psycho-logy//Harry Styles

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LEXI

I hated looking vulnerable and weak in front of other people. I wanted people to know I was strong, but what Harry uncovered... I couldn't help but freak out a little.

It's Thursday now and I was in the steamy shower, washing myself so I didn't smell homeless for Harry. Or for anyone at that point. I turned off the warm water and wrapped the fluffy white towel around my petite, wet body. I lightly hummed as I walked over to my drawer and grabbed a Victoria Secret thong and a nude c cup bra. The towel dropped effortlessly to the carpet as I put on my undergarments. I skipped over to my closet and walked in, I ended up throwing on a black and white striped shift dress, knee high white socks, brown boots, and a thick pink necklace. I grabbed my purse that I couldn't live without and made on last trip to the bathroom where I put my long, thick brown hair in a sock bun. I put on my regular, natural looking make up but added nude lipstick that I had failed to use ever since I got it... 5 months ago. I strutted out to my car and got in, feeling the warm leather seat on some if my bare skin.

In what felt like a few minutes, I was knocking on Harry's hotel room door. I heard a quiet shuffle and then his footsteps coming to the door. He unlocked it and hesitantly opened it. He saw it was me and instantly opened the door wider revealing him shirtless, his jeans hung low allowing his Hollister boxers to show.

"Uh hi Harry." I put on a little smile bringing my eyes to his. His eyes had a glint of amusement in them as he obviously saw me looking at his toned body.

"Hi Lexi." His voice haunted me. The way it was so quiet but powerful at the same time. I looked at my feet then back up, he was watching my every move.

"May I come in?" I asked trying to sound brave. He stepped the the side, signaling me to come in. I nodded my head and lightly brushed past him. I set my purse down on the counter and stood there, waiting for him to come in again. When he finally did he had a long sleeve grey t-shirt in his hand. I looked at the shirt in curiosity and my eyes traveled up his arm. My breath hitched when I saw skinny scars, raking his wrists and forearm.

"Harry." I said bringing my crystal blue eyes to his piercing green eyes. Ge titled his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?" I walked over and grabbed his arm.

"Why did you do this..." I asked him, tracing the cuts with my tiny finger.

"I'm sorry." He cried out. Then I did something I never thought I would do. I brought Harry's arm up to my fave and let my plump lips kiss all over the cuts. I could feel his stare as I kissed his scared skin. When I was down I looked up at him. He really was beautiful, a year was trailing down his perfect skin as his bottom lip quivered.

"Shhh." I comforted him, rubbing his muscular torso. He looked at me with that blank expression and parted his pink lips.

"No one has ever been this kind to m-me." He chocked. All I did was give him a reassuring smile.

"Can I uh... hug y-you?" He said as if he was gonna throw up from fear. My breath hitched as I realized what happened last time. I pushed deep down and nodded at him.

"Yes." Harry slowly wrapped his arms around my little waist and pulled me closer. I went on my tip toes and rested my head on his warm chest as my arms draped over his shoulders. We say there for about a minute when he broke the oddly comfortable silence.

"I've never been hugged." He whispered. At his words I tightened my grip and rested my forehead on his.

"Me either."