All Again

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
HARRY

Then.

My phone had been steady all day.
As I swiped another notification away, I placed my phone back in my pocket and focused on the rack in front of me.
An array of different designers lined the section of Alexa's living room where a small rack of men's clothing sat. Upstairs the girls had went and left me behind.
Though it had been all done on purpose.
In a couple days I had some events planned and what Becca didn't know was, we were here mainly for her- not me.
There was going to be a party and though I hadn't completely settled on the idea of taking her with me-somewhere so publicly- I wanted her to be prepared in case.
As my hands ran over the hem of some Gucci pants, I heard Alexa's voice upstairs.
I had been on my own for about ten minutes, and I felt like enough time had elapsed.
So, shifting the rack to the side, I finally headed upstairs.
As I did, more laughs and giggles came from the rooms where the girls were now housed.
"Oh jeez. I cant wear this!"
I turned just in time to see Becca's dismayed expression at the outfit she was wearing.
It was a silk blouse with a deep cut in the back. The design rested just at the curve of her ass, accenting her back dimples.
She immediately was a different person.
"Wow." I said coming into the room. "Looks like you ladies are having fun."
And they did. On the bed behind them piles of clothes rested. I didn't know what that pile signified but they had quickly acquired it.
"We are." Alexa said with a wink. "I've found some things to give her."
"Its too much." Becca cut in as I stood beside Alexa. "She's giving me some of this stuff for free Harry."
I smiled back at her.
"Good."
She shook her head 'no' at me, and focused on Alexa.
"Its way too kind."
This time Alexa smiled.
"Trust me, its nothing. I have so many things donated to me daily."
Alexa stood. She made her way over to Becca,
She played with the shirt for a minute and then handed her another one.
"Here, try this one. The bathroom's that way."
Becca just smiled at her. From the smile, I knew she had been giving her a hard time. Her expression read, another one?
Instead of leaving, Becca pulled her shirt off, allowing her breasts to be on full display.
Alexa's eyes widened noting me in the room, and she pushed her concerns away.
"Don't worry. He's seen me naked a thousand times. Nothing new." Becca said grinning at me.
I smiled back.
"Not that much. Maybe a couple hundred." I teased. "We'll get there."
Becca giggled as she put on the next shirt. This one, even more dressy than the first.
I didn't take my eyes off of her.
"Oh you have got to take this one. Look at how gorgeous she is in it." Alexa said looking at me, but I didn't need her to point it out. I was more than well aware.
So as I nodded in agreement, Becca blushed and took her own self in with the nearby mirror.
I could tell she liked what she saw, but she chose to be modest.
"No. I can't." she said once more.
"Oh come on... you can! You've got to get use to this if you're going to be dating Harry Styles. You know this one has quite the reputation in fashion and you can't be looking like a plain Jane with him."
I instantly turned to Alexa. She was smiling and truly meant no harm by her comment, but it instantly changed the tone of the room.
I could tell it instantly made Becca uncomfortable.
I could see something flicker in her eyes, and before any notions entered her mind about what someone dating me needed to look like, I wanted to shut that down.
"Nah...she's perfect." I said casually. "But...uh...we should go...you said you had plans or something?"
"Oh yes! I do. But you guys are welcome to stay. I like helping out," she said gently.
"No, no...this is great. Seems like you've given her some stuff and i'm set-"
"Did you get anything?" Becca asked curiously.
"Yeah, it's in the car." I said, and then I looked back at Alexa. "Thanks."
My tone emphasized my goodbye, and it wasn't long before we were out of there.
As we got back to the car, I made sure Becca was okay.
"Was that alright?" I asked as I pulled out of the driveway.
"It was fine." she said gently. "Alexa's very nice."
"She's alright." I said with a grin. "You like your stuff?"
"It's much too expensive...but yes."
"Well if you don't feel comfortable wearing it, don't. "
She smiled, "I'm Harry Styles girl. I have too." she teased, picking up on Alexa's words from before.
