Story of Our Lives

HarryPOV
I wake up and see Liz is still asleep, her face inches from mine. She looks absolutely at peace, like I've never seen her before. She moves over in her sleep to where she's got an arm over my stomach and her head is resting on my chest. I'm trapped.
A few minutes later she starts to wake up. Her eyes flutter open, her eyelashes brushing my chest. She looks up at me and smiles and I kiss her forehead. She gets up out of bed and stretches, looking around for something. I stand up and go towards to window and can clearly see the bright sun shining through the curtains.
"Oh, Harry!" I turn around and Liz has a pile of clothes and a towel in her arms and is staring at me in shock.
"What is it babe?" I ask.
"I left scratch marks ALL OVER your back! I'm so sorry!" She cries. I smile and walk over to the bathroom mirror, seeing dozens of distinct little red lines all over my back.
"Liz, don't worry about it. Nobody will see it. It's too cold to go shirtless anywhere anyway. Our secret is safe." I trace my finger along the side of her face, underneath her chin and tilt her head up to kiss her.
"I'm taking a shower now." She says. I nod. She motions towards the door with her head. "What?"
"Well I don't want you staring at me when I take a shower." She says.
"What difference would it make anyway?" I smirk. "It's not like we aren't already just standing here naked." I say, motioning to how she's covered herself up with clothes and a towel.
"Still. I'll make it quick."
"Alright. I'll go start breakfast. I'm taking you to the recording studio later with me, that way I can finally introduce you to the guys. They don't seem to believe that I've met you or that we're dating or anything." I smile. She nods and pushes me out the door, before locking it.
ElizabethPOV
I look at myself in the mirror. No marks or anything. I just have a headache. I step into the hot shower and let the water run over me. I hear a door open and close, but disregard it. I run the shampoo through my hair, combing through it with my fingers. I rinse out the shampoo and when I turn around to grab the soap, he's standing right there, making me jump and almost slip and fall, but he manages to catch me.
"Harry, what are you doing in here?" I ask.
"I decided to join you." He smirks. I look up at him just as he starts kissing me, his hands hungrily trailing over my breasts and the rest of me, turning it into a passionate make out session in the shower, then into a version of what happened last night only on the ground of the large shower.

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