You Again [h.s]

41. Strip Basketball

"Harry, when you said you he other things in mind I had no idea you would end up leading me to a basketball hoop." I laugh, placing my hands on my hips as I watch Harry bounce the basketball around.

"But I haven't even told you what we are playing." He stops, catching the ball ok his hands and grinning at me. "I hope you have your inner competitive side switched on because we are playing a game I like to call strip basketball."

"Strip basketball?" I ask, not liking where this is heading. His neighbours could easily look out their window and see us stripping if he and I are thinking of the same thing.

"The title explains itself." He throws the ball at me and I catch it. "Nice catch, now are you ready because it's your shot first." He points to the hoop. "If you get it in, I take off an item of clothing. If you miss it, I don't. Same goes the other way round, alright?"

"Game on styles." I smirk at him and hold the ball in the air, aiming for the hoop. I've never been much of a sport person although in one of the foster homes I was at they had a netball ring and when I was bored I would shoot hoops. With a bend of my knees and a flick of my wrists I aim for the hoop and thankful get it in.

"That was just beginners luck." He winks, taking his shoes off first. "My go." He shoots further back than me but yet manages to get it in still. I too take off my shoes.

In my next shot I get it in again and Harry removes his socks. When Harry gets his next shot in I remove my cardigan as I wasn't wearing socks like he was.

The game gets more heated and every time I miss the hoop I make sure to let my steam out. I am never one to show my temper, but I want to win this game. I am currently in my bra and underwear only and Harry is boxers and jeans. He is better at shooting than me.

It is my turn to shoot again and I get it in. "Yes!" I shout, pumping my fist in the air. Harry just rolls his eyes and laughs at me. "Time to remove those pants, come on Styles."

"Sheez, someone's eager" he makes a clicking noise with his tongue and I flip him off. "My turn. You ready to remove that bra?"

"Who says I'm removing my bra?"

"Don't distract me." He groans, trying to ignore me when I begin dancing around in attempt to distract him.

Thankfully, to my luck he misses and I cheer again.

"Hand the ball over Styles." I take the ball from his hands and aim for the hoop once again.

Before I can shoot, the ball is taken from my grasp and Harry runs up to the hoop and slam dunks the ball through it.

"Bra off" he walks up to me and flicks my strap.

"That's not fair I get three goes now" o try to take the ball from him, but he throws it on the other side of the lawn and takes my wrists in his hands.

"I don't think so baby" he looks down at my body, his eyes lingering on my exposed breasts for a few seconds before meeting my eyes once again.

"Harry" I whine, trying to cover up but he won't let me.

"You should never feel the need to cover up infront of me El. You are so beautiful and your body is perfectly curved in all the right places. You are unlike any girl ever and I mean that." He leans down and kisses me gently before removing his lips way too quickly.