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It’s been 2 hours since the ‘shower incident’ as you like to call it and you hadn’t talked to Harry. You just sat in the living room, with your knees pressed to your chest, thinking. You couldn’t stop thinking, thinking about what happened in the shower. Looking up every once in a while, you met Harry’s gaze, he just smirked. Obviously thinking about earlier as his boner was apparent through his joggers, not that you were looking. You just put your head back on your knees, not wanting to see his cocky smirk.

Bringing your thoughts back to what happened in the shower. The way his hands caressed you, those huge hands, the possibilities, it turned you on. He knew what he was doing in the shower; he knew what made you weak. His body pressed against yours, he had all of him against you. The hot water dripping down your bodies intensified the experience, making the room steamy. The way his lips left sloppy kisses down your neck, bringing the blood to your skin- shit. You leaped off the couch and ran to the bathroom; standing in front of the mirror you checked your neck. Yup. 4 bruises from the tip of your neck to the base. Shit, shit, shit. How were you supposed to cover these up? You were too busy checking out your love bites to see Harry stood in the doorframe.

“Those look amazing on you, babe.” Harry smirks, “Now people know you’re mine.” He says, walking towards you, wrapping his arms round your waist, pressing his bare chest to your back. “You look so hot in my clothes, (Y/N).” He murmurs into your neck, pressing his lips to the skin behind your ear.

“No. No. No.” You warn, “No more. What happened in the shower shouldn’t have happened and you shouldn’t have even thought of coming in. I’ve know you for a week, you can just do stuff like that. If kidnapping me wasn’t enough, you try and shower with me. You’re unbelievable. I will never have sex with you so get that into your head, prick.” You spit. Elbowing him in the chest you walk out of the door, head held high, thinking you’d won. Then you hear Harry’s husky voice.

“I didn’t see you pushing me away in the shower, in fact I heard you moaning, (Y/N). So don’t even try to deny that you liked it, you enjoyed yourself just as much as me. You’re even wearing my clothes.” He laughs.

“Well, where the fuck are my clothes? You make me sick.” You grunt. He infuriates you so much. What was it about you that made him want to get in your pants? You were a virgin so you were going to be pretty shit in bed anyway.

“I… Uhm… I washed them for you.” He shuffles uncomfortably, his head bowed.

“Uh, thanks?” You were thanking him but it came out as more of a question. He just hummed in appreciation and looked up, a smirk now playing of his lips.

“What now?” You ask, he was staring at your chest. You look down to see your nipples poking through the thin material and you immediately throw your hands over your chest, a crimson colour spreading across your cheeks. He burst out laughing, you’d never seen him properly laugh or even smile. It was always that cocky smirk playing on his lips, but now he was really laughing. You studied his face and saw 2 dimples, one on each cheek, you liked them, and it made his face less harsh.

“Well it’s not my fault you can’t afford heating.” You snort, trying to tip the odds in your favour, this just made him laugh harder.

“Are you sure it’s not because of earlier, princess? Because I’m still pretty turned on too.” He says. walking over to you, his eyes growing dark with lust.

“No. You know why? Because I hated before. Being in your presence makes me sick and before I was almost gagging. Your touch made me want to throw up, so it would be greatly appreciated if that whilst you’re holding me hostage I could shower alone. Thank you.” You retaliate, his eyes look over your face and his expression turns angry.

“You’re such a bitch. Do you know that? You enjoyed before! Why are you even denying it?!” He spoke, his voice rising each second.

“I hated before and I hate you.” Your voice filled with no emotion. His face started to turn red with anger; you could see his blood boiling through his skin, his fists clenched as he walked over to a table by the couch and threw it across the room. You jumped back, startled, tears forming in your eyes. Fuck, you were scared. You started to shake and the tears came out faster, as you were sobbing Harry looked up, his expression softening. He reached out to you and you flinched, backing away from him. “He was going to hit you.” You thought, horror washing over your face.

