That One Night Sequel

A sequel to That One Night.
The return of someone makes things for Harry and Sarah's relationship not what they seem...
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31. Chapter 30


I woke up to someone carrying me. I opened my eyes to see Harry's face; he was carrying me from the couch to his bed.

"Hey," I whisper, my voice sore.

"Shhhhh," he says, kissing my forehead. He lays me down on the bed and returns with his quilt. He tucks it up to my chin but I sit up.

"I'm not tired," I say, attempting to be seductive. I smirk at him but need to sneeze so I grab a tissue from the table next to me. I blow my nose and sigh. I can hear Harry chuckling.

"Maybe some other time sweetie," he says, patting my leg. He starts to walk towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna run you a bath," he grins. 
He shuts the door and I hear him running the water. I wipe my eyes, getting rid of the stray makeup and attempt to brush my hair with my fingers. I must look horrible, I thought. I swing my legs out of bed and weakly walk into the bathroom. Harry is knelt on the floor, sleeves rolled to his elbows, checking the temperature of my bath.

"All ready," he stands waiting for me.

"Turn around," I tell him. He just laughs at me.

"Sarah I've seen you naked before," he smirks. My cheeks immediately blush.

"Just do it please," I pout. He reluctantly turns round still chuckling to himself. 
It feels good to take off my dirty clothes and step into the perfect water. I slip under the water, wetting my hair and washing my face. When I come back up for air Harry is sat on the chair opposite me.

"How are you feeling now?" He asks me.

"Much better," I sigh, leaning my head back. I rest it against the side of the bath and close my eyes.

"You know if you fall asleep I'll have to carry you out naked," Harry chuckles. My eyes shoot open quickly enough to see the cheeky look on his face. I laugh at him.

"Could you wash my back for me," I ask. He moves over to me as I spin round, my back facing him. I find a bobble off the side and tie my long hair up into a bun. 
Suddenly I feel his hands on me, lathered with soap. His soft fingers move up and down my back, occasionally stroking the back of my neck. Then his strong hands grab my shoulders, starting a deep neck massage. I moan unexpectedly.

"Wow that wasn't what I expected," Harry laughs. My cheeks burn.

"It just feels nice," I state. 
Soon enough I can feel my eyes starting to droop again and I turn around. Harry grabs a white fluffy towel and holds it up. I just look at him.

"Ugh fine!" He says, closing his eyes. 
I slowly stand out of the bath, letting Harry's towelled arms envelope me. He starts drying me off and pulls my hair out of the bobble. Keeping it on his wrist he leads me to sit me down on the bed. 
Then delicately taking my hair he starts to plait it, his long fingers gliding through my hair. He then ties it at the end and walks to his drawer. He throws me a pair of his boxers and an old t-shirt. I slip them on quickly and lay on the bed. 
Harry leans over and tucks me, kissing my forehead as he does so. Then he lies next to me so my head rests against his chest.

"I don't know what I'm going to do without you again," I tell him. I hear him breathing slightly.

"It's only another five weeks before you can come and visit again," he says happily.

"That's a long time," I sigh.

"But we'll make it, we always do," he replies before turning the lamp off. 

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