THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Harry is front of me in less than a second while I try to comprehend what o should do now, his eyes travel from my face to the tub full of water before he looks back at me, a smile still present on his lips.

"Taking a bath, I see. I think it means that you're feeling better, yeah?" He asks as his hands come up to cup my neck, his fingers gliding up and down my soapy skin, the feeling is ticklish and weird, but I say nothing. One thing that I have learned about him is that denial to anything he wants to do makes him lose his temper, big time.

"Yes." I say with a nod, my voice hoarse from crying. Maybe I should get used to my voice coming out like this, it's been so long since I actually spoke in my normal voice. Now, it comes out either squeaky or husky, nothing normal left in my life.

I feel Harry's fingers gliding down from my neck to my shoulder and I immediately tense up, mentally screaming at him to not test my limits.

"Relax." This is the only word that comes out of his mouth, fingers massaging my shoulders as he whispers, "Do you want me to wash your hair? I know you love it."

His words immediately bring back the memories of the first time Harry made me have a bath. I was amazed by how gently he washed my hair, how much his gentleness contrast with his angry, psychotic behaviour. It makes sense now though, he did it because Stella loved getting her hair washed by him.

I'm not sure how long I remain lost in my thoughts but it's long enough to make Harry groan in impatience at the lack of my response before saying,"I don't have all day, someone's waiting for us downstairs." Then without waiting for another second, he takes ahold of my forearm and walks towards the bath tub, I follow him quietly, knowing that him washing my hair is a far more better option than him staring at my naked body or touching it.

I climb into the tub, resting my head against it's edge while Harry grabs the bottle of shampoo, squirting some of it on the his palm before rubbing his hands together and bringing them to my head. His fingers massage every inch of my scalp slowly and I close my eyes at how heavenly and soothing it feels. It like there's a magic in his fingers, making all my worries go away.

"You know," Harry's says lowly, pausing for a second as he applies a little pressure on my scalp and I control the moan begging to be released from my throat, focusing on what Harry's saying " I actually came to the room to inform you that food's ready but here I am washing my lovely girlfriend's hair." Harry finishes with a small chuckle, the adoration in his voice when he says 'lovely girlfriend' makes me feel bad for the poor guy, what the heck did he do to go through all this shit?

"All done." Harry says after a while as he pours water over my head and washes away the shampoo. I let out a small sigh when he remove his fingers from my hair, not happy that the good time is over already. "I'm going to the living room now, be there as soon as you're done." With that, he presses a kiss to my temple and stands up, going over to the basin he washes his hand before drying them off with the white towel.

His eyes snap in my direction once he's done and I immediately avert my gaze towards the wall in front of me, hoping he didn't caught me staring.

"Your clothes and all other stuff is still where you left them, just thought I should tell you." Harry says and I'm left thinking where the hell was it before Stella left. Oh well, seems like i will have to do some exploring.

"Okay." I say quietly and Harry turns around towards the door, he's turning the knob when I decide that I should thank him for washing my hair.

"Hey Harry." I call out and he stops what he's doing, lookin over his shoulder in my direction. "Thank you for you know... washing my hair." And this time my voice is squeaky and high pitched, making me want to roll my eyes. Harry turns around to face me fully, smiling widely, he strides towards me and lowers himself, pecking my lips lightly before moving away.