Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 44

We are back to this. Harry has been  quite distant not physically though. He's always twirling my hair around his finger, always pulling me to sit on his lap but he stays quiet, sometimes saying few little things but that's it. He also keeps asking if I trust him, making sure I still have trust in him. Something is fishy here I just don't know what it is.

"Babe?", I hear him call from the shower. Babe. That word leaving his lips gives me shivers every time. "Could you bring me my shampoo? I think it's on the sofa", He yells again.

"Sure, in a  minute!", I yell back at him and walk to the couch, taking the bottle of shampoo in my hands and heading over to the bathroom. I open the door and feel my eyes widen as I see Harry standing completely naked in front of me, his back facing me. Oh my God!

"What?", he asks and looks back at me over his shoulder. Did I say that out loud?

"N-nothing", I mutter as he turns around. "No! No don't", I yell and cover my eyes. Harry chuckles. He moves his hands on mine and pulls them away. I still keep my eyes closed. "No, I am not going to open my eyes before you've covered up your... you know"

"Fine", he sighs, letting out a light laugh. "All done"

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"You can feel it, if you'd like"

"I want to hit you so bad but I'm afraid I'll miss and break something"

"I'm all covered up, don't worry", he says and moves his hands on my waist. I move his hands away.

"It's not going to fall off just open your damn eyes", he laughs and wraps his arms around my waist again.

I decide not to fight against it and just open my eyes. I feel my breath hitch in my throat at the sight of him. Shirtless, a towel wrapped around his hips, very, very low.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer", he smirks.

Those were one of the first things he said to me when we met. When we didn't really know each other. When we... didn't really like each other to put it nicely. 

I hadn't noticed that I had been running my hands up and down his chest before he breathed in sharply and tightened his grip on my waist. "Have I ever told you that I really like your tattoos?"

"Yes but you can tell me that again", Harry smiles, looking down at my hands, still running up and down his chest. Stop it Sydney. "What's your favourite one?", he asks and I look up at him again, with a raised brow. He nods as if telling me to think about it and answer him. And so I start looking all over his upper body, taking his arm in my hands, tracing over the tattoos and starting to "search" for my favourite.

"I'd have to choose...", I start and purse my lips, thinking carefully. I stop my hands on his stomach and look up at him. "the butterfly"

"The butterfly? Are you sure?", he asks, surprised by my answer. I nod and he continues. "Really?"

"Yeah? Is it so hard to believe?"

"Yes"

"Why?"

He sighs. "It was actually... A drunken mistake. I was well, fooling around and then this one girl said it would be funny if I got a butterfly tattoo and the drunk Harry thought it was a great idea", I can't help but smile at "drunk Harry". I don't know why but I find it very cute. "So that's how I got it. I was actually very unsure about that at first but then I realized that I didn't care. I'm just glad that someone else likes it too", he smiles at me and wraps his arms around my waist. 

"Do you like it?"

"I do now"

"Did you like it before?"