She wrapped the towel around herself before opening the shower curtain; I froze, my eyes travelling down her body.
"Can you turn on the water?" I asked, my voice deep, raspy.
She froze, her arm reaching across me to turn the water on.
I shook my head. "Cold water.."
She looked down at my pants.
"Definitely cold water." I said smirking. "Unless-"
"Ew." She cut me off, walking over to the door.
I took of my underwear and pants, stepping into the cold stream of water.
"You little fucker." I heard her swear.
I simply just laughed.
Hannah POV
"You little fucker." The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them, my hand gripping the door handle with fury.
I heard his stupid, little fucking laugh bubble from behind the shower curtain.
Sharply, I turned on my heel, gripping the towel tightly- I screamed before whipping back around- I was wrong; he wasn't behind the shower curtain.
"CLOSE THE CURTAIN!" I yelled.
"No." He laughed.
I covered my eyes, my back still to him.
"HARRY YOU ARE FUCKING NAKED-"
"Well obviously Hannah, I am in the shower." He snapped.
"Why'd you lock the door?!" I snapped back, my hands still over your eyes.
"Hannah sit down and wait till I'm finished."
"NO!" I screamed impatiently.
And that's when Harry started to moan- like REALLY moan.
"Ughh," He groaned. "Ugh yes Hannah- ugh, faster, yesssss." He hissed.
I stiffened.
"What the FUCK are you doing-"
"UGGGGGGHHhhhhHHH HANNAH-" He moaned again, thumping the wall loudly.
I paled- Louis was going to think we were legitimately fucking.
"Oh my god.. Harry stop-"
He moaned in response- this time louder.
"STOP! OKAY- OKAY I'M SITTING OH MY FUCKING GOD STOP-"
I quickly ran over to a small bench near the sink, plopping myself down before my hands returned to cover my eyes.
"Look at me." He said, amusement drowning his voice.
At least he stopped fucking moaning though.
"No."
He started a loud moan again-
I snapped my head up to look at his face, catching him in the act of moaning.
The stream of the water had dampened his curls, small beads and droplets of water dripping from them. His eyes were shut, his jaw tense as he moaned, his head thrown back as he made the sound low in the base of his throat.
He stopped, his eyes looking back into mine.
"Fuck you." I spat, narrowing my eyes.
I knew what he was trying to do.
God he is such an asshole- tricking me into admitting the vodka thing, moaning and making me want to fuck him then and there.
And that was the LEAST of what he's done.
He bent down and retrieved a bottle of shampoo, massaging the liquid into his curls. It took every strength of will power in me not to look down.
As his fingers massaged his hair, his eyes bore into mine, never leaving my face. I shifted in the towel slightly, uncomfortable.
"Did you at least get me some clothes?" I broke the silence.
"I'm sure Haley will have some." He said as he began washing the shampoo out.
"How can you do that?" I said curiously.
He laughed. "I can get her too do anything I want her to do."
"Not that." I snapped.
Cocky ass bitch prick, I added subconsciously.
"Do what then?" He said back, his head dipped backwards into the water.
Just focus on his face.
Face.
Face.
Face.
"Have a shower in cold water?"
He laughed. "Cold water is nothing to what I've endured before."
"Oh?" I said, frowning.
He winked at me, shutting off the water.
Holding out his hand, he paused.
And paused.
"Hannah?" He cooed. "Towel love?"
"Oh.. sorry.." I said, turning to get him a towel.
"What are you doing?" He said, amused.
"Looking for a towel." Obviously.
"You're holding one right now-" He pointed out.
No fucking shit.
"Harry-"
"If you can find another towel in this room I'll let you go." He said.
I stopped abruptly, my body tensing. "Let me guess- there's only one towel... isn't there?"
"Yep." He chuckled, popping the 'p' happily.
Oh for fucks sake.
Chapter 16
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