Starstruck [H.S.]

Cobwebs and Dust

20 minutes...

I had 20 minutes to make myself presentable. April was sitting on the toilet with the seat down watching me wash myself in the shower. 

"How's the lady situation?" She asks twirling a piece of her blonde hair around her finger.

"Oh god." I find her eyes through the glass. "I haven't had sex in 5 years...There's probably cobwebs and dust in there."

April burst out laughing. "I cannot with you. I meant like do you need to shave or whatever?"

"No... they handled all the business today at the spa... Like all the business." I rinse off. "April, I'm legit fucking nervous."

"Babe, he's a normal guy."

"That's what I'm afraid of..."

"He likes you."

"Yeah...but like...I have jiggly parts, and scars, and stretch marks. I'm a mom..."

"Relax. Don't fuck him if you're not ready."

At this point as I pulled on my oversized sweatshirt over the spaghetti strap tanktop I was wearing and a pair of lacy boyshorts I didn't know if I would ever be ready for Harry to see me naked. I slipped my cotton shorts over my underwear and pulled my wet hair into a messy bun on top of my head. I brushed my teeth. Slid my glasses into place, grabbed my phone, and roomkey and made my way to the door.

"It'll be fine babe. I promise. Just remember, your ass is amazing, and you have great tits."

That used to be a lot more perky.

"Get out of your head bitch." April swatted my ass. "You're fucking gorgeous."

I took a breath and walked out into the hallway. Harry was coming out of his room.

"I was just on my way to get you." He grinned at me. His hair was wet from his shower and he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Come to me." He held out his hand.

He led me into his hotel room. When the door latched behind us I jumped.

"You okay?" Harry turned to look at me.

I nodded.

"Words baby." His eyes were searching my face.

"I'm...nervous..."

He pulled his lips into his mouth making his dimples pop. After releasing them he pulled my hand so my body moved into his. "I'm glad I'm not the only one."

My eyes snapped up to his. "What?"

His lips press against my forehead as a shy smile plays across his lips. "You're not the only one who gets nervous."

Harry shut off the lights and led me back to the bedroom. He shut off the overhead light before turning on one of the lamps. I slipped out of my shorts, and pulled the oversized hoodie over my head.

Harry looked over at me. His tongue flicked out to run over his lips. I climb between the sheets and avert my eyes from him as he takes off his jogging pants. When he slides in next to me he doesn't pull me to him like usual. Instead he leans up on his elbow and his finger trails over my collarbone. The small butterfly "Summertime, butterflies, all belong to your creation." On the left side with a small butterfly. He looks up at me his eyes sparkling, then his fingers trace over the words on the other side. "I know we'll be alright child." It's right below my collarbone on my left shoulder. "Anymore of these?" He raises his eyebrows.

I'm blushing. I know I am. "On my ankles."

"Oh?"

"Comepletely defenseless. On the outside of my left ankle. Two hearts in one home on the inside of my left ankle." I take a breath. "The musical notes for Stockholm Syndrome on the inside of my right ankle. We're on fire on the outside." He probably thinks I'm a psycho. "I love music...I have a lot of musical themed tattoos...of songs that made me feel something. Or had a significant influence on my life. Images, or words, or the music notes...."