I reached for her hand and kissed it.
"Please don't."
Just be Becca.
She just smiled back at me.
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After we left Alexa's, we headed back to my house again.
I was sure by now the both of us were anxious to just kick back and enjoy each others company.
We only had one more day until we would be flying again for my next show.
After that, I had plans to possibly head to New York, but I wanted her opinion first.
As we settled on the couch in our required three items of clothing-me, shirtless, with just my jeans and boxers- and she, in just a t-shirt and underwear- I played with the tips of her hair.
"So I have a question." I began.
She was lying on my chest and we were watching a movie, curled up with a blanket.
"Yeah?" she asked, not moving her head.
"How would you feel about going to New York...like...for a day or two?"
"When?" she asked gently.
"In a couple days. After the show?"
She began to pull up and her hair tickled my skin as she faced me.
Her chin rested on my chest.
"What's in New York?" she asked.
"Some property Jeff wants me to see. He's been working on a deal that we'll be looking into next year."
"What type of deal?"
I just smiled, not answering specifically.
"Nothing finalized. Just ponderings."
She smiled back.
"Well is it for him or you?"
"Both." I said.
She nodded okay and rested back on my chest.
"Well yeah...That'll be fun. I can maybe see my friends then."
"So I can book the tickets?" I asked to be sure.
"Yeah." she said.
My hands played with her hair again and I could feel her hands making traces on my skin.
It was quiet.
And comfortable.
I closed my eyes and relaxed at the feeling.
This was all I had wanted.
When I suggested she come for the month this was exactly what I was picturing.
My life was go, go, go all the time....it was nice to just stop, and be with someone; to just have a moment to think.
I didn't even want to move; though I wasn't sure if it was because of the rest, or because of her.
As she laid in my arms, I replayed back the last few days and the moments we had already shared.
Already, I had gotten further with her than most women I had dated.
I didn't know if it was a good or bad thing but I was hooked nonetheless.
"Hey Bec?" I called, but she didn't respond.
"Becca?" I called again softly, but there was nothing. Her chest continued to rise and fall with mine and she was completely still.
I smiled as it dawned on me she had fallen asleep.
I pulled her closer to me, tucking my arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
Sometime later, I fell asleep with her and when I awoke it was dark outside and the light from the TV was the only light that pooled through the room.
Becca was still on top of me and had barely moved.
I shifted as a natural reaction and felt the stiffness of my bones.
For a moment I needed to get her off of me so we could stretch.
Yet once again, I didn't want to move.
I turned and glanced at the TV that was playing some commercial and then my eyes caught my phone.
On the coffee table, I could see it in the small distance. By now, as usual, I was sure there were text messages, and calender reminders and people trying to get in touch with me.
Removing a careful hand from around her, I reached for my phone and picked it up.
Unlocking the screen with my thumb, I went through my messages.
As I expected, it was friends, my Mum and work.
As I began tapping, replying, I heard Becca moan on top of me, and seconds later she shifted on top of me.
Lifting her head, her eyes connected to mine and I instantly wanted to kiss the natural pout her lips took on.
The groggy, dazed look was completely adorable.
"Welcome back." I said warmly.
"How long have I been asleep?" she mumbled.
"Don't know. I just woke up myself."
She looked around the room, taking in the shift of the day.
"It's dark." she noted.
"It is." I said with a smile. Her incoherentness was endearing.
"What time is it?"
"After seven." I said glancing at phone. She plopped back down on me and nestled against me.
"Ugh." she grumbled.
"Are you going back to sleep?"
"No." she muttered.
Her eyes must have trailed to the TV in front of us, and my hands found her hair again.
I tossed my phone back on the table and settled with her.
Forget them.
I would return messages later.
Neither one of us spoke, but we didn't need too.
There was comfortable silence.
My hands trailed her skin, reveling in the softness until we eventually fell back asleep again.
