Harry Styles Shorts and One Shots

Arranged 4

Word Count: 6,800

Lenora

  In the shower, my mind is reeling over everything that transpired between Harry and I today. Him carrying me inside the suite, his flirtatious comments, the way my thighs clenched when he rubbed sunscreen into my back. Maybe it's because I haven't had sex in eight years, but him touching me was incredibly erotic.

I can't believe how disappointed I was when he didn't want me to rub it into his torso, and I felt like an idiot for asking. I tried to play it off like I was just trying to be nice, but really I just wanted to keep touching him.

His back is so fit and toned. I loved the feel of his muscles under my fingers, and the softness of his skin made me tremble. That man has done nothing but tease me all day, and I have loved every single second of it. I really thought that I hated him, but I've come to realize that I've never had more fun with someone than I have with him today.

I know we're in Hawaii and the point of being here is to have fun and relax, but even if we were in the middle of nowhere, I feel like Harry would still have me embarrassingly cackling.

My skin is warm to the touch as I rub body wash into it, and I can tell that I've already got some color in it. You'd think that I'd be darker for someone who's a lifeguard, but we sit in the shade all day. It's not easy to tan there.

I think back to laying on the beach, being perfectly content and warm, also being so close to Harry's toned stomach. Every ounce of me wanted to lick between the muscles there, but I can't. Not only do I barely know the man, but I don't want to have these feelings for someone who I won't see in a year.

Should I let him in to what's on my contract? Maybe I can exclude the part about Sienna, and just add the part where it says a year. He'll know if that'll contradict his, right?

My anxiety causes me to tug on my bottom lip with my teeth, my mind scrambling to try to find a way to go about this without him asking too many questions. I still don't trust him to know about Sienna. I love her too much to risk anybody else trying to threaten me with her.

I turn off the water to the shower once I'm finished, stepping out and wrapping myself with a towel. I quietly leave the bathroom, tiptoeing past a sleeping Harry to get to my suitcase. I pick out something comfortable, figuring that we'll be staying in for the rest of the day until dinner. What do I even wear to dinner?

I go back into the bathroom to change, wrapping my hair up in the towel and heading back to my suitcase, bending down and pulling my clothes out. I start to quietly hang my things in the vast closet, opting for the right side of it. My eyes drift over to Harry who's still in just his swim trunks, spread across the bed and snoring lightly.

His firm chest rises and falls slowly, his skin a bit darker than before. I lick my lips, my eyes running down to the tattoos on the front of his hips, just above the band of his trunks.

God, I'm being creepy.

Turning, I continue to hang up my stuff, doing my best to not stare at him as I do. My eyes land on his suitcases, causing me to smile. I decide that I'll hang his clothes up for him since he's exhausted and has been so kind to me today.

All of his clothes smell amazing. It's the freshest laundry smell I've experienced. How come everything about him is so fucking expensive? Even his detergent?! Part of me wonders if this is what his house smells like; the same way his clothes do. Will I ever see his house? Or are we forced to stay at his uncle's property?

After I'm done with his things, I tuck the suitcases away into the closet, the carpet of our bedroom now being perfectly clean. I'm tempted to lay beside him in bed, but I don't want to freak him out when he wakes up and I'm right there. I need to remember that how attracted I am to him is a one-way street. He's literally the hottest man I've ever seen. There's no way in the slightest that he's having the same thoughts I am.