If It's What You Want A Harry Styles Fanfiction || h. s.

Chapter 45

           

She lay alone in the partially darkened room waiting for Harry to come back with Tylenol, Sprite, and some diced fruit her aunt dropped off earlier.

He had been right. Every kiss, the caressing trail of his tongue, and every touch had taken my mind off my circumstances.

She was still experiencing the positive effects of a release.

"Alright. Ready for some sunshine?" he asked as he sat down the tray.

"I suppose," she said pushing up her pillows and tucking the sheet around her.

He opened the drapes before coming back around to her side of the bed. "Tylenol." She reached out and accept two from his hand and the bottle of Sprite. The cold drink felt good on her throat.

"Thank you."

"Fruit?"

"Maybe in a few minutes."

"I'll hold you to that. So, how was it?" he asked with a smile.

"Just as you promised it would be."

"You want to know something?"

"Sure," she said reaching for his hand.

"I was really close to having an orgasm myself. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed everything about you."

She tried to look away from him but he insisted she face him. "Are you sure you've had a lot of experience?"

"More than I'd like to admit."

"Why do I get the feeling that something doesn't quite jive with that?"

"Too many wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am's."

"Explain."

"Meaningless sex, emotionless, one-sided, careless . . ."

"Got it. I would never do that to you. Those guys were idiots not to appreciate you."

"Could we not talk about this anymore?"

"I'm sorry. Of course. Ready for the fruit?" he asked handing the bowl to her. Although she took it, she didn't make a move to eat. "Want me to feed you?"

"No."

"I think you do. Remember?"

"No," she said looking away.

"Hey, look at me."

"You are not going to feed me."

"Come on. Just one bite."

She turned to look at him. He held out the fruit, but when she reached with her mouth, he didn't let go until she'd closed her mouth around the cube. When his finger and thumb were free, he took a piece of the fruit and did the same for himself. "Delicious." He held up another piece for her, but she shook her head.

"I don't care for anymore."

"Sweetheart, you have to eat something. If you could have anything, what sounds good to you?"

"Potato soup. It's plain and salty."

"So not the creamy baked potato soup?"

"No, more like potatoes cooked in chicken broth."

"If I get that for you, do you promise me you'll try to eat it?"

He sensed she needed a time-out. Kristen had warned him about this during one of their conversations. Ashley sometimes needed space. "It was nothing personal," Kristen had said.

"Yes," she said softly before looking away.

My cue to go, he thought.

"I'll be back."

"Thank you," she said as he turned to leave.

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Ashley had taken advantage of the time she had alone. A shower washed away that general gross feeling one gets when one is sick and has been in bed more than usual. Although it was exhausting, she had been determined to dry her hair, put on makeup, and get dressed. She'd not only done that but put clean sheets on the bed and put the others on to wash before she heard the key in the door.