When we awoke again, it was after ten.
"Want to go to the bed?" I asked.
She nodded and climbed off of me. She stretched as she stood and I admired her body.
The slim waist, ample- but modest bust, the naturally tanned skin and shiny brown hair- she was a vision of my favorite kind.
In that moment I was so thankful I had given her my phone number many months ago.
I stood as well moments later, shifting the blanket onto the couch. I patted her butt.
"I have to wee, then I'll be up."
She nodded okay, grabbed her phone and then headed upstairs.
"Hey Harry?" she called as she made her way up the stairs.
"Yeah?" I asked, halfway to the bathroom.
"Pop some popcorn would you...?"
I smiled and nodded okay.
I did my business in the bathroom, and then headed to the kitchen to make a quick batch of microwave popcorn.
Then I headed upstairs.
When I found Becca, she was sitting tipee style on my bed and waiting on me.
"I found a good movie I think." she said.
I took a seat beside her and glanced at the screen.
Love Actually was on. Actually one of my favorite movies.
I handed her the popcorn, propped my pillows and laid beside her.
"This is one of my favorites."
"I've never seen it, but it sounds cute."
"You've never seen Love Actually?" I asked in disbelief.
She nodded no.
"What have you been doing with your life?"
She chuckled, digging in her popcorn bag.
"That good huh?"
"It's amazing." I said.
She smiled at me and settled back on the bed and that was the majority of where we stayed for the next twelve hours.
By the time my security came and got me from the house and loaded our small bags we were rested.
Today, we were headed to Brussels and then a quick trip to New York.
Our tickets were booked and my friends had already confirmed they would be in town.
Becca has texted her friends as well and made plans to go out, so we both would be occupied during the trip.
When we got to Brussels, I went through my usual pre-lim rituals. I hung with the band a bit, ate some dinner and met some fans backstage. Since there were fans rooming backstage this time, Becca set up house in Sarah's Kitchen until the beginning of the show.
Tonight, she would be front and center and I walked with her as she headed out to the main stage.
"You're looking good tonight." she said.
I surveyed my outfit.
I was in all black tonight with my tan boots as my accent piece.
I looked back at her. We matched.
She had on dark jeans and a black flannel shirt.
"You're not looking so bad yourself." I noted.
She grinned.
"Do you know where you're sitting?"
She nodded yes. "Up front. Left stage."
"Yeah I'll probably be on your side of the stage most of tonight."
"No. I don't want you too." she said with a groan.
"Why not?" I asked.
"I don't want you watching me."
I chuckled. "Trust me, I've already seen you dance. Besides, I like to watch you feel the music. It's quite entertaining."
Then, as if to show her, I quickly mimcked her favorite dance move.
She blushed and placed her hands over her face in embarassment.
"Oh God. Please tell me I don't look like that." she groaned.
I wrapped my arm around her neck and pulled her to me. I kissed her forehead.
"Don't worry, I love it." I reassured.
We shared a quick kiss before we pulled away.
We both didn't believe in P.D.A. and members of my crew surrounded us.
"I'll see you out there." I told her when I got as far as I could go, without the crowd seeing me.
"How long until the show starts?"
"Twenty minutes?" I guessed.
"Alright. Have fun." she said with a wide smile.
"You too." I said winking. "We have some surprises tonight."
"What kind?"
"New songs." I said simply.
She smiled, gave me a thumbs up and then we parted ways.
I headed back to our main dressing room and found the other guys. Niall was playing with his guitar, Liam was changing clothes and Louis was texting.
I took a seat next to Louis, and Helene, our vocal coach came over to us.
"Alright." she said. "Let's warm it up."
I stood up again, and the other boys wrapped up their own issues, and then we began to sing.
Warm ups were quick, especially since we had been a band for five years now, and it wasn't long until we were headed to the main stage.
Like most treks, we were quiet as we took our golf carts, lost in our own thoughts and mental preparations for the night.
