blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 43

"Today was awesome, Park,"

"Thanks for doing it with me," Harry beams kissing my cheek.

Smiling warmly, I grab the jammies from the pile of clothes I purchased for me and Harry while he was out doing God knows what.

"I'm going to shower before we go out tonight," I announce to a closed ear.

With a headset on, console plugged in, and the familiar Fortnite song playing throughout the room I am sure that I've lost Harry.

The water is hard on my skin at first, but once the pressure evens out it actually feels quite nice. I work the Dove body wash into a nice lather and bathe myself in the incredibly light foam.

There is still so much to work between Harry and I. Still so many unanswered questions.

Where was he for the three weeks leading up to his fight with Alex?

Who are his parents and why'd he beat the crap out of his dad?

What was he so remorseful about back in the fitting rooms in Vegas?

Groaning I'm just reminded how little I know about him.

I turn the shower off once I feel like I'm clean and get dressed in the semi-formal wear as requested by Harold.

I slide on the high waisted plaid pants that are tight around my waist and smile when they reach just below my bellybutton. The bottom of the jeans are loose fitting and it feels nice to have some part of me breathe.

"Hey, babe?" I hear Harry call from outside.

Naturally, I've never been a fan of pet names and would always shy away from them. But there's quite seriously something great that happens when Harry addresses me by one. Even his words can elicit a physical reaction from me.

I look down at my arms to see goosebumps and roll my eyes at how easily affected I am by him.

"Yes?" I reply bending down to toss on the  spaghetti-strapped cropped camisole and after that a light, cream colored cardigan.

"Where'd you place the circle glasses we bought at the Ray-Ban store?" I hear his voice increasing and decreasing in loudness as he moves around looking for them.

When I open the bathroom door to help him look for the glasses I can't help but stare at the man before me.

His legs somehow look longer in the grey pleated plaid cropped pants that stop just above his ankles. The black long sleeve, slip over turtle neck he refused to wear at first is tucked in to the pants, giving him a very sophisticated, very slim look.

His signature black watch seems the most fitting in all of this. And his hair!

"You cut your hair?" I yell, just now noticing the lack of locks. How long was I in the shower?

"This is all a bit much, eh?" he questions, looking at me with a worried expression.

I've realized just how much my opinion fashion-wise meant to him today. Whilst we were shopping he was hesitant to pick out anything when I was around and only began to feel comfortable if I slipped out to pee or something.

He honestly looks really adorable, older even?

"No, no. You look great," I say grabbing the vintage black belt off of the bed and head towards Harry to put it on him.

He smiles brightly at me and runs a hand throws his hair, obviously happy at my approval.

Cute.

It's so weird to see him like this: shy and eager to please. He's usually always so sure of himself and his actions. This is most definitely a different change of pace.

"So, you like it? It's not too short," he asks playing with his hair, as I run a finger through the waistband of his pants to see the amount of room he has without the belt.

"It looks great," I start.

"You honestly look like a character out of Vogue."

Humming in agreement he falls silent as I snake the belt through. His hips are nearly nonexistent. He's been working out lately, so his physique has surely become more masculine.

Looping the belt through his belt loops I choose the fourth hole from the top of the belt smiling when it fits snug.

"You're great," Harry whispers from above me.

Cupping my face he pulls me in for a light kiss.

"You're amazing," he continues, dipping in for another.

"You're lovely," he adds on, allowing the kiss to linger this time and I swear I'm winded by this. I'm winded by everything he does! No man should ever have this amount of control over me, but he does. And oddly enough, I'm content with it.

Patting my 'bum' as Harry would say, he ushers me to go finish getting ready and just come back out to help whenever I have time.

"SHOULD I WEAR socks or nah?" He asks me whilst I'm putting on the cross-shaped studs.

"No socks,"

"You have great legs," I say without looking. I'm confident in my knowledge of his body by now.

"Word," he replies and I scrunch my eyebrows confused.

"Where'd you pick that up from?" I swivel around in my chair facing him now.

"You know what," he starts matching my tone.

"I honestly don't know. I-I just kinda heard it somewhere I guess. I like it," he says unbothered.

"Yea, me too. It's very hipster of you," I say chuckling.

"Ha-ha. Let's get going, shall we?" he suggests throwing the keys around his index finger as he reaches for his wallet.