You Again [h.s]

12 . Twenty One Questions

"Firstly I must explain the rules." Harry moves his hands from around my waist and I slip down his chest a little due to the water getting more slippery by the minute. I feel alone from the loss of touch of his warm hands around me and the now chilled water that is no longer hot takes his place.

His hands then make their way to my hair, undoing the clip I have it in and letting my medium length hair fall halfway down my back. "I like your hair like this." He whispers into my ear. The raspiness in his voice making the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

"Now, where was I?" He asks, beginning to lace his fingers through my hair and massage my strained scalp due to having it up all day at work in a sophisticated bun and when I got home putting it straight into my tight clip.

"Y-you were ugh." I let out a moan, covering my mouth in shock immediately after I do it.

"I'm glad I can give you the amount of pleasure you give me, Ella." Harry chuckles from behind me. I love the sound of his laugh. It's like music to my ears. I could listen to it all day and never get sick of it. "Do you know what you do to me Ella?"

"Is this the beginning of the game?" I ask, oblivious to the game as Harry has yet to explain the rules to me. This is what happens with us. We always seem to get distracted.

"No." Harry chuckles once again. He seems to be laughing a lot lately. Am I the cause? Do I make Harry happy? "But this Ella." I feel his body raise from the bottom of the bathtub and he lifts his hips up, pressing them harder into my back. I jump a little as I feel Harry's not so little friend pounding against my back. My breathing escalates as Harry lowers himself back down to the bathtub and it's like I've gone for a run the way my body is behaving. I'm so out of breath and I haven't even moved.

"You were explaining the rules." I answer Harry's question from before, trying to get back on topic before I change my mind about not being ready for Harry yet.

"Right. I'm sorry El, I just keep getting distracted."

"Stop procrastinating Harold and explain. This waters getting cold." I shiver at my mention of the water. It really is getting cold now. I'm relying on Harry's body heat and breath as I feel it through my thin hair fanning my back.

"Harold?" He shrieks, removing his hands from my hair and down to my ribcage, picking me up and spinning me around to face him. As I cover my confidential part with my hands, they're soon removed as Harry forcefully pulls my legs around his hip bones and I almost slip as he does so. My hands have no option than to support me from falling into the water. The last thing I need is for my hair to get wet. I can't be bothered blow drying it tonight. I always wash my hair in the mornings.

When Harry looks down at my area, he smirks and licks his lips, moaning so quietly under his breath I barely hear him. "You're so wet for me, Ella. You don't know how bad I want to touch you right now. You're lucky I'm on my best behaviour."

"Harry." I whine, feeling mixed emotions about the way he's making me feel. He's making me feel so good and making me want him so bad, but that's what I don't like. I can't get attached to Harry. I can't get hurt again.

"You don't know how bad I want to hear you scream my name like that over and over, louder and louder."

"Harry please stop." I look away from his eyes and my close my own. My lower region is burning and wet, my stomach is twisting, my breasts are beginning to ache. These things have happened to me rarely. Infact it only happens when I want somebody. I haven't felt this way since him. Since the worst mistake of my life.

"What's wrong baby? Open your eyes." I feel Harry place his hands on my cheeks, massaging them with his thumbs. When I open my eyes they're met soft jade ones. "You have beautiful eyes Ella."