Hey Angel - Harry Styles Series

I Want Her Gone - Part 43

There was only two weeks left before tour was over and quite frankly you couldn't be happier. You were tired of traveling and just wanted to be in a steady place for more than a few hours or days at a time. You had woken up a bit early, so you decided to jump into the shower. Jackson was with Abby and Hunter, and Ella was fast asleep in her bed and Harry was snoring like crazy. You laugh a bit as you notice they were sleeping in almost the same position.

It was times like this where you would forget that biologically Harry wasn't her father, but she was beginning to act more and more like him everyday. You wish that you could go back in time, somehow meet Harry sooner and create Ella together. You give Ella a kiss on her forehead before walking into the bathroom.

You brush your teeth before turning on the shower and grabbing one of the towel to put on the hook near the shower. You undress, throwing you clothes in the dirty clothes bag to be washed, and get into the shower. You sigh happily as you feel the warmth of the water hitting your skin. You close your eyes, letting the water and steam relax you.

You turn around to face the water, letting it run over your face.

Harry woke up when heard the shower turn on. Normally, he wouldn't want to get up this early, if he didn't have to, but the fact that he was already awake and knowing that you were hot, naked, and wet, only kept him awake even more. He looks over at Ella to see that she's still fast asleep.

He quietly gets up from the bed, opens the bathroom door and undresses himself. He smirks as he walks over to the shower, and opens the door, slowly and quietly.

Your back was turned to him, so you didn't notice him opening the shower door and joining you, until you felt his arms around you, causing you to squeal a bit and turn around.

"What the fuck." you groan. "A little warning would have be nice."

"But where's the fun in that?' he smirks.

"I thought you were sleeping. You were snoring when I got up." You laugh.

"One, I don't snore and two, the sound of the shower woke me up and I tried to go back to sleep anyway, but the thought of you in here, all naked and wet, was causing a little issue to arise." He says.

You roll your eyes. "Only you would get hot and bothered at the thought of me taking a shower."

"If anyone knew how fucking amazing you look naked, they would get just as hot and bothered as I get." He says.

"Hmm. Maybe I should look into doing a nude photoshoot spread for a magazine next." You smirk.

"If you ever did that, I would buy every fucking issue because I don't want other guys wanking to your pictures." He says.

"Ew. You just had to go there. It's not even 6am and you went there." you laugh.

"It's true though." he smirks. "I don't want anyone else thinking or seeing my girl like that. Your naked body is for my eyes only." He says. "Just like mine is for your eyes only."

"You remember that the next time you decide to walk around naked backstage." you smirk.

"That was only a few times." He groans. "And it was hot."

"Yeah, yeah." You laugh.

"Speaking of hot, we're gonna run out of hot water soon." He whispers pulling you closer to him.

"Your point?" You smirk.

"That if you want to have sex right now, we better get to it." He says.

"You're lucky you're good at sex, or else I would continue on with my shower right now." You smirk wrapping your arms around his shoulder.

"You and I both know I'm fantastic at sex." he smirks running his hands over your body.

"Well, are you going to just stand there and talk about how fantastic you are, or are you going to show me?" You say.

He raises his eyebrow at you before pushing you up against the wall of the shower. "Oh, I'm gonna show you." He smirks leaning down to kiss you.

**

Later that day, you, Harry, and Ella were going to go down to the pool. You were getting Ella dressed in her suit, and practically bathing her in sunblock. She was whining and had the biggest pout on her face.

"Oh stop it." You giggle. "If I didn't put this on you, you would be in much more uncomfortable than you are now."

"Trust me Ella, being sunburned is not fun." Harry says walking out of the bathroom.

"Daddy." She whines.

"Ella." He mocks.

She sticks her tongue out at him and he gasps pretending to be hurt. She giggles shaking her head at him.

Just when you all were getting ready to head out, there's a huge, loud knocking on the door.

"Are you expecting someone?" You ask Harry.

"Not that I know of." He says walking over towards the door. He unlocks it and opens it to find a fuming Abby standing there.

"How could you do that!" She screams at him.

"What? Abby, what are you talking about?" Harry asks confused. "What's wrong?"

"You let that... That bitch!" She says pushing her way into the room.

"Abby what the hell." Harry says from behind her.

"You had no right to take pictures with my son, as if you're his mother. News fucking flash, he has a mother and that's me! How dare you even try and act like he's yours and for the whole fucking world to see at that!" She screams. "AND YOU! Who gave you the right to allow OUR son to be thrown into the public eye like that! Remember when we BOTH agreed on keeping him out of the public eye as much as we could!"

"Abby, I didn't mean-" You start to say.

"No! Don't! Just shut your fucking mouth." She says. "I allowed you to be in my son's life and apparently you took advantage of that by trying to be his mother. So, now I don't want you around my son at all and until you figure out how where this bitch is going to stay when its your time to have Jackson, he won't be staying with you." Abby says to Harry.

"Now, hold the fuck up!" Harry says. "He's my son just as much as he's yours! If I want him to be around Y/N and to take pictures, then I'm allowed to have that happen!" Harry says angrily.

Ella starts sniffling, so you quickly take her into the bathroom and shut the door.

"And I'm allowed to say who I want my son around and who I don't want him around!" Abby shouts.

"There just pictures and Y/N never tries to be his mother." Harry says.

"I beg to differ. When I bring Jackson to your room tonight, she better be gone, Harry I mean it." Abby says walking out of the room and slamming the door.