Tonight was going to be a pretty decent crowd with 55,000 people projected.
Now, just behind the stage, we could hear the cheers and chants coming from out front and the beginnings of 'No Control''s instrumental version that showed our intro video.
We did a quick group chant and then that curtain rose.
The high hit me immediately as we began 'Clouds'.
There still wasn't anything comparable to being on that stage, and I quickly got lost in the allure of it all. For the last few years, it had been my second home.

When Becca saw me backstage after, the first thing she said was "Who are you?"
I chuckled. "What do you mean?"
"Your energy. Where the hell does all that come from? You were calm before the show started."
"Maybe you bring it out of me." I teased. Like I had promised, I had stayed by her section most of the show; even splashing her with water in the middle of the show. That had got me a giggle and a nice middle finger.
"Don't give me that Harry charm," she scolded. "You're already getting thoroughly laid tonight."
I instantly laughed. "Oh am I?"
"Are you kidding? I'm putting that energy to use."
"You do know we will be on a plane until tomorrow afternoon right? We'll be at the airport in an hour."
"Well, I guess we'll be joining the Mile High Club." She said with a suggestive wink.
Hmm. Plane sex with Becca....could be fun.Could also land me on the cover of every gossip magazine by the morning.
I'll pass.
I just laughed, satisfied with the mental image.
"Did you enjoy the show otherwise?" I asked.
"Well no. There was a certain British fella with curly brown hair and snazzy boots who kept looking at me all night so I couldn't exactly let loose."
"Maybe he thought you were cute and couldn't take his eyes off of you."
"Maybe."
"Or maybe it was the other way around, and you couldn't stop watching him."
She smiled. "Well he is quite handsome to look at."
I smiled again.
Shortly after our flirtations, I hopped in the shower and Becca sent quick texts to her family to let them know about our plans.
"Are you excited for New York?" I asked as I changed into my favorite t-shirt and threw on some pants.
Becca just watched as she took in my new appearance.
"What?" I asked catching her look.
"Your shirt has holes in it. Like everywhere."
I didn't even look down. I knew it did.
I had the shirt for many years and it was my favorite.
Despite its holey appearance I wasn't ready to let it go.
I just couldn't find it anywhere else.
"Believe me I know." I said. "Its become apart of its charm."
"You wear it a lot. I've seen it like four times now." She noted.
"Have you?" I asked.
I hadn't even paid it any attention. Most days I just threw on what was handy, and I kept that shirt pretty close.
She nodded.
"Well you keep talking about it...you don't like it?"
"No I love it." She said quickly. "I love everything you wear."
I buttoned my pants and scanned her outfit.
In the short time I had showered she had changed as well.
She had on her own loose tshirt and these tight legging things-jeggins, I think was what they called them.
"How long is the flight?" Becca asked.
"Ten hours." I said. "I plan on sleeping for most of them."
"What happened to your adrenaline rush?"
"Oh it's still there." I said honestly. "I just don't think I'm sleeping much when we get to New York."
She didn't respond.
We gathered our things, I bid farewell to the guys, and then we headed in our separate car to the airport.
There was no security traveling with me, so me and Becca were on our own.
As we made it to the airport, we weren't bothered and took a private entrance.
We quickly went through the security checks and carried on our luggage. Both of us had only packed one small bag.
When we boarded the nearly empty plane, we weren't bothered.
Becca immediately dug into a book, and I placed my headphones on, deciding to do some quick writing for the upcoming album. Our deadline was early August and so far we were halfway done.
In the last few weeks, inspiration was abundant and I couldn't write down the material fast enough.
"Any number one hits?" Becca asked taking a break from her book.
She had been quiet, and completely consumed in her romance novel.
Now an hour into the ride, she was turning to me.
By now, I was no longer writing songs, but random thoughts and ideas.
"I hope so." I said honestly.
"What do you write about?"
