Mafia Flower // Harry Styles

11

Cherry Blossoms and neon lights painted Tokyo like a beautiful painting. The hotel we checked into was sleek and modern.

The friendly receptionist typed on her keyboard and informed us, "I'm sorry, sir. We're all booked. We only have one room with one bed. Is that OK?"

It dawned on me that we would have to share a bed. It's not like we hadn't shared a bed before. It's just that I knew my heart would be jumping all night like an athlete training for the olympics.

Harry dropped a stack of cash on the counter and the woman seemed confused or suspicious but she placed the money in the register anyway. She slid the keycard across the counter to him and we left to find the room.

When we entered the room it smelled like flowers and cleaner. Harry scrunched his nose at the smell.

Sluggish and tired from travel, I flopped onto the plush white bed. I immediately snatched the complimemtary chocolate on the pillow and popped it into my mouth. I rolled onto my side and eyed Harry removing his jacket and setting his wallet on the table. There had been an awkward silence between us since that night. Neither of us wanted to talk about it.

"We need to find a man." Harry noticed how exhausted I was and continued, "I suppose we'll try tomorrow." His own voice was raspy and tired.

He faced the window with his hands in pockets, staring out at the city lights that reminded me of New York.

I hummed as I chewed on the sugary goodness. "Please and thank you." "I'm exhausted," I sighed.

"I stole your chocolate," I said randomly, teasing him like a child.

Harry shook his head and chuckled. The lights lit up his toothy grin and smiley eyes.

He rubbed his face and said sarcastically, "Oh no, whatever will I do?"

"Oh, well. I guess you"ll just have to find another way to get dopamine," I said playfully with a smirk.

He turned towards me and strided to the edge of the bed. He bent forward and place his large hands on both sides of me like a predator hunting prey. He leaned forward so his face was inches from mine causing my heart to jump. He smelled like cologne and minty gum.

"Oh, kitten. I don't need chocolate to get dopamine," he muttered, lowly. He pulled away and placed his head on his heart. A smirk pulled at his lips before he sauntered to the bathroom.

I checked the time on the clock. In big red numbers the clock read 12:15 AM. I lied on the bed, lethargic, and surfing channels on the TV. I wanted to shower but Harry was taking sweet time. How long was he going to take? What is he doing in there?

12:30 AM

He left the bathroom open. I could see his clothes in a mess on the tiled floor. I could feel the steam from the hot water on my skin as I approached the bathroom.

"Hurry up. I wanna shower too," my voice echoed off the walls.

"I'm sorry, love," Harry's voice deep, british voice echoed off the walls of the white bathroom. "You can join me if you want," his voice rasped, sexy and deep. The mention of it made my abdomen swirl with warmth.

"It'll save time and water," he tried to convince me.

I peeked into the bathroom. The steam rolled around like a fog but I could still see him. He was only censored by the steam on the glass. I squeaked, covering my eyes.

"Are you sure?" I asked, a nervous smile on my face with my hands covering my eyes.

He chuckled and reassured me, "Don't worry, Princess. I won't try anything."

I didn't know how I felt about the sudden nicknames he was giving me. Usually, I would threaten to slap a man if he called me 'kitten' or 'princess.' With Harry, it was an exception because of how he made it sound endearing and protective.

I removed my clothing at a slow pace. I crept into the bathroom like a feline stalking prey. I opened the shower door and I stepped into the shower. I stared in awe at the water cascading down his chisled face and body.

He suddenly murmured, " 'M not going to hurt you."

"I know."

I pumped shampoo into my hand and began to work it into my hair.

Harry turned around and his eyes immediately began to travel down but he quickly averted his eyes up. His face was apologetic and he offered to help wash my hair. His long fingers ran through the long strands.

"Do you ever get scared?" he suddenly asked, softly. I could tell he was curious. His snake eyes studied my face and some of my body as if it was the last time he's ever see it.

"Sometimes," I responded.

No one had ever asked me that before. The truth is I'm on edge all the time but I don't want to show weakness. I wanted to appear strong like my parents taught me.

I decided to tell the truth, "Actually, I'm scared sh*tles all the time. I try to pretend like I'm not bothered but I am."

Then, he suddenly wrapped his strong arms around me and I leaned my head against his chest. The tears falling from my eyes were camoflauged by the shower water.

"You don't need to be scared with me. I'll protect you," he he murmured gently into my ear.

I pulled away slowly to gaze at his statuesque face. Mesmorized by lips, I leaned in to kiss them. A feeling of love and passion swirled inside me. His hands gently carassed my waist causing goosebumps even under hot water. I pulled away and rested my head on his chest.

"Do you ever get scared," I asked with a trembling voice.

Harry hummed in thought. "It was installed upon me as a young boy to never be scared. So, no. I am not."

"Really? Never?" I questioned.

"Fear does nothing. It's pointless."

I hummed in thought as I traced his tattoos with dainty fingers.

"I think fear saves us from danger."

"Sometimes you need danger to live."

We finished showering and I slipped on my pajamas. I crawled into bed, lazily. Harry was in only a shirt and boxers. His face was adorabley serious as he slept. His brows knitted together into a frown with pouty lips. A warm feeling of happiness swirled around my tummy. I cuddled up next to him and swiftly fell asleep.

Tomorrow we would find the man who will trade us a weapon that would hopefully end this game.