Saving the Hero (a One Direction fanfic)

Worth

Harry’s point of view

I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I have the whole room to myself this time. We didn't need to share on this round. But even if we did, I'd probably be alone anyway. Since Louis was still cooling off.

I sigh at the thought of him. I didn't know whether to feel sorry for him or be mad so I just remain uncertain. I go over to my bags and grab boxers, gray sweat pants, and a white shirt. I put them on and quickly towel dry my hair. I never enjoyed blow dryers. It made my scalp feel like it was burning. So as I get my card key and leave my room my hair is still quite damp.

I take the lift one floor up and head over to Erin's door. I'm about to knock but I'm surprised to find it cracked open the slightest bit. I push it open further and hear her music playing out on speaker.

"Erin?" I call out, entering the room and closing the door behind me. The girl could really be an air head sometimes. The hotel, though guarded because of us, still had fans going about and it was dangerous to leave the door unlocked. Especially because fans knew her now as well.

"Erin?" I call louder when I don't hear a reply as the song playing ends and a new one starts up. In that gap of silence I hear the shower running and I walk to her bathroom door which is also cracked slightly open.

"Erin, you there? Answer me, love," I say and lean towards the door as the intro of the song plays out, its guitar strums soft and enchanting.

"Erin?" I say again, starting to get worried. "You alright?"

I wait for a few moments and when there is still no reply I push the door open and step in. I see her iPhone resting on the counter plugged on to speakers, the mirrors already fogged up with steam and finally my eyes land on her.

The shower is at the corner of the room, two sides in tiles while the other two enclosed by glass and in it I see her seated on the shower floor, her wet hair streaming down her shoulders, still wearing her white top and aqua blue shorts from today when we played paintball. Her legs are folded up, her arms around them and her face buried in her arms.

I hear the words of the song now and recognize it to be 'Poison and Wine by the Civil Wars'. It was the same song a fan had tweeted me to listen to some time ago that I found as I was stalking my own twitter. I gave it a listen and loved it. The fan was right when she linked it to me, I did enjoy the song. It was strange how much they knew me sometimes.

"Erin, are you okay?" I ask, knocking on the glass door. She still doesn't reply so I reach out for a body scrub hanging just by the side of the shower wall and throw it at her. When it hits her shoulder her head snaps up, eyes looking tired and hazy.

"Harry...? What are you doing here?" she asks.

"You left the door of your room open," I answer. "Then you wouldn't answer me so I got worried...you alright?"

"Oh...well um..yeah I am," she replies with a small smile and I chuckle.

"Babe, you're sitting in your shower completely dead to the world still fully dressed. Not exactly seems 'alright' worthy now does it?" I say and she laughs softly.

"I was trying to remove the paint from my hair. It's a bit hard," she tells me and I can tell that there was more to it. I knew that she was worried about Louis but I decided not to say it out loud.

I walk in the shower and stand above her, the water starting to drench my clothes.

"What are you doing?" she asks and I push her shoulder to make her scoot forward. She does so and I sit behind her, my back leaning against the tile wall, the shower above us, her back facing me. I place my legs around hers and start running my hand through her hair.