Out of Reach (A Harry Styles Fan Ficton)

Chapter 5

ASHANTI

It's hot. Too hot. When I peeled my eyes open Harry's head was resting on my chest and his arms were wrapped around me in one big sweaty mess. I squirmed underneath him earning a groan to fall from his lips.

When I moved again and whispered his name he finally moaned, "I'm too hungover, and jet lagged. More sleep."

He tightened his arms around me and I tried to tear them off me, "I need to go to the gym before my rehearsal please let me go."

He huffed and then proceeded to roll off of me and begin snoring again. With only three hours of sleep my eyes burned and my head pounded. Anxiety and jet lag induced exhaustion ran through every fiber in my being as I realized today was the day I would be doing one of my most important performances of my life. I shook away the tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes and pulled on workout clothes and began my circuit.

After yoga, cardio and weight training in the hotel gym I finally went back to the room to hear the shower running. I cracked open the bathroom door and saw Harry's foggy silhouette through the glass.

"Ashanti?" He called out.

"Yeah it's me. Can I come in?"

"Yeah. I'm trying to sober up." He groaned.

I didn't respond but instead peeled my leggings and my sports bra off. I've wanted him since the day I saw him at my show and my time is always limited. I would take all the chances I could get.

I slid open the glass and stepped in behind harry. He turned around, eyes wide and face flushed. His hair was stuck around his face and he looked like a Greek God with the water beading off his skin.

"Hi." He smirked. His hands immediately grabbing my waist.

"Hey." I smiled.

"I'm really sorry about the whole drinking thing. It's something I've struggled with for years. I'm trying to get better I just-"

I interrupted him by standing on my toes and kissing him. My tears mixed with the shower water as he pulled me closer to him and I could finally feel all of him against me. I pulled away slightly and whispered against his lips, "It's okay. We can talk more later. I need this right now. I need a distraction."

I couldn't stop crying. I was so emotional because of my show and because I was sharing such an intimate moment with a man I thought wanted nothing to do with me all week. "I haven't let anyone touch me all week." I sobbed. "I just think of you. I don't want anyone else to touch me like that-"

"Shh baby calm down. If you wanted other people too that's okay. I'm not your boyfriend.  I know you've had sex with other people, it's your body" He kisses me on my nose, then my cheeks and finally my lips. "I got jealous. I don't think any differently of you."

He reached behind him and shut the water off. I was anxious and exhausted. He pulled me out of the steamy shower, grabbing hotel towels and drying his body and then mine. He was gentle, taking time to dry every part of me. He kissed my stomach and my thighs as he dried them off. "You're so beautiful." He muttered against my skin. I was trembling, absolutely overwhelmed by intimacy of it all.

"Harry." I whimpered.

"Tell me what you want." He rasped, as I could tell his patience was running low.

"You. I want you."

And with that he picked me up and took rushed steps to the bed. He gently placed me down and moved his head in between my legs. As his tongue finally touched the place between my legs that had been begging for him this entire week all of my anxiety about the show dissolved.