GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

17. Purple Blossoms

I woke up just after noon. I don't think I had slept that late since college, but I wasn't complaining. Harry was still asleep, and he looked too precious to wake. His limbs were spread wild across the bed and his hair was a tangled nest. To pass the time until he woke, I slipped from bed and retrieved my sketchbook I had filled up at the studio last night and climbed back under the covers to review my work.

I had gotten into such a zone during their writing session that I really didn't even know what I had come up with. As I flicked through the first few pages I saw the designs I had conjured up in Harry's shower, now in full color on the paper. As I flipped further, there were many more pieces that were beginning to form a collection. I got about a third of the way through before I landed on a page and stared in shock. It was a figure that distinctly resembled Harry. He was dressed in slim tailored black trousers and a printed silk blouse that mimicked a pattern I had used in some of the women's clothing. The buttons were undone, as I had seen Harry do before. He wore a sleek blazer that stopped just above his hips with emerald buttons and a uniquely notched collar. I had never designed menswear before, that's what had me the most stunned. As I continued to turn the pages, I found the rest of my designs were almost all menswear. I knew Harry had awakened my creativity, but I never expected him to become my full on muse.

I closed my sketchbook and set it on the bedside table. I turned and looked at Harry and got lost in my thoughts, wondering what to do with my clothing line. Did I really want to take such a risk and delve into menswear for my Paris fashion week debut? Were my designs even good? As a woman, I felt I had an eye to know if my collections would be wearable by other woman. With menswear it always seemed like another world I knew nothing about. I desperately needed to get working on my collection, but now this scared me more than having no ideas at all. Harry stirred next to me and I smiled as his green eyes opened and locked with mine. Instantly my worry faded with just one look.

I had every intention of getting back to normal life Monday morning, but since Harry and I slept through Monday morning, it pretty much derailed those plans. A portion of the afternoon was spent taking a much needed shower. We swore it would be quick, but that turned into me being pressed against the glass with my arms wrapped around Harry's neck as he took me. Our cries of ecstasy echoing in the steam filled room.

"Well that was the dirtiest shower I've ever had," Harry said as he dried off with a towel chuckling to himself quietly.

He hung the towel back on the rack and walked naked to the mirror to assess his hair. I watched as he rummaged through my drawers and pulled out a hair tie. He pulled his damp hair back effortlessly into a bun.

"I'm fucking starving. I haven't eaten since last night," Harry said as he turned from the mirror and walked up to kiss my cheek.

"I'm actually really hungry too," I paused. "We didn't even eat dinner last night," I said with a perplexed look on my face.

I caught the glint in Harry's eye and his half cocked smile. Realizing what he had meant. I smacked his arm playfully.

"Stop it!," I scolded him as I hung up my own towel and turned turned to make my way to the closet.

"You certainly weren't telling me to stop last night." Harry's smile spread wide across his face.

"Harry!"

"I can't help it! These thoughts are taking over me. We're going to starve because we can't stop having sex!," he said with a look of panic; mad at his own inability to show restraint. His expression quickly returned to a smile. Just as quickly as his smile had appeared it faded and was replaced with a serious look. "Shit Liv. Your ass!," he called out from behind me.