Just Like a Stallion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 22

 My god, who knew orgasms could be so... incredible, overwhelming... unbelievable.

  I stood, eyeing my naked appearance in the well-lit bathroom attached to the bedroom I just had a mind-blowing experience in. Harry had taken the liberty of starting and showing me the ropes of his big fancy shower. These celebrities and their luxuries... I must say, it does look rather inviting, though. Steam commenced filling the room's entirety, engulfing me into a relaxing pleasure, completely satiated.

I felt as though every touch he left on my body was still there, waiting for his return. The fiery essence still present, even after the short aftershocks I had. I smiled at the returning thought of being the one to lick Nutella off of him! Yes, that does sound absolutely delicious. Fun.

At the moment though, all that was on my mind was to get in the shower, get out, go to bed. sounds robotic, but it has been quite an eventful day, let alone evening. Lunch with Zayn and Perrie. Job interview at the gym. Mine and Harry's bet. The other One Direction members joining in. Then, well, tonight with the Nutella... mmmm.

Not to mention seeing Callum and Tylor.... Odd. There is just something off about that Scottish guy. He seems friendly enough. Course Harry says differently, but that's gotta be jealousy? I'm sure Callum has good intentions and treats Tylor right. He deserves as much, he hasn't really settled in a relationship for a while, though he refuses to face such a fact. He's been so damn busy shoving his nose in my love life, it's great to see him so happy, even if it's with Callum...

Oh well, I can always question Tylor on the details later, maybe even introduce him to Harry finally if he's up for it.

Putting my mind to rest for a bit, I went ahead and let Harry's fancy shower work its magic.

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Damn, I gotta get me one of these things, I thought silently to myself as I tried to figure out how to turn off the complicated contraption. Confusing as it was to change temperatures and what not, it still felt otherworldly. Not to mention it's huge too. After several squealing instances on my part due to accidentally altering the water temperature to too hot or too cold, I finally figured it out. 

Sighing in relief, since I didn't want to waste any more water than I probably did, I started heading out. I slid the curtain and-

"AH!" I nearly slipped from startlement upon un-expectantly finding a figure sitting on the counter. It was Harry.

He quickly came over to me by the shower, steadying me and my naked self while trying to contain his laughter.

"Dammit Harry! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" I huffed, shooing his wandering hands away and stepping out onto the soft shower rug.

"Well, at least you didn't fall," he tried to bargain, grabbing a towel off of the shelf above the toilet.

"I almost fell though, and haven't you ever heard of privacy?!" Alright, I was throwing a mini fit now. But my reasons were reasonable complaints.

He didn't respond, just chuckled while eyeing my bare body.

"T-towel? I'm wet," I murmured, sounding like a complete idiot.

He raised his eyebrows in seriousness, "Wet again? Something I should take care of in the bedroom?"

His words confused me for a second until I realized the suggestiveness of them. Oh... well, I mean he is shirtless, looking as though he just got out of the shower himself recently, so I wouldn't be surprised...