It's Complicated... - H.S

Chapter 8: Fallin' for You.

A/N: Goldie for later in the chapter!!!

    I put Harry's sweatshirt on my bed, keeping my tank top on for now, and walking from the bedroom. Harry is in the bathroom, running a bath. I am currently at the door, getting the pizza from the delivery man, and moving from the door, back to the way I came from. I walk into the bathroom, pizza in hand. He takes it from my hands and turns the water off with his other hand. He sets the pizza on the counter as I move to take my necklace off. I feel his fingers where mine are, and I move them away, looking in the mirror as his fingers graze the back of my neck.

    "You said a bath for us... meaning both of us... no offense, but don't you think it's odd to bathe with your friends?" I ask while staring at him through the mirror. He keeps his hands on my shoulders as he stares at me.

    "Baths can be very platonic Goldie." He looks down at me, and he takes the strap of my tank top, moving it from my shoulder. I watch him from the mirror, and he looks down to me. I look to the side, looking at his finger as it draws over the length of my shoulder, my breath shakes as I breathe in, and I hope he doesn't notice it.

He stops his fingers and places his hand on top of my bare shoulder, squeezing. "Especially if we wear bathing suits..." He tells me, and I watch him as he stands in the doorway. I decide on a whim, and pull the hem of my tank top over my head revealing the black lace bra, and I unbutton my pants as well. "Hey, hey what are you doing?" He asks, and I smirk as I roll my jeans to my ankles.

    "It's the same as a bathing suit." I shrug, kicking my jeans off, and grabbing the box of pizza to bring with me.

    "Your bathing suits don't normally go straight up your ass like that does." He brings his eyes from my butt and back to face, causing a smirk on my lips.

    "It's called a thong, and I'm glad to know you're staring at my ass... Are you getting in or are you going to leave me to do it by myself?" I ask, the flirt floating in my voice. He watches me as I lean forward, throwing my hair on top of my head.

    "You're an awful influence you know?" He asks me, and he pulls his shirt, tugging at the ends.

    "The first time I got you naked did not look like this in my mind." I mumble, and he cocks his head.

    "In your head?" He asks, and I panic.

    "Getting someone naked, like getting... nevermind." I stop myself, and he laughs, but I turn away before I can see him pull his jeans, my mouth practically already watering as I see his bare chest, the tattoos on his arms... I feel the burn of the hot water, as I sink in slowly, feeling my skin get used to the warmth as I sit at the bottom of the tub.

I lean my head back, and close my eyes, the bubbles in the bath rising, and within seconds I hear the water break, and I feel a body next to me. My feet are next to his head, and we're on opposite ends of the tub from where we sit. I reach over the edge of the tub, and take a slice of pizza from the box, and Harry looks to me.

    "Better?" He asks, and I shrug.

    "Decently." I mumble, and he thins his eyes at me.

    "Still stressed?" He asks, and I sink a bit in the tub.

    "Decently.." I mumble again, and he reaches in the tub, taking my foot in his hand, pulling it to his chest, moving his fingers together, massaging, and my eyes close. What in the world did I do to deserve this? Not a thing, but I take it all in.

    "Just let it go Goldie." He mumbles, talking about my stress, and I know I should but I can't help myself. I sit up, taking my foot away.

    "Do you think I'm boring?" I ask, and he opens his eyes.