Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 26

After the phone call with my mom, Harry and I go back to talking and relaxing on the sofa.

His hand rests on my knee, and I turn to him intently watching the TV. I lean over and gently kissing his cheek, feeling his stubble. He still hasn't shaved, so he has a mini mustache going on. It's honestly cute as hell.

He turns to look at me, and smiles. He pulls my face in for a kiss, sighing as our lips touch. Each time we kiss gets better, happiness never failing to fill my body. He makes me curious, and nervous, but in a good way. His soft lips nip at mine consistently, until I pull away.

"You need to shave," I speak honestly, although I do like when he has stubble.

He lightens his expression and chuckles, pecking my lips again.

"Well then, would you like to accompany me in the shower?" He asks, and I feel my cheeks flush. See what I mean?

I take little time to think about it, knowing I have to shower as well. We've been walking around New York all day, I need to shower.

"If you would like me to," I speak, letting myself waddle up in a bundle of shyness.

He smiles, cupping my phone and kissing me again. I bite his lip playfully, and he smiles against my lips. "I would love for you to."

Harry then stands up and stretches, his tummy peaking out from his t-shirt. He has a soft trail of hair leading from his bellybutton down to his crotch. It's basically a jungle down there, but I don't mind it if I'm being honest. I was kind of surprised at first, but it's grown on me.

We walk over to my bathroom, and start the shower. My shower takes up most of my bathroom, but Harry's is definitely bigger and nicer.

I watch Harry strip of his shirt, leaving his chest and upper half bare. Few chest hairs are spotted, gracefully spread on top of his inked chest. I take my top off as well, and my bra along with it. Harry is too focused on unbuttoning his jeans to notice, thankfully. I know he loves me, but I'm still so self conscious about my body. I unzip my jeans and tug them down, leaving me in just my white laced thong. Harry rids from his black boxers, now completely nude.

He turns to look at me, staring me up and down. I cover my breasts with my arms, feeling so ugly. It's so hard being insecure when you have such a beautiful boyfriend, who doesn't mind being naked. I just feel so tiny and vulnerable when I undress, creating shivers to run through my body. It's nothing in the way Harry acts, it's just how I've always been. I honestly think that Cole kind of made me like this, always picking out my flaws. There's a difference between giving advice and watching out for someone, and saying things like 'have you gained weight? Go on a diet," and Cole would be the second one.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Harry speaks, almost as if he can hear my thoughts, and walks over to me. He softly rubs my arms, and kisses my forehead gently. He then trails his kisses down to my cheek, and eventually lands on my lips.

"Thank you," I quietly say, and he furrows his eyebrows together in confusion.

"For what?"

"For making me feel loved," I respond simply, and he bites his lip. It's true. Through my vulnerability and self consciousness, Harry finds a way to make me feel beautiful, when I normally don't.

"Of course, Avery. I love you so much," he spills, and cups my cheeks. I kiss him, standing there for a few seconds, enjoying our moment.

"I love you too," I whisper over the shower warming up, our lips brushed against each other's. Harry then smiles softly and looks down at my panties, and kneels in front of me.