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thirty six

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this chapter will be inch resting

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HANA

"Out, get out, no," I kick out at Harry, who is currently trying to rip back the shower curtain and invade my peaceful alone-time, which I do not appreciate in the slightest.

"Come on," he complains, attempting once again, but I grab the edge of the plastic fabric and pull it shut forcefully.

"No. Go away. Out."

"Just let me in."

"Out."

"Fucks sake," he mutters, and I see his silhouette through the translucent curtain, taking a step away but not leaving like I had ordered, simply taking a seat on the closed toilet and sighing.

"Are you gonna just sit there?"

"Mhm. Until you let me get in the stupid shower."

"You're not coming in."

"I—"

"No."

He huffs in irritation, and I hear him pacing around the bathroom as I increase the temperature of the water streaming from the showerhead above me. I push my hair back, applying a generous amount of shampoo whilst absently turning on my feet. I barely have chance to react before the barrier between me and Harry is quickly ripped back, and he's in my fucking shower within a second.

"Ha."

"Get out. Go," I sigh, though I'm secretly hoping he'll stay, and, lucky for me, I know he will.

"Turn around," he orders, and I playfully roll my eyes as I follow his instructions, gasping lightly as he pulls me back against him, his fingers trailing along my spine, his touch so light I barely feel it. Eventually, he reaches my shoulders, his thumbs pressing against and relieving the tension in my muscles, my eyes fluttering closed and lips parting in relaxation. "What's this? Smells like orange," he sniffs my hair with a distasteful scowl on his face.

"Yes, because it's orange scented."

"Wouldn't've guessed."

"Wash my hair," I order, his hands slipping further upwards and burying themselves into my dripping wet hair, full of soapy shampoo. He momentarily hooks one finger underneath my chin, tipping my head back to avoid the suds finding their way into my eyes, which would've resulted in a lot of discomfort and complaints if Harry hadn't been so smart - for once.

"You're bossy today," he whispers in a teasing tone, massaging my scalp and ensuring my hair is properly clean, and I was enjoying it more than I expected. He often washes my hair on the rare occasions we could shower together, as I do for him, but it feels different this time, much more relaxing and almost sending me to sleep. The water pours over me as he washes the shampoo out of my hair and replaces it with a good layer of conditioner, focusing on applying it more to the end of my hair than the roots.

"Just be quiet, baby. You invaded my shower."

"You should be used to it by now," he mutters against my ear, most likely getting the leftover soap from the shampoo on his lips, but he doesn't seem to really mind much.