“No, no. (Y/N) I would never hit you.” He reaches out for you again and you run to the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Sliding down the door, you start to cry harder, how had your life turned so bad in such little time? Only a few days ago you had met new friends, moved to a new town, where everyone seemed to be nice. It all turned to shit once you met Harry, you’d been thinking about what would of happened if you hadn’t bumped into him that first day. He wouldn’t of scared all your friends away, he wouldn’t of punched Noah, he wouldn’t of kidnapped you, he wouldn’t of come on to you in the shower and he wouldn’t be constantly scaring you. You wished that never happened. That Harry would have never met you. Everything would be so much simpler.

*Harry’s P.O.V*

(Y/N) had been in the bathroom for half an hour now and I could hear her sobbing through the door. I had stayed at the door for that whole half an hour trying to get her to open the door, without luck. I can’t believe that she would think I would hit her, I would never even think about it. I couldn’t help my anger problems but I would never hit her… At least I don’t think I would. Sometimes I just can’t control myself. I’m not surprised she’s scared of me, I’m a monster. It’s not my fault that I am how I am, I’ve had to become this. Around here if you’re not tough, you’re dead. Literally. I tried again,

“(Y/N) please open up. I promise, I will never hurt you.” I pleaded, knocking on the door. I’d calmed down since before, I was so angry. What had I ever done to get her to hate me? I’d done nothing. She can’t use the shower as an excuse, I know she liked it. No matter how much she denies it, I could tell she enjoyed herself. She was all flustered and out of breath when she walked out of the bathroom, even before, when she was sat on the couch, I knew she was thinking about it. I don’t think she realised but her breath quickened and her cheeks turned pink. Anyway, she should be thankful. Does she realise how easy it would have been to pin her up against the wet tile wall and fuck her? I held back, for her and this is how she thanks me.

“I don’t see why you even care Harry. I’m just another shag to you.” Her little voice whispered through the door. I was hoarse; I’m guessing form crying so much. If only she knew. She had been just a shag at first; her hot, little body would look amazing riding me- focus. But when she stood up to me, it turned me on. No girl has ever said no to me. I always got the girls I wanted, everyone knew that. (Y/N) was something different though. She said no, she stood up to me, she put up a fight and that was hot. She could be fierce but shy at the same time. She was scared of me, I could tell, but she still stood her ground and I liked that. When she was sprawled across my bed, silently asleep I just felt… Different. I felt like I wanted to wake up next to that innocent face every morning, instead of waking up alone after shagging a different girl each night. She was just something else; she was the first girl I’ve ever wanted a relationship with. The first girl I’ve ever wanted to call mine and no one else’s. I can’t tell her that though, she’ll tell everyone and there’s my reputation gone. I just ignored her comment.

“(Y/N), please.” I begged, suddenly I felt myself falling and I landed in front of (Y/N).

“What are you doing?” She asked, eyebrows raised.

“Well I was trying to get you out. I see I succeeded.” I say with a wink, she just huffed and tried to shut the bathroom door again, I held the door so it wouldn’t shut. She stormed away from me, I just shook my head as my phone began to ring, it was Lou. I answered the phone and held it to my ear,

“LOUIIISSS” I shouted through the phone.

“HARREH!” He yelled just as loud, I laughed.

“So, what’s up?” I asked.

“I’m having a party tonight, so bring moody bitch along and have a drink, you could use one.”

“Lou, don’t call her that.” I warned, I wasn’t having him talk about (Y/N) like that.

“Fine, fine. So, will you come? PWEEEESSEEEEE?” he begged.

“Yes, I’ll come.” I laughed at his childish tone.

“YAY!” he screeched, “Be here for about 8ish, okay mate?”

“Yeah, yeah. See ya Lou.” I put the phone down, walking into the kitchen to find (Y/N) making tea; she turned around once she heard me and pushed a mug towards me. She looked at me nervously, anticipating my reaction.

“Thanks.” I murmured, sipping the drink and peering over the mug to see her looking down. Stood there in my clothes, she couldn’t look more perfect. That’s how I liked her. Wearing my clothes. Although, I did quite like her wearing no clothes, I smirked to myself before saying.

“There’s a party tonight at Lou’s and we’re both going.” I stated, not wanting a smart-arse comment off her, she remained silent. I started to walk off, “Oh and (Y/N),” I started and she looked up, “You’re my date tonight, okay? Don’t try and cover those hickeys up either, I want them on show so everyone can see who you belong to.”