Harry
I trailed my finger lightly and slowly across her arm, watching her shoulders rise and fall with each breath she took. We’ve been like this for about half an hour now and if it were up to me, we’d be here all night long but the circumstances couldn’t allow such a thing.
Not when you were Harry Styles. A member of One Direction.
I didn’t want to wake her up just because she looked so adorable while sleeping; with her mouth in a pout and her nose moving here and there, but I shook her lightly anyway s and watched as she stirred and tilted her head up to look up at me.
“Let’s get you out yeah?” She nodded and pulled away from me, the warmth of her body no longer on my skin. Her hands flew to her breasts in an attempt to cover up even though she was barely covering the half of it.
“I won’t look.” I bit my lip and looked away, giving her time to step out of the tub and wrap a towel around her. Once she was covered up, it was my time to step out of the bathtub. I grabbed a white towel from the hanger and loosely wrapped it around my waist. She was leaning against the door, her towel wrapped around her shoulders.
I made my way towards and caressed her arm, goosebumps appearing where my fingers had been. I didn’t know if it was because of the cold or my touch but either way, I pulled her into me and made circles with my hand on her back.
“I don’t want to sleep alone tonight,” she spoke softly.
I pulled my head back and took in her facial expression. I wanted to make sure she wanted this because I sure as hell wanted it. I pushed her wet hair from her face and kissed her cheeks softly, moving down to her jaw and chin. She exhaled softly as she craned her neck to give me more access.
I pulled back and took her hand in mine. I pulled her away from the door so I could open it and proceeded leading her to her bedroom. Once we were inside, I closed the door and joined her on the edge of her bed.
“Do you need to change?” I asked.
She nodded her head and I got up, kissed her forehead and stepped out of her bedroom to give her some privacy. I plopped down on the couch and looked around for the remote. Leaning over, I grabbed it, from its spot on the coffee table, and flicked on the television. I lazily flipped through the channels, my mind elsewhere. If only she knew how much she popped up into my head on a daily basis.
She’d probably think I’m obsessed.
I was about to go check on her when I heard something like a knock on the door. My body froze as my eyes shifted towards Hayden’s bedroom door, wondering if she had heard it and if she was maybe on her way here. But when nothing came from her side, I decided to make my way to the front door and look through the peephole.
Zayn?
What the fuck was Zayn doing in front of Hayden’s door? At two in the morning? I was about to open the door and ask him those exact questions when Hayden, with a black t-shirt and green shorts, came bolting out of her room.
“Who’s that?” She asked quietly. I didn’t say anything, I just clenched and unclenched my jaw repeatedly, my own therapy against the anger that was building up inside of me. Hayden looked through the peephole and backed away from the door. I didn’t miss the alarm that flashed through her nor the panic that crossed her face.
“Harry, I need you to go into my bedroom. Like now.” She pushed me towards her bedroom but I didn’t budge. I didn’t understand why I need to go into hiding right now. Unless she was hiding something from me, something that had to do with Zayn. “I’ll explain everything later, just please Harry. Please.” She grabbed my arm and kissed my cheek softly.