"My experiences." I said honestly. "And things I want too."
"Like what?" she asked.
"Buy the album." I teased and she nudged me with her shoulder.
I smiled.
"What are you reading?"
She turned the book and showed me.
"Love Unscripted." I read. "What's that about?"
"A girl who falls in love with a celebrity."
I looked back at her in disbelief. I felt she was joking.
"Really." She said. "See." She turned the cover so I could see it.
"And why are you reading this?" I asked flipping the giant book in my hand.
"To see if she gets it right."
"And does she?"
"Not so far." She said.
"What does she say?"
"Well the girl falls for an actor so it's a bit different. But basically chaos."
I smiled and turned from her.
"You should read something else." I noted.
"It was on sale." She said as if it justifies it, but it makes me think.
We don't really talk about my popularity- at least not on a grand scale.
I don't know if she even cares. She certainly cares about being photographed and seen with me, but does she even keep up with the stuff behind the scenes?
Did she glance at my Twitter or read the fan blogs?
I didn't want her too, especially since she knew me personally and could ask any question but I was curious. Had she heard the ridiculous rumors or my supposed womanizer ways?
"Hey Becca?" I called, turning back to her.
She looked back at me with her soft eyes.
"Question for you?" I asked.
"What?"
"Do you ever...like...read the fan blogs?"
"Read the fan blogs on what?"
"On me. The band."
"Why?" she asked quietly.
"Because I want to know." I said honestly.
She swallowed and turned from me. I could see her bite her lip nervously.
I had the answer.
"Would it bother you if I did?" She asked a second later.
I shook my head no. "I just don't get why you would. You have the access." I said softly. "If you have questions or whatever, you can ask them.You know that right?"
"That's not why I do it." She said and I gave her my full attention.
"I like seeing you. And supporting you." She said softly. "You always ask about my schooling and what I have going on with papers and stuff...for you, it's your music and I like seeing some of the stuff. Your fans are really nice and they write such nice things to you daily...plus, there are times when you aren't available and working...and I don't know...sometimes seeing a fan photo with you satisifies that."
I felt myself smile. It was nice to know she actually missed me, and was concerned with what I was doing in our off time. She was on my mind a lot and she was right, I was curious about her life. This wasn't just good sex for me. I genuinely considered her a good friend at this point. This girl I had come to know was quite wonderful.
She continued to look at me expectantly, waiting on my response.
I turned to her.
"Well...would you like me to send you a selfie then, when I'm working?" I asked. My tone was playful and I was half joking. I wasn't exactly a selfie guy.
"You should actually." She said. "Who wouldn't want to see those green eyes look back at them?"
"I thought my eyes sucked?" I asked, reminding her of her words a few weeks earlier in Bangkok.
"Little white lie." She said. And then, she hummed the melody of my song of the same title.
I grinned. That was what I enjoyed about her.
She was always unpredictable, and open with me. There was no fear in letting me get to know her true self.
I handed her the book back. "Here, get back to your love story."
She tapped my journal. "Get back to work."
"Yes Ma'am."
A couple hours later, we were both sleeping, and a few hours after that, we were in New York.
"Finally home." Becca said with an appreciative sigh as we walked through the private exit back into the world.
"Second home." I emphasized.
"It might be home one day." She said with a smile.
"Really?" I asked curiously. "So you are considering moving here long term?"
"It would be good for my publishing dreams, but like I've said...who knows the future."
I agreed with her.
"Would you come visit me?"
"In New York?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"If it wasn't the winter."
She giggled. "London is just as cold I'm sure in the winter."
I nodded yes. "It is quite cold, but I don't know...New York chill is something else. I was dying in December when we were doing promotions."
"Well I'll get you a nice cup of Hot Chocolate and keep you warm by the fire."
"Yeah with the Pouges playing on the stereo?"
"Fairtytale of New York? Deal." She said.
I stuck my pinky out and she wrapped hers around mine.
