Kiwi | Harry Styles

Twenty-Eight

Jessi

"Baby, why did you run off earlier?" Harry asked as we were waiting our turn to use the shower. We'd just finished our paint fight, it was so much fun but we'd all been shepherded into this room to contain the mess. Harry and I were the only ones left. We'd stripped down to our underwear, our paint covered clothes in a pile on the floor.

"Uhm - I - there was a leak," I was struggling with how to explain it, my cheeks turned red.

"You pee'd?" His eyes widened.

"No, you idiot!" I said swatting his chest.

"Well, what then?" He said before a smirk spread over his face. "You had essence of Harry running down your legs!" He ran his finger down my throat to my cleavage but I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

"What?" he smirked, hooking his finger on my bra and pulling me towards him.

"Essence of Harry. You should sell that. I'd buy it." I giggled. His eyebrows raised as I realised what I'd said.

"Baby, I can cover you in essence of Harry anytime you'd like," He growled. My sides were hurting from laughing.

"Please stop saying that. Although it would go rather well with what I had planned for later." I grinned.

"Mmm... what do you have planned for later, my little weirdo with five colours in her hair?" He whispered in my ear, running his hands through my paint covered hair. His McFly reference got me all hot and bothered.

"I used to have a lip ring." I confessed even although it had nothing to do with what he asked but it was a lyric in the song he'd quoted.

"You did? Is that in your fantasy for later?" He asked running his thumb over my lips.

"No. The girl in the song you quoted has a lip ring -"

"Phew. I love these perfect lips so much, I don't think I'd like a lip ring in the way." He gently kissed my lips.

"What can I say? I was 17 and thought it was pretty badass," I smiled, I was forever catching it on things, it tasted of metal, it was always cold. It lasted a little over a week before I took it out. Even although I had multiple ear piercings, I never really warmed to any other type of piercings. I didn't especially like them on guys either. I'd dated a guy with multiple piercings once, nipples and cock included, he tasted like the tin man. I shuddered at the memory.

"Are you cold, baby? And you're still pretty badass." He smiled, holding me close. I felt guilty that my mind had drifted to that memory, even although it wasn't a pleasant one. Metal man was the kind of man I felt I deserved, cold and uncaring, rough and dominating both in and out of the bedroom. He didn't love me and I didn't love him. I was broken, lost, unlovable, incapable of loving, drifting from one broken soul to the next. I enjoyed sex a lot, but I never really enjoyed the relationship part until Harry. Harry who was too good for this world, nevermind how completely out of my league he was. I fell for him like the sun falls for the moon every night. I still lie in bed at night, gazing at him in wonder, overcome with how much I feel for him. He'd blasted away the walls I'd built as if they were made of sand.

"Harry, why do you love me?" I whimpered, my mind racing with reasons why I didn't deserve him. It was a question I'd often ask myself, coming up with no good answer.

"Jessi, are you serious?" He said, stepping back so he could look at me. There was an aching in my chest and his eyes filled with sadness and worry as a few tears rolled down my cheeks. His thumbs softly brushed my cheeks as he swiped away the tears.

"Shower's free!" Louis knocked on the door. I hid myself in Harry's body in case Louis came in but he didn't.

"Come on!" Harry said, taking my hand and pulling me into the other room. I quickly discarded my underwear and climbed into the shower, slamming my hand into the power button. I tilted my now tear-stained face up into the hot water, praying it could wash away the hurt of Harry not being able to answer my question. I jumped as Harry thumped the power button, cutting off the shower.