Frat Boy Harry (slow updates)

0. 7 // frat boy niall

The steam covered the entire bathroom; it clouded over the glass and the mirror and made it hard to see in front of me.  I tried to hide my worry as to who was in the shower with me.  I was trying to turn around, but the body was preventing me. “Who is that?”  my voice was a little more unsteady than I would have liked it to be.

Instead of a voice I felt the now two hands, start to wonder about my body.  It felt good not going to lie, they were going slowly and carefully down my sides and on my stomach. I let out a low moan on accident; I felt the person lean there head on my back, again I asked “Who the fuck are you?” while trying to pull free from their touch. I heard a low chuckle and still no answer so I put my head under the water again hoping that the extra water would make their hand slicker.

It did.  I was able to get their hands off and turn around to see a smug look on Niall’s face.  “You son of a bitch! Get the fuck out of here. I need to meet Harry downstairs.” He just looked me up and down still no words.  “Where’s your friend from your bed? Why aren’t you in the shower with her?”

He stopped roaming my body to think about that for a minute, he slowly made eye contact with me again “Her? She was just a night fuck. That’s all.  You on the other hand, you look like a good fuck.” His arrogant smile returned and pissed me off to no return.  I really had no point in trying to cover up now, but I still crossed my arms over my chest in exasperation. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like my touch Layla.  I can almost bet that you are as wet from the water as you are—”

“Niall get out of my shower,” I cut him off. What he was insinuating may have been true but that didn’t mean I needed to admit to his sorry, hung-over, horny ass. 

I stared at him until I saw him starting to turn around; I went back to my shower.  Rinsing off him, I didn’t want Niall on me.  I could feel him still looking at me but I didn’t care as long as he was leaving.  I was rinsing my hair, running my hands through it, water running all over me.  Soon I felt Niall’s touch again.  His hands were like fire on my body—they were so warm.

The height difference between us was more prevalent with him standing right behind me.  His right hand sitting low on my hip bone with his long fingers dangerously close to me, his left was holding my breast as he made fast work on my neck.  Again I couldn’t hold in a moan, I felt a smirk as he left kisses on my neck. I knew it was one of his cocky smiles which pissed me off, but he was making me weak.  I had no self-control and wasn’t trying to kick him out anymore. 

“I don’t hear any protests now,” his accent was drowned out with the shower running.  “So that means what I was trying to say before must be true.” He chuckled to himself.

“Shut,” I panted out. I readjusted myself and pushed him against the wall, “up Niall.” He had no protests as he took advantage of our new situation.  He moved his hands to my hips and pulled them into him, while kissing me excitedly.  We moved over to the outskirts of the water, where the steam and water would splash us. While he went from my mouth all the way down my neck and was working his was lower I was working my hands through his hair and trying to be quite; which wasn’t working because Niall was making me squeal like a school girl.

He moved his hands to my thighs.  He started kissing me harder and more eagerly.  “Niall,” I huffed out, “stop teasing me.”  He smirked into the kiss and adjusted his hands under my thighs—then I was in the air.  I broke the kiss as I panicked trying to grab his shoulder for support.  I leaned back down for an ambitious kiss, he turned and pinned me between him and the wall.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and started to lower my body down. 

“Layla. You’re. The. Fucking. Tease.” He got out between kisses.  I was satisfied with that, knowing that he was as frustrated with me as I was with him. I started kissing his shoulders and rubbing his back, he was holding me up and couldn’t do much.  He was kissing my chest, lowering me down, working his way back to my neck leaving a wet trail.