I giggle and smile at how sweet and cute he is. "You don't need to worry about it, for now." I whisper in my best attempt at a seductive voice. I can see the hesitation on his cute and misunderstood face. "Ok, I guess... for now." Harry agrees. I'm already lying in our bed, waiting for Harry as he paces back and forth on the rug of the room.

        "Are you sure it's ok for me to sleep in the bed with you? I could sleep on the couch?" Harry asks in a shy voice. We really need to work on his confidence, but he has got a lot better since I first met him. "Don't be silly." Harry smiles at me and nods before finally climbing into our bed. I crawl across the bed, towards his laying body. I gently rest my head on his bruised chest. I can feel Harry's hands shake as he places them around my body, holding me in return. Harry places a soft kiss to my lips before we both drift off to sleep.

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