"Is something wrong?" I ask him. He shakes his head in response but doesn't say anything. Is he really pouting like a child because I won't take a shower with him? I almost want to tell him to join me, but I want him to get the point that he can't just get his way all the time. His head disappears from the shower and I hear him sit down on the toilet.
The shampoo and body wash are both strong musky scents, I miss my vanilla shampoo but this is fine for one night. It probably would have made more sense for Harry to stay with me in my room, but Steph would be in there and it would be awkward to explain everything and I don't imagine Harry would be as affectionate if she was around. The thought bothers me but I push it back.
"Could you hand me a towel?" I ask him and shut off the water. "Or two, if you have enough." I like to have one for my hair and one for my body.
His hand pushes through the curtain holding two towels, I thank him and he mutters something that I don't understand.
He pulls his jeans down as I dry off and turns the water back on. I can't help but stare at his naked body as he gets into the shower. I should have taken one with him, not because he is pouting, but because I really want to.
"I'm going to go back to your room." I tell him. He is ignoring me anyway.
He jerks the curtain back, causing the rings to scrape against the rod. "No, you're not."
"What is your problem?" I snap. He is annoying me now.
"Nothing, you're just not going back by yourself. There are thirty guys living here, you don't need to be wandering the halls."
"There is something else, you have been pouting since I said you couldn't take a shower with me."
"Tell me why or I will go out there in this towel." I threaten, knowing I would never actually do it. His eyes narrow and he reaches out for my arm to stop me, splashing water on the floor.
"I just don't like being told no." His voice is low but much softer than it was moments ago.
I imagine that when it comes to girls Harry hardly, if ever, hears the word no. My mind tells me to tell him to get used to it, but I haven't told him no until this point either. As soon as he touches me, I do whatever he wants.
"Well, I am not like the other girls Harry." I snap. My jealousy surpassing my annoyance towards him.
A small smile plays on his lips as the water runs over his face. "I know, Tess. I know." He closes the curtain and I pull my clothes on and he turns the water off.
"You can wear some of my clothes to bed." He tells me and I nod. I barely hear him because I am too focused on his glistening body in front of me. He rubs the towel against his hair, leaving it sticking up all over his head, then wraps the towel around his waist. The white towel hangs so low on his hips, he looks like pure sex. It feels like the temperature in the bathroom has raised twenty degrees. He bends down and opens the cabinet, pulling out a hairbrush and places it into my hand.
"Come." he says and I shake my head, trying to clear the dirty thoughts from my mind. We walk down the hall and turn the corner as a tall blonde guy almost runs into me.. I look up at his face and my bones chill.
"Haven't seen you in a while." he purrs and I feel nauseous.
"Harry." I squeak and he turns around, it takes him only a moment to remember this is the same guy who tried to make a move on me before.
"Get away from her Neil." he snaps and Neil pales. He must not have seen Harry before he turned the corner.
"My bad Styles" Neil says and walks away.
YOU ARE READING
Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Harry, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her...