Knocked Up II. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 16

A week later

Trying to gain back our relationship to the way it used to be hasn't been easy. We have made some exercises that Miranda, my therapist, recommended. Mostly, improving our communication skills that were failing miserably in the past few months.

Mostly, the most important thing is to not keep anything that you feel to yourself and try to understand the other.

So far, it has helped us, fully.

Still, we have decided to take things slow. We haven't had sex, even when we are sleeping in the same bed. We're focusing on other types of intimacy. Spending time together, sharing moments and mostly having long sessions of just talking with each other.

I bought a book about the languages of love and I have been reading it non-stop, I've shared what I have learned with Harry too. Turns out Harry and me have different types of love, the one you wish to receive.

Like, I prefer having him around for support, having him near me it's very important. And him, he is more physical and communicative, he likes a hug equally as an "everything will be okay". Simple things but, once you learned how the other wants to be loved, the relationship starts getting better.

Now, I see him more telling me: "Don't worry, I help" when it comes to chores or Jack, even though Jack prefers me more when it's time to sleep. And now, I express my love through kisses and hugs, and talking to him more.

It also has helped us to understand what the other wants, like giving each other some space even when we spend the whole day together.

Harry is boxing right now, I'm watching him inside the gym while I'm laying down by the pool with Jack in his kid's pool. There's something about watching him exercise, he looks really sexy when he is concentrated.

I start feeling heat up, so I turn my head somewhere else.

After a couple of minutes I stand up, putting on my button up shirt and holding Jack around a towel, he's starting to look like a raisin. I made my way to the kitchen, sitting him down on his chair and getting us both some juice.

"Here you go monkey." I say placing his bottle filled with juice on his table.

I sip mine, it helps me to erase the image of Harry punching that bag from my head. I mean, it's not bad to look at him and find him irresistible, it's a good thing, but it's not what I want to focus right now.

When I finish the juice and wash the cup, I hear steps inside of the house, when I turn around I find Harry walking inside of the kitchen, shirtless.

Oh my.

"Babe. Have you seen my protein powder?" He asks while I look straight at his abs.

After a few seconds of not responding he notices I'm staring at him.

"Do you like what you see, babe?" He says turning to look at me, taking a step front towards me.

I take a step back also, hiding my smile. I really find him attractive.

"You're sweaty." I say, trying to keep him away.

"Mhm. And?" He takes another step, I'm almost caged between the kitchen counter and him. He suddenly grabs my shirt and moves it away, the front of my body exposing.

"And-" I start saying but he then puts his face in the crook of my neck, I sigh closing my eyes, trying not to touch him.

"Tell me what you want, don't keep it from me. Remember?" He says lowly, close to my ear making me feel his hot breath, using Miranda's speech against me. "Tell me."