Pinky-Sweared.
When we arrived at the Ludlow hotel on the East Side of New York City , it was close to noon.
"What time do you have to meet your friends?" I asked Becca as soon as we settled.
"Three." she said.
I looked at her in confusion.
"Why so early?"'
"We're doing a few things." she said casually.
"Like what?" I asked. I was bent down, shifting through my luggage. I had packed enough for one night only, but I wasn't sure what I wanted to wear today.
"We're going to an early dinner then going to see Jurassic World since it comes out today. Then I think later we're heading to a club or something. I don't really know."
"A club?" I asked in slight discontent. I turned and looked at her.
Images of her in Las Vegas came back to me. I was by no means a jealous guy, but Becca was a catch- even though she didn't realize it- and I didn't know her friends.
Who knew what would become of more clubbing and their influences?
Besides, in the back of my mind, in a thought that we hadn't really discussed, I just figured we would fuse together. She could be with her friends and I could be with mine; but we would do it together. Maybe it was time to stop hiding whatever this was so much. For now, we were obviously apart of each other's lives.
As I picked up a shirt, my eyes locked with hers. We hadn't really discussed our plans, but now I was seeing we probably should have. I didn't really want her at some club; especially not while I was in town too.
"I thought you were coming out with me and my friends tonight?" I questioned in confusion. "I figured you and your friends would meet us." I said.
She looked back at me blankly- this time, she was the one confused.
"I didn't know you and your friends were going out. I know you said you might see them, but I thought it was just going to be you and Jeff hanging out tonight."
"No, I'm meeting Jeff and Glenne but I have some other friends in town too. We're all going to dinner and then there's a thing later."
"What kind of thing?"
I shrugged. "A party I guess...I don't know. I didn't really get too many details."
"Oh." she said. "Well at this party...who will be there? Celebrities or regular people?"
I chuckled at her word choice.
Everybody was a regular person, we just had stupid rumors and no privacy attached to us. I quickly clued her in on that thought.
"We're all regular people Bec."
"You know what I mean." she said with narrowed eyes.
I narrowed mine as well, matching her impatient tone.
"It's going to be some people that have public jobs yes."
She pulled off her shirt and shuffled through her bag. Her cream bra would have usually drew my attention, but her sudden reaction to the celebrity thing held me.
"Well then no." she said quietly. "Go and have fun."
I read her tone. "And what does that mean?"
"It means go have fun-"
"No." I said cutting her off. "Why did you say it like that? What is this thing with celebrities?"
"There's no thing." she said quickly. "I would just rather hang out with my friends is all."
"You would rather hang out with your friends, then hang with me?" I questioned. "We could all just hang out together. Ya know...blend it together. It would be easier."
This time she chuckled.
"Yeah...Me blend with them...don't think that's going to happen." she mumbled under her breath.
And what the hell did that mean?
"Becca, nobody would care if you came." I emphasized.
"I would care." She said.
I sighed, but said nothing more. I didn't get her insecurities but this was a conversation I didn't really want to have.
I really liked her so far, and something told me if we went down this road, part of my opinion could possibly change.
I didn't like the stigma she was holding on to about celebrities, and I couldn't help but think- what did she really think of me?
I turned from her and we both continued to dig through our bags so that we could change.
"Where are you meeting your people?" I asked after a minute.
"At my buddy's house." she said vaguely.
"Where?" I asked for more specifics. This may have been New York-her second home-, but she was a young and pretty girl. She didn't need to be running around New York by herself.
She shrugged but didn't answer.
I looked back at her trying to get a read on her. Something was suddenly off.
I wanted to address it, but I needed a shower more.
After that long flight, I felt disgusting.
I watched her as I gathered my last little things.
"You're being very cryptic." I noted. I was half joking, but half serious as well.
She was being awfully sercetive and for someone who had only knew about this trip for one day, she had sure made plans quickly.
"How?" she asked.
