You Can Call It Love [H.S]

Chapter 7

"In all the good times I find myself longing for change. And in the bad times, I fear myself. I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in. I'll never meet the ground. Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us. We're far from the shallow now." - Shallow Lady Gaga

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Warning! The following couple of chapters will contain DETAILED sexual content! You have been warned. Read at own risk.

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*Alaska's POV*

It was the next morning and I had just gotten out of the shower.

Harry didn't come back to our room last night. Which I was secretly thankful for. I don't think I'm ready to be sleeping near him any time soon. I don't trust him at all, so I won't even be able to close my eyes to TRY and sleep.

I groaned loudly as I realised I'd have to wear yesterday's clothes. So not cool. They where covered in sweat and dirt and tears. A lot of tears.

"You know, I'd rather you make that sound only when I'm on top of you." His voice startled me, making me jump in surprise. I spun around, clinging to the towel around my naked and wet body. Harry was sitting on the bed that I had neatly made just like my mom taught me.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked quickly, glancing at his appearance.

His hair was wet and droplets of water fell down his naked torso. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He was shirtless. And fuck me it was a sight to behold. His upper body was covered in tattoos. It was extremely sexy. I glanced up at the two swallows printed on his chest and I wondered what that would have looked like on a baby.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked, a smirk evident on his plumb lips. My eyes shot up to his and I felt a faint blush creep over my cheeks. I turned my head away from him in an attempt to stop myself from staring. "I uhm... Why are you in here?" I asked again.

He scoffed. "This is my room, Love. I can be here whenever I want." He said, allowing his eyes to travel up and down my body, lingering on my exposed legs. This time he observed me in a perverted way. But I didn't feel repulsed. No.

His stare left a burning feeling on my skin wherever his green eyes would linger. And it made lust pool in the pit of my stomach. I pushed my dirty thoughts out of my mind. I was being crazy. He was a murderer and here I am letting him ogle me out of this towel. "Can you please leave?" I asked nicely.

He chuckled and turned around, his back facing me. "I won't look. I promise." His voice reached my ears softly. He sounded sincere and strangely very kind. I raised and eyebrow and hesitantly turned my back to him as well.

"There is a t-shirt of mine on the dresser with a pair of sweat pants. I thought you might like something else to wear then sweaty clothes from yesterday." He said softly. I glanced back at him, and sure enough he was still facing the opposite side.

"Thank you." I said.

I grabbed the t-shirt and quickly threw it over my body. It hung down to the tops of my thighs, barely covering my ass. I grabbed the sweat pants and when I turned around to put them on comfortably, Harry was staring at me.

I froze.

My breath caught in my throat.

The way his dark eyes were looking at me, made me press my thighs together to relieve some of the tension. I don't know why this was happening to my body. It was reacting with a will of its own. I didn't want to feel this way towards Harry. Not at all.

But oh... the way the vain was popping in his neck as he tried to show some restraint. It was invigorating. He wanted me. I could see it in his eyes. I could see it in the way his fist clenched and unclenched at his side. But most of all, I could see it in the bulge forming steadily in his jeans.

Suddenly, as if snapped out of a trance, Harry stormed out of the room leaving me there breathless and confused. My eyes widened at what just happened. If Harry had touched me... If he had made an advance a few moments ago... I wasn't sure I would be stopping him.

And the strangest thing of all... I wanted him to want me.

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About half an hour later after I've calmed myself down, I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. All of the guys where already sitting around the kitchen counter eating breakfast. "Can I have some more please?" Niall asked loudly, holding his plate out to Harry who was standing behind the stove.

I raised an eyebrow. He cooked?

"Niall, Mate, you've already eaten four plates! Leave some for the rest of us!" Louis complained, stuffing his face with bacon. "Fuck you, I'll eat how much I want." Niall countered. I stood there by the door awkwardly.

All of this was still strange to me. Still new. I was still trying to get used to the idea of living with criminals. Maybe I never will get used to it. But I probably owed it to Harry and myself to try.

Harry turned to place some more bacon on Niall's plate and his eyes found mine. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds. Then he cleared his throat. "Come and eat breakfast, love." He said softly, pointing at the empty chair next to Niall with his spatula.

I smiled tightly and slowly made my way to the seat to sit down. "Top of the mornin' to ya'." Niall said with his thick accent. I raised my eyebrow at him. "You're Scottish right?" I asked. He glared at me. I heard Harry chuckle. "Irish." He corrected with a whisper as he placed some bacon on my plate.

I smiled thankfully at him and popped a delicious piece into my mouth. It was heavenly. I felt the skin of the meat crunch beneath my teeth.

"So, Alaska. I'm going to take you to go get your things tomorrow." Harry said carefully, studying my reaction. Excitement spiked through my veins at the thought of going home. "O-okay." I said happily, a big smile forming on my mouth.

"I want you to know something." He said softly, looking in to my eyes. I nodded and slapped Niall's hand away from my food when he tried to take some. Harry leaned closer to me, supporting his body weight on the counter.

"We're mates. I know we didn't meet under the best of circumstances. But I am willing to try if you are." He said. Sincerity clouded his eyes as he looked right into mine. I was shocked really. He was saying the sweetest thing.

Maybe he was just saying it so I won't try anything tomorrow. Regardless, it was sweet of him. He was right though. We are mates. And if we don't at least try... Then I don't think this will be ending good for either of us.

"Okay. We'll try then." I said, agreeing to his statement.

He gave me a small smile and continued with the food.

"Are you going to eat that?" Niall asked me, receiving a harsh glare. "Touch my food and you die." I threatened. He held his hands up in surrender and thankfully started eating his own food.

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