terrified | harry styles

Terrified | Sex

Terrified | Sex

layla's pov

Growing up, I always listened to my feelings instead of my brain sometimes. There were instances that would either get me out of trouble or determine my fate. Most of the time, it determined my fate. I'm not saying that this works accurately but there came times where trusting my feelings got me somewhere. Not only was it helpful in certain situations, but for life in general. When it came to yesterday, I got that type of feeling when I encountered that Maycie chick that Harry works with—and it told me not to trust her.

I don't know what her intentions are, and if it's trying to get with Harry then she might consider her life done with. Having no clue of what goes on between them at work boggles my mind and it gets underneath my skin as well. Seriously, she was trying schedule a day to hook up with him right in front of me! You really think I was gonna let that slide? Fuck no. Not saying that I'm insecure or anything, but she is a very pretty lady and who knows what she will try to do to seduce my Harry.

The point that I'm trying to get across is that I don't trust Maycie at all. I bet she's one of those homewreckers that acts clueless of her intentions and actions. For god's sake, she didn't have to physically come over and give him those damn files. She could've just waited until he returned to work on Tuesday, but no. I hope that she got my message that Harry is mine and no one will take him away from me. She better know who she fucking with because I swear to god that her life isn't always gonna be promised.

Besides all of that, I know Harry wouldn't do such a thing to me. He cherishes me and loves me too much to ever go for her. Not only is he one of a kind but he is very special to me. He is a man that takes care of me and is not clueless unlike my ex man was. This handsomely and dashingly human being was mine, and I was his. We were just perfect for each other and nobody was gonna mess that up for us. I belonged to him and he belonged to me, simple as that.

After thinking about everything I stretched my sore and aching muscles in the comforts of Harry's bed. I could hear the shower running so I know that he was in there washing up for work. Just imagining Harry all wet and completely naked had a hand going in between my thighs. What I have always wanted to try was shower sex. And the devil in me got up out of bed to make that happen.

"Baby," I cooed walking in the echoey bathroom.

"Yes love?" His accented voice rumbled against the walls, and then he pulled back the certain back just a little bit and I swore that I must have gotten a little wet at the sight. "You need anything?"

"Can I join?" I ask with a coy smile.

He ran his fingers through his wet hair ever so slowly and god it was fucking sexy, "You know I have work darling," he tells me.

"I do too," I pout my lips. "And plus, it'll save water and the sea animals."

He began to smile at me, and I just knew that he couldn't resist me, "Alright fine, come in since you suddenly care about the earth's water and sea animals."

See, told ya.

Excitedly, I took Harry's shirt off without hesitation and hopped in the shower. Harry chuckled at my eagerness but it made me happy that I actually get to shower with him. And just maybe, it'll escalate to something even more.

"You can't be fooling around, we both have to make money," he reminded, as if that was gonna stop me.

"Eh, no promises," I tell him with a shrug getting underneath the shower head, getting my body wet—even my hair.

Harry chuckled slightly and shook his head, "What am I gonna do with you?"

"You're gonna let me use your body wash and shampoo," I cheesed.