"You just keep saying your friends and you're not giving me details."
"Details like what? I told you about what we're doing." she asked in confusion.
"Yeah but I don't know where you're going or who you'll be with. I just want to make sure you're good tonight. I don't need to worry about you not being safe."
She smiled. "Well thanks dad for the concern," she joked. "But, it's not like you know any of my friends, so I won't use their names."
"Well still....why are you guys going to a club? We're leaving back out tomorrow." I reminded her.
She stood up, unbuttoning her jeans. "What does that have to do with anything?" she asked softly.
"I'm just saying...if your planning on getting drunk or something it's a pretty stupid idea."
She smiled. "Trust me, I can hold my liquor. And I don't plan on being drunk. I'm just going out." she said simply.
"So are you meeting me later or no?"
"I guess we'll see but probably not." she guessed. "I'm not driving or even taking a taxi so i'll kind of be on someone else's time."
I shook my head 'okay'.
"Well can you text me, when you know? We need a game plan. I'm going to be out, but as I said, I don't know all the exact details yet either...but I need to know if I should plan on meeting you back here, or at a different location."
"Probably here." she said.
"How long do you think you'll be out?" I questioned as a final thought.
"I want to be back here by midnight." she said.
I relaxed then. If she was going to a club, she would be home before any of the weirdos came out.
"Alright." I said. I headed for the bathroom.
Well there went that.
I had planned to spend the night with her, but first I wanted to let her meet a couple of my New York friends.
Yet, she was practically running out of the hotel room.
I definitely got it, since she spent most of the year here and she probably did miss her friends, but what about our time together...she could always visit with them tomorrow when I went with Jeff to look at houses.
I quickly hopped in the shower and turned the water heat on high.
The water and the pressure relaxed my sore muscles.
As I reached for my shampoo, I heard the bathroom door open.
"Hey Harry?" Becca called.
"Yeah?" I called back.
"I'm getting ready to leave. I'll call you okay?"
I instantly pulled the shower curtain back. I was about to respond, when I took in her outfit. She was dressed pretty nice to be meeting friends.
As I examined her floral dress, black leather jacket and the heels in her hand, I suddenly wondered if boys would be whereever she was going. She hadn't specified.
Her breasts were pushed up and she had quickly added some charcoal liner to her eyes. Barbara Palvin on a Loreal commercial quickly came to mind.
"Um..where are you going?" I asked. My tone sounded jealous and I didn't even try to hide it.
She looked down at her outfit, reading my tone. Then she looked back up at my eyes, who were still taking her in.
Who the hell was this?
This was not the shy girl in the Bangkok hotel who was scared to show her legs.
She smiled.
"With my friends. I told you."
"With friends... Like that?"
"This isn't even sexy." she argued with a continued smile.
I completely disagreed.
Her tan oiled legs stared back at me and the swell of her breasts were on full display.
She looked so.damn.good.
"I thought you said you had to meet them at three?" I asked her quickly.
"I need to run to the store. Grab some items."
"Like what, condoms?"
She giggled and ignored my expression.
"Stop." she scolded playfully. "I'll call you okay?" she asked softly.
No. It wasn't okay.
However, she was grown and I couldn't exactly stop her even though she was dressed that way.
"Becca, please be safe." I warned. "And don't do anything...crazy."I mumbled.
"Of course." she came to me and gave me a quick kiss. The water from my face didn't even dampen her lip gloss.
She ran a quick hand through my wet hair in small possession.
"Bye babe." she said softly. "Don't you get into any trouble."
She definitely didn't need to worry. Looking at her, I was quite satisified with what i'd be coming home too and man I wished I could have shown her off tonight.
She turned away from me.
"Are you sure you don't want to meet me later?" I called out one final time.
"I don't know what i'm doing. But we'll figure it out. I'll text you!" she said.
I said nothing more as she opened the bathroom door and walked out, her vanilla perfume trailing behind her.

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