RED DRAGON

Towels & Numbers

Abigail

The sun beams through the blinds from my window and hit my face causing me to wake up from my deep slumber. After staring at my ceiling for a couple minutes, I couldn't help but think of last night and what Harry said.

Cause I can have you on your knees with your hair wrapped around my hand instead.

The thought of his words makes me cringe intensely, so much to the point I feel myself get worked up from it, causing me to get up from bed and start my morning routine.

Firstly, I head toward the bathroom to take a quick shower since I didn't last night when I arrived home. I ended up leaving the club early last night since I didn't feel up to the thought of being around Harry, so I told Zara I'd be heading home and if she wanted to come with me. But, she ended up staying.

Zara came home a couple of hours after I left, and I'm sure she brought company with her since I kept hearing her giggle and shushing harshly on her way up the stairs.

I assumed it was a friend she found at the club but was too drunk to drive home, so Zara just brought them with her.

I didn't bother leaving my room to check since I knew she can handle what over was going on.

After showering, I wrapped the towel under my armpits and tied a knot on the front of my chest to prevent it from falling off while I walk around and prepare my things for the day.  I figured since Zara was asleep and her company probably left, I could walk around with the towel being the only thing covering my body.

I sit in front of my vanity, dabbing on the expensive skin care regimens I own, then later applying my makeup- I feel my stomach start to growl. I do the final steps of my makeup routine before heading down the stairs and into the kitchen. But as I turn the corner, I spot a young male, shirtless, scouting out food in the fridge with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I gasp loudly as I stop in my tracks and turn on my heel to head back into my room but I was quickly stopped by the voice I dread the most.

"Would you look at that, the rich baby showers," I can practically feel him smirk at me. Once I figure out who the shirtless man was, I turn back around to face him.

"What are you doing here? And why are you half-naked?" I bombard him with questions, asking them in an annoyed tone.

Harry grins at me before turning back around to face the fridge, leaning down to look for whatever he was looking for. He, then, grabs a green apple and closed the fridge. My eyes were still stuck on him, curious as to what he was going to do next.

He holds the apple in his hand as he walks towards me, nearly inches away, all he did was look at me, examining my body as well as my face.

Clearly, making me uncomfortable, I hug myself since I suddenly feel too exposed.

A moment goes by, he still doesn't answer, so I scoff loudly- clearly giving up on him, but his voice caught me off-guard again.

"You should ask Zara that question," he inquires before bitting into the apple and hops up the stairs.

I stand where he left me, frozen, trying to figure out what he means by that. Slowly but surely, it clicks and I groan in disgust.

"Did you have sex with Zara?"I shout as I jogged up the stairs, holding onto my towel tightly.

I stand in the hallway before noticing the bathroom light was on, immediately I bang on the door knowing it was Harry on the other side of the door.

After hitting the door a couple more times, he finally swings the door open with a stupid smirk on his face I would like to slap off.