GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

11. Pinky

Harry slid out from under me and off the bed as he made his way to the bathroom. I watched as his butt flexed with each step giggling to myself at its cuteness. I was still giddy with post coital after glow, but a nagging thought in my brain was attempting to overshadow it. I had a tendency to worry and stress about things, and I seemed to do it more when things were going well. So far, since I'd met Harry, things were going well.

My worry was this would be nothing more than a one night stand. Although Harry and I had already spent more time together than a traditional bar fling, things had moved quickly between us physically. Honestly, I felt like everything between us had moved quickly. Harry had earned my trust almost immediately with his caring nature. I felt our friendship blossom during our middle of the night conversations on his couch. As for our attraction to one another, looking back I think it started when I laid eyes on him. I was captivated. When Harry began to feel it, I couldn't be sure, but I know he had noticed me before I had noticed him. He had admitted to seeing me sing karaoke during our chat on his couch. Recalling the conversation, I was reminded how talking to Harry helped me realize I was overthinking my life- just like I was doing now. Shit.

"What are you thinking about love?," Harry asked returning from the bathroom and pulling on his underwear discarded on the floor. My heart fluttered as he called me 'love' like he had done before knowing my name.

"Just overthinking," I admitted, finding yet again I couldn't hold back around Harry.

"Well we can't have that. What's on your mind?," He climbed up next to me and assumed his previous position under my side. I laid my head on his chest. His right arm wrapped behind my head and rested on my arm. He ghosted his fingertips along my arm occasionally tracing my tattoos.

Feeling safe in my spot and somewhat at ease I was talking up to the vaulted ceilings instead of to Harry's face, I let my thoughts escape me.

"I'm wondering when you first felt an attraction to me."

"Mmhm," Harry paused, thinking about my question. "Well you caught my eye at the bar, double fisting whiskey," he chuckled. "You looked incredible in that dress. But when you were lying there on the floor completely knocked out cold you looked like an angel." His words were honest, just like I had found all of what he spoke to be. "A tatted up angel that could kick my ass, but an angel nonetheless. I kind of just sat there staring at you taking it all in until you woke up."

"Can I confess something?," I asked, my fingers tracing his butterfly.

"Always," Harry assured me.

"I had the same thought about you. I genuinely thought you were and angel. I had to touch you to see if you were real."

"That explains why you asked if you were dead," Harry laughed at the memory. "You can touch me again, you know, if you still have any doubts." I could tell without seeing his face that he was wearing a curled up smile. I smacked his stomach playfully. My hand landed on something peculiar and I sat up to examine him. I rubbed my hands on his torso to confirm my suspicions.

"Do you have four nipples?," I asked in amazement.

"That I do," Harry confirmed smiling up at me.

"Huh," I thought out loud. "Is it bad I find that sexy?," I said pinching nipple number three making Harry hiss.

"Easy! Just because I have extra doesn't mean you can abuse them! And no, it's perfectly acceptable to find Sloan and Pinky sexy," he said straight faced.

"You've named them?," I asked with a chuckle.

Harry pointed to each nipple starting with the traditional left and right. "Horace and Marvin," he introduced before pointing to his lower set from left to right as well. "Sloan and Pinky."