Lol shes so cute^
I stubbed my toe on the way out of my room on a Saturday morning- great start to the day.
I felt as if I was inside a rocking boat as I clumsily stumbled forward and hit Harry's door by accident, my fragile hands slapping the cold wood.
"Come in." His stern voice spoke.
I awkwardly scratched my elbow in nervousness and slowly pressed my warm cheek against the wood. "O-Oh, no- I-I didn't mean to knock."
"Come in anyways." He murmured breathlessly.
I shakily slid like Bambi as I tripped into his room, my feet by his as he was oddly on the floor, drenched in sweat. Oh, wait- he was doing situps. My wary eyes widened in surprise as I noticed he was only wearing a black sleeveless top and boxers, making me quiver silently as I attempted to leave.
"Harley, don't go. I'm just... Sorry." He mumbled and stretched his toned muscles before raising to his feet. His arm rose to scratch the back of his broad back rougly, making me squint worriedly at the sight of his arm pit hair.
"What's wrong?" He murmured in curiosity. "Why are you making that face?"
I gulped nervously and shrugged my weak shoulders mindlessly. "I can see your... Under arm hair."
He smirked to himself and lowered them beside him securely. "So? Everyone grows under arm hair. I didn't know I had to hide it."
"I don't grow under arm hair." I raised an eyebrow. I've never grown arm pit hair.
"What? You don't grow arm pit hair?" He snickered slightly as the embarrassing conversation went further. "That's fortunate- but not normal. Maybe you haven't hit puberty yet."
"I'm eighteen," I panicked. "Is something wrong with me?"
He furrowed his eyebrows in thought as he slowly tilted his head to the side. "You grow leg hair?"
I took a long pause. "Yes."
"Pubic hair?" He inquired.
I went to speak but instantly shut my mouth suddenly, my eyes widening as my anxious lips tried to part. "Uh- t-that is very private information."
"So, that's a yes," He flared his nostrils and rolled his emerald eyes. "Don't feel embarrassed, Harley- I'd be worried if you didn't have pubic hair."
I crossed my frail arms insecurely as he eyed me up and down like a piece of meat, his stare wandering. "I want to talk to you."
"Well, I'm right here." I whispered innocently.
"You are," he mused, his eyebrows raising. "Remember last week when we talked about... that thing?"
"We talk about many things." I answered thruthfully, causing him to playfully grin at my cluelessness.
"You talked about wanting to get friends. And then I talked also." He subliminally spoke, the subtle mention of his intentions becoming crystal clear.
"Oh, your family." I realised and nodded along. "What about them?"
He inhaled and awkwardly glanced to the side, his fingertips tracing his sharp jaw line. "You said you would help me... you know, contact them."
"I see," I observed. "You don't know how to contact them?"
"Well, I know how," He scowled to himself before scratching his elbow to distract himself from lack of body language. "I just don't know what to say."
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.