GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

71. Crystal Clear

**Harry's POV**

The past week had been a complete 180 from the previous one. I hated to say it, but the news about Louis was actually a blessing for Liv and I. No one really cared who I was dating when Louis was fathering a child with a girl he barely met.

Louis was handling the media frenzy pretty well by laying low and staying quiet. We didn't talk about it much on tour, because any moment he wasn't working he was dealing with his family or Brianna's family or management regarding the baby. He just needed to go out on stage, or chill out playing FIFA to keep himself sane.

We had talked about it though. Louis first hooked up with Brianna the same week I met Liv, and we couldn't help but compare how different things had turned out for each of us. Louis wasn't looking for anything more than a casual fling and he ended up with a lifelong responsibility. I wasn't looking for anything after a bout of choosing girls that turned out to be nothing like I was looking for. I was enjoying being completely single and not even dating casually. Then Liv fell into my lap and I realized I didn't enjoy anything more than her. It was an instant connection, like I'd known her forever. I felt so comfortable and like I could be completely myself with her, completely defenseless.

It should've been scary to jump into things with her so fast and so deep, but it wasn't. It should've been scary to tell her everything I wanted with her and how I felt about her, but it wasn't. I'd give up everything for her, because she gave me everything I needed. The only thing that was scary was the thought of losing her. I was so thankful that I hadn't sent her running with all that had been thrown at her, figuratively and literally.

Fuck. It was times like these when I hated being on tour. Well I absolutely loved being on stage and performing, there was nothing like it. It was all the traveling, down time, and being away from home– from her, that I hated. I missed her so damn much. We were currently in Chicago between our Canada dates. The boys and I had a lot of work to do on the album, so I wasn't flying back to Los Angeles between shows. I had squeezed in a trip so we could go out for dinner a few nights ago, but it'd be another two weeks or so before I had a break to go home to her.

I checked the clock, 9:28 AM my time. Deciding there was a chance she'd be awake, or if she wasn't she wouldn't be too upset if I woke her, I gave her a call. I waited for the phone to ring but it went straight to voicemail. She must've turned it off or forgotten to charge it last night after we talked before bed. I plopped back down on the hotel bed and placed my phone in my lap. I folded my arms above my head and let out a frustrated sigh.

What the fuck!

I jerked up and sent my buzzing phone flying from my lap and onto floor. It took a moment for me to recover from the vibration on my balls before I retrieved my phone from the floor. Maybe it was Liv. I answered without looking so I wouldn't miss the call.

"Hello?," I said into the phone. I was greeted with a very distinctive chipper voice.

"Hiya Harry. It's workout time lad. What do 'ya say we head to the hotel gym to train?"

"Hi Mark." I didn't match his enthusiasm, but a good workout could certainly help distract me and burn off my frustration. And our trainer, Mark Jarvis, was certainly the one to make it happen. "Sure, just give me 5 minutes to get ready."

"Alright. I'll come to your room and we can head down together. I'm feeling nice today, so I won't even try to make you puke," he laughed.

"Gee thanks Jarv. See you soon."

I pulled on some grey sweats, a white tee, twisted my hair into a bun and threw on a white sweatband. Mark knocked on the door right on cue.

My workout did just as I had hoped. It cleared my head and gave me something to focus on other than missing Liv. It was hard to think about anything other than the pain and agony inflicted by Mark, but I was left feeling refreshed afterwords. A good workout and a lot of sweat could really change your mood. And just like that I was back to wanting Liv.

I put my keycard in the door and leaned my weight on the handle to open it. Dammit. No matter how many hotels I stayed in I always struggled with these doors. I tried again, this time inserting and removing my keycard quicker than before. I finally got two green lights and hurried inside before the door changed its mind.

I stripped out of my sweaty clothes and left them in a trail to the bathroom. I was anxious to get in the shower to rinse away the gym, and to relieve the ache thinking about Liv had caused.

I turned on the water and as I waited for it to heat up I untied my hair and shook it out. I set my sweatband and hair tie on the counter beside the sink. I left the bathroom door cracked to keep from fully steaming up the room and stepped into the shower and closed the clear glass behind me.

As the warm water hit my back I felt my muscles relax from the pressure of the shower stream. I took a step back and wet my hair, running my fingers through it. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and let the water cascade over my face and chest.

With my eyes closed I let my mind wander back to Liv and all the times I'd taken her in the shower. I felt myself getting hard at just the thought. Her body warm and wet pressed against the cool glass and supported only by my cock. I wrapped my hand around my dick and slowly started gliding it up and down, imagining the warmth and wetness of my hand was her. The water flowed in tiny streams that ran along the contours of my forearm as it flexed. The sounds of my strokes were getting louder above the running water as I quickened my pace. I thought of the sounds of our bodies hitting together and the soft, but fucking sexy whimpers she'd make as her orgasm built up. And God, when she'd finally come for me her deep moans would echo through the shower and she'd swear so damn much not able to hold anything back. I let out a groan of my own as I tightened my grip around the head of my cock.

I leaned forward, resting my left hand on the tile in front of me. My right hand didn't leave its task. My head dropped down and strands of my wet hair fell with it. I didn't stop to push them out of the way. Water dripped from the tip of my nose and landed on the back of my hand only to be jettisoned off my skin with the force of my strokes. It was the only time I was thankful for my large hands, when Liv's much smaller ones weren't here to do the job. Or her perfect mouth. God the way she moved her tongue was like nothing I'd ever felt before and the way she'd hum when I came down her throat– one of the best sounds, and feelings.

Unable and unwilling to hold off any longer I squinted my eyes closed and bit my lip. I pumped a few more times to draw out my climax and rumbled a series of low moans and grunts that traveled from the back of my throat and up and out of the shower walls.

I stood in the same stance but motionless as I came down. I opened my eyes and blinked until the spots from lack of oxygen to my brain disappeared. I pushed off the shower wall and completed my other intended goal of showering, actually taking a shower.

I shut off the water and reached for my towel from the rack just outside the door. I wildly towel dried my hair before I wiped myself dry and stepped onto the thin towel mat on the tile floor. I always hated that there were no real bath mats at hotels. It was a tiny luxury of home that someone who travels less might not miss. I wrapped my towel around my waist, tucking the end in to secure it. I wiped my feet, stepped in front of the sink and reached for my hair tie to pull my damp hair into a bun.

My hand froze over the counter when my eyes spotted something I was sure I didn't leave there. I felt my stomach twist with a mixture of butterflies and fear, not knowing what was going on. I blinked thinking I was seeing things, but when I opened my eyes it was crystal clear what was on the counter and I most certainly had no part in it, or did I?