GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

39. Nude

"Did you have a good time babe?," Harry asked as he slid down the zipper of my dress.

"For the most part, yeah." I was still agitated about Trisha- Bitchtrisha. I know it wasn't public knowledge Harry and I were dating, but the whole idea of her propositioning him, with my help, for a hotel room fling had me furious and disgusted.

"Most part?," Harry said stepping around to the front of me. His head was tilted and his face was creased between his brows. "What's wrong?"

"That reporter chick next to me was a bitch," I said as I slipped from my dress and tossed my bra across the room violently. "She wouldn't stop asking about us and she had the nerve to try and ask me to get you to give her an interview." I continued to undress in a huff, pacing around the room and angrily tossing things into my suitcase. "Plus she clearly just wanted to get in your pants."

"You're so cute," Harry said and I turned quickly to look at him. His response seemed odd. "I've never seen you so worked up. You're kind of hot when you're jealous Liv."

"I'm not..." My words trailed off at the realization that I was, in fact, somewhat jealous. I let out a puff of air and Harry chuckled. "Still, she was annoying."

"You know you've got nothing to be jealous about, you've already got me." Harry finished unbuttoning his top and tossed it aside. "You're all red and flustered now babe." Harry wrapped his arms behind my waist and pulled me into him. He kissed the blush on my chest, not helping my color return to normal.

"Yeah, lots of red going on right now, actually. Sorry babe," I said twisting up my face and pointing towards my uterus that had bad timing.

"Sorry for what? You think that's going to stop me from fucking you on your last night here?" Harry sucked on my neck and sunk his teeth in just enough to make my knees weak. "I'm pretty sure there's nothing you could do turn me off babe." I looked up at the ceiling and curled my mouth as I thought about his statement. "And that's not a challenge Liv!," he said, knowing too well how my mind worked. I was always finding some way to mess with him. We both chuckled.

"Let me just make sure I'm all packed up Harry. I have to be at the airport early so I don't want to worry about anything in the morning."

I was certain I'd forget something important behind. I must've checked for my passport a dozen times. I pulled out clean clothes for the flight tomorrow, but decided to leave my pajamas packed away. I rarely ended up wearing them with Harry around anyways. I set my alarm in my phone and even made Harry set his alarm as a back up.

"Do you alway pack in just a tiny pair of underwear?," Harry asked from the bed. He was in just his pants, in the British sense of the word, with his ankles crossed and his arms folded behind his head. He had been watching me scurry around the room.

"Not always. But I thought I'd leave you with a souvenir from the trip." I bent over at the waist and slowly slid my simple lace panties down my legs, watching Harry over my shoulder the entire time. I stepped out from my thong and walked nude over to the chair in the corner of Harry's room. I tucked my nude lace thong into the back pocket of Harry's discarded black skinny jeans, knowing he'd wear them again tomorrow. "And I expect those boxer briefs to be in my suitcase by the time I get back," I warned as I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

When I was all freshened up my eyes settled on the image of Harry on the bed. He was lying in the same position as when I had left him, but his black Calvin Klein underpants were now gone. I smiled that he had taken his orders. God I was going to miss seeing him like this for a whole month. My bottom lip poured out.

"What's that for? No pouting." Harry sat up on the bed. "Come here babe." He patted the space next to him and I climbed up and pulled my legs underneath me.