Mind Games

Chapter 4

We woke up a few hours later to Harry’s ringtone. I heard him grunt and chuck his phone to the end of the bed. 

“Babe” I said with my eyes closed.

No response. I turned over lightly to see his lips slightly parted and his eye brows a bit furrowed. I giggled at how adorable he looked as the phone rang again. I lightly nudged his shoulder “Babe it could be important, answer it. I don't think they would call twice for nothing.”

He opened his eyes ,with another loud grunt escaping his mouth.

“Ok fine.” he gave in.

He kicked off the sheets, kicking his phone across the room on accident.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck” he complained and I can’t help but laugh. 

He dragged his feet across the floor of our room and finally picked up the phone.

“Zayn man, what’s up?” he looks over in my direction, me still laughing hysterically into the pillow. 

“Brooklyn you still want to go shopping with Perrie?” 

“Oh I almost forgot ! Tell her yes, I’ll be ready in 5.” I begin to kick my way out of the sheets and    make my way to the bathroom to turn on the shower head. 

“She says she’ll be ready in 5 but we both know that means half an hour in girl. We’ll meet you at your flat with the car in 45 or so?” I hear him say into the phone.

His steps grow closer to the bathroom. As he opens the door he says “Oh I um, sorry.” he closes the door quickly when he walks in on me pants-less taking off my bra. 

“Harry ! I don’t care it’s you for Christ’s sake !” I remind him. 

“Oh right sorry, just a habit I guess.” he blushes, walking into the bathroom again. 

I step into the shower letting the warm water travel down my skin as I run my fingers through my hair. 

“You know I may need to get a curtain for the shower, this whole glass door thing is a bit of a distraction” Harry smiles.

“Perv !” I laugh 

“And how am I a perv? It’s not my fault my girlfriend is beautiful. 

He now stands in front of the glass door and pulls it open, catching me off guard causing me to lightly scream.

“Harry !” I try to cover my bare body. Not like it makes a difference because, hello, glass door. 

He leans forward and sets his cold hands on the sides of my ribs, sliding them down to my hips.

“Nothing I've never seen before. I mean really look at these curves.” He tickles me and I scream again, grabbing both his wrists and pulling him towards the shower head. 

“Don’t you dare, this is my favorite shirt.” his eyes nervous but his lips in a smile. 

“You mean this black v-neck?” I say, tugging at the collar. “Shall we remember the 2 drawers filled with black and white v-necks underneath the bed?” I sarcastically remind him, pulling him under the shower.

“Can’t believe you just did that.” 

Now looking into my eyes, lightly removing a strand of wet hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. I loved when he moved my hair from my face. I don't know if he knows but whenever he does that I feel full. I fall into an instant trance and his green eyes don't help. His pupils get slightly larger and his stare becomes intense. I could stay like this forever. But it’s not going to be like this forever. Tomorrow we’ll be back in the U.S and he's going to be so busy. All this won't be at leisure anymore.