Care for me (L. S.)

9

Friday the 18th of September | Harry

The skype call with Nory was a gift from heaven.

Harry locked himself in the bathroom to get ready.

He took his clothes off and went into the shower. The hot water burned on his skin, streaming down his body and filling him up with an overwhelming heat. He quickly washed himself with some pomegranate shower gel.

The soap washed away in the drain as he put his head down, letting the water drain every curl on his head. He felt his hair getting so wet that his curls straightened with the weight of the water, sticking to his head and neck.

He stood there for a few minutes, feeling every nerve of his body become one with the water. He had always loved taking showers. Once for halloween, he went dressed as a mermaid. His tail was a green garbage bag and he had a cardboard starfish in his hair. There was this one picture his dad had taken of him, where he was holding a sardine, pinching his nose in disgust with his other hand. It was his mum's favourite picture of him, and it still sat on her night table.

When he finally turned the shower off, the amount of steam in the bathroom was insane.

He wiped the mirror with his hand, it evaporated immediately.

He took a fresh towel and dabbed it on his face. He couldn't stand it when his face was wet but his body was dry, so that was always the first thing he dried when he stepped out of the shower.

He dried the rest of his body, and slipped on the clothes Eleanor had picked out for him. After that he decided to add some mascara and eyeliner to his sparkling green eyes. It was a party so he could be extra, right? And he was ready to go.

He was almost out the door when he heard his mother calling him: "Harry, is that you?"

"Yes mum. Just leaving for the party!"

"Oh, right! At Zayn's?"

"Yes mum, as always."

"Come here for a second, I want to talk to you." Harry internally groaned, but obeyed.

His mother was in the living room, ironing some clothes. She put the iron down.

"Don't stay out too late, okay? Curfew is at–Oh!"

She blinked her eyes in disbelief.

Harry watched her being speechless; struggling to find the right words.

"You look...breath-taking!"

She came from behind her ironing board to take a better look at him.

"Now I think you should definitely take me shopping sometime."

"I love you mum."

"Love you too, Harry. So much."

She patted his shoulder lightly, scared to ruin his hair by tossing it.

"You should go now. Don't want to be tardy, do we?! Nobody likes tardy people."

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Two hours later Harry was having the time of his life. That kind of made sense, considering he lost count of the amount of drinks he had consumed.

He took his crop top off, careful not to smear it with make-up.

"C'mon Harry!"

He didn't recognize the girl on the other side of the pool, shouting encouragements.

He took his sneakers off and also his jeans.

"Jump! Jump! Jump!" The girl was joined by a few of her friends, all of them pushing him to take a plunge.