Catching Red Eyes

I woke up to a dark bedroom and the urge to use the bathroom. I kicked off my boots that I had fallen asleep in and took off my jeans and bra. Walking into the bathroom, I winced when I turned on the light. My reflection looked like the villain from a bad horror movie. I would need to do something about this before I see Harry again.

Oh, Harry. The earlier part of my day came crashing back into my mind. His smell, his taste, his smooth skin under my fingers…I closed my eyes and let the memory wash over me. I needed him around me again. I needed the real thing. As I was lost in my memory, the bathroom door crashed open.

“Holy shit, girl, sorry.”

It was Laurie. She was dressed in fishnets, short black skirt, and an off the shoulder shirt with her hair and makeup a little messy. She smelled like her sweet perfume mixed with a hint of alcohol.

“Its fine, I was just…peeing.”

Thank God she was a little drunk because she would have asked why I was sitting on the toilet with my eyes closed and a smile across my face.

“Dude from Brooklyn is here so make sure when you go back to your room, you move fast unless you want him to see those pretty pink undies.”

Laurie has had her fair share of sexual partners and experimenting so this came as no surprise that someone was over. I had grown very accustomed to her lifestyle and didn’t mind it. I quickly washed my hands and scooted around her.

“Hold on,” she said, grabbing my arm. “What are those love bites all over you??!” she said, examining my neck and chest. I pulled out of her grip, trying to avoid all these questions because who knows what my answer would sound like to her.

“It’s nothing, just a rash.”

“That is not a rash! Come on, who is it??”

Just as I was about to lie and say a random, our doorbell rang.

“Shit, I didn’t double book, did I?” Laurie said to herself as she flung open our bathroom door and ran to the front door.

“Uh….who the hell are you?” I heard my roommate’s voice say from our hallway. Then I heard the voice on the outside and my stomach dropped.

“Oh, um this is Rowan Emerson’s apartment, right?”

“Yeaaaa, and you are??”

“Oh, I am Harry. Is Rowan home?”

“Holy fuck…uh, yea she is, hold on just a second.”

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, Laurie’s face appeared in the frame of the bathroom.

“Dude.” Her eyes were wide. “I know I might be a little drunk, but is that that fucking boy band dude outside?”

“You left him outside??” I yelled as I pushed past her and threw open the door and pulled Harry inside. “Laurie, their fans are insane. One tweet and our entire complex will be ambushed with teenage girls,” I said quickly shutting the door and locking it. I turned around and saw Harry eyeing me up and down. Oh my God, I wasn’t wearing pants.

“Well, I’ll leave you two alone. Laurie, keep the pants off. He’s hot and it’s been awhile for you. Nice hickies on her too, Harry,” Laurie said eyeing me now and looking back at him, giving him a thumbs up. If being in my underwear wasn’t enough to make me red, I was crimson now. I crossed my arms across my chest and turned to head to my bedroom. I heard the clicking of Harry’s boots behind me, following me. I didn’t stop him.

“I tried calling but you weren’t answering, I didn’t know what happened so I just came over. I am sorry for that but I was worried.”

I looked over at him but his back was turned, away from me. He was wearing a black t-shirt now with jeans and a long black jacket. All I wanted to do was take his jacket off and pull his t-shirt over his head but I kept my hormones down and put pants on.

“I-its ok. I was actually sleeping…” I felt instantly embarrassed again. I needed to sleep for seven hours after our…time together…while Harry was in interviews all day and looked perfect and refreshed.

“I thought so but I needed to make sure you were ok,” he said turning around and facing me. I crossed my arms again realizing I had on a white t-shirt with no bra. Harry bit his lip and moved closer to me. He pulled my arms down and moved closer to me. I felt very exposed but safe with him this close to me. He grabbed my hips and put his lips to mine. His perfect smell was all around me and his taste was just as I remembered it. I melted into him as he kissed me harder.

Just as I was about to rip off his jacket, he pulled away leaving me in a sexual stupor.

“Dinner first. I am sure you are starved. Also, maybe a comb or two, love?” he said laughing while he moved my hair behind my ear. I had completely forgotten about my wild mane and laughed with him.

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