Harry Styles Preferences

#139 He sings to you in the shower

He strokes you hair feeling your bare wet skin. You sob into his bare chest. He knows that the steam will help clear your face and your air waves. You suck in the air as you hold him tighter. He kiss your hair ignoring the terrible taste of the shampoo. He doesn't want you to think about the hate you have been experiencing. His lips met your lips. Before he begins to sing little things. "You never want to know how much you," He sings the sound echoes though the bathroom as you hiccups subside.
"But you're perfect to me." He finishes before pulling away a bit. He smiles and then, he looks down at that body of yours. "Can I hit that perfect body of yours?" He whispers and you giggle and nod.