You Would Know

Abby Smith is a shy and kind-hearted 18 year old girl that lives in London, England. Although she doesn't show it, she is hiding very many emotions and feelings. Will she let her emotions out when she runs into national superstar and One Direction band member, Harry Styless and goes through Hell and back, just to be with him?


31. Fun Day

Harry's P.O.V.

After a short nap, Abby decided to take a shower while I made us some lunch. I remembered that I had forgotten my phone upstairs. I walked up the steps and heard singing from the shower. It was Abby. She was singing 'I'm Yours' by Jason Mraz. She was amazing. I walked to the door, putting my ear against it. She was probably one of the best female singers I've ever heard.
I opened the door slowly, slipping into the bathroom to hear better. She finished the song and began singing 'Hey Soul Sister' by Train. She sounded angelic. I leaned against the sink.
"I didn't know you could sing." I said, when she finished the song. She slung open the curtain, poking her soap covered head out.
"Harry! What are you doing in here?" She looked embarrassed.
"I heard you singing."
"Oh, God. Was it that loud?" She said, putting her hand on her forehead.
"You have a beautiful voice." She laughed and closed the curtain.
"You're funny."
"I'm being serious." And I was. "Why haven't you ever sang in front of me?"
"I never thought about it. And I never thought I was any good anyways."
"You're one of the best I've heard."
"You're joking, right?" She said, in disbelief.
"No. I would never lie to you." I started to take my clothes off. She looked back out.
"What the hell?!" She said, looking away.
"I shower too." I giggled.
"You can shower after me."
"But what about saving the environment? Conserving water? Isn't that important?"
"Yes, but-"
"Then I'm getting in with you!" I said, opening the curtain.
"Harry!" She squealed and covering her nude and wet body.
"We're going to be married. It's fine."
"Well, we're not married yet, are we?"
"If you love me, you'll let me in."
"But-" she couldn't think of a comeback. "Fine."
"Yay!" I said, like a little kid. I jumped in the shower with her. She just stood there with her right arm covering her breasts and her left hand covering her crotch. "Why are you covering up?"
"Because I don't want you to see me naked."
"Why not?"
"Because I just don't."
"Well, that's not a good argument, now is it?" I said, walking towards her. She started to back away until I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me. She squealed.
"What?" I laughed. I had her wrapped with my arms. Since her arms were being used to cover her privates, she couldn't push away.
"Let me go!"
"Why?" I whined.
"Because I have to shower!"
"Boop." I poked her bum with my finger.
"Stop it!" She laughed.
"Boop. Boop. Boop!" I kept poking her bum. She let out a loud laugh. I loved it.
"Please let me go." She whined, laying her head on my bare chest.
"You have to get away yourself."
"I can't!" She said, wiggling.
"Use your arms."
"No! Then you'll see my privates!"
"Then I guess you'll just be stuck like this forever then." She sighed. She looked up to me with a pouting face.
"Please." She said.
"It's hard to resist that face, but no. I'm sorry."
"Hmph." Her puppy dog face turned into a frown. She looked away.
"Look at me." I said, sternly.
"What?" She said, in a frustrated voice. Her eyes returned to mine.
"I love you. You can be naked in front of me. I don't care what your body looks like. You're perfect on the inside, and that's all that matters. You're a beautiful person, inside and out. And I couldn't ask for anything better." She smiled and kissed me sweetly.
"This is the last time I'm ever going to shower with you." She moved her arms and pushed me away. To my surprise, she didn't return her arms to her body. She just stood there in her perfect nude. I forced myself to not look at her body. I kept my eyes in contact with hers.
"You are beautiful, in every single way." I sang. She smiled and looked at the ground. "The way you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know, you don't know you're beautiful."
"Good one." She laughed. I smiled. We stood there staring into each other's eyes. I walked back towards her, but this time, she didn't back away. She just stood there and stared.
"You really are beautiful." I whispered. My face was hardly an inch away from hers. She didn't say anything. She just stood there and stared at me. I leaned down to kiss her until I felt water hit my face. I wiped and opened my eyes. There Abby stood, grinning. I scoffed a little. She laughed. Just as I reached for her, she jumped out of the shower. I ran after her. We were both still completely naked. I chased her down the stairs, almost slipping on every step. I kept up with her though. She ran into the kitchen and I followed. There she stood, with a can of whipped cream in her hand. She smirked and I ran in the other direction. I could hear her right behind me. I ran right out the door, completely nude.
"Harry! What the hell are you doing?!" She yelled after me. I just laughed and kept running around the yard. Good thing we had a tall fence.
"No one can see us!"
"You don't know that!"
"You think someone is going to be able to see over this 8 foot tall fence?" I called. She shrugged her shoulders and ran after me. She quickly caught up to me, spraying whipped cream in my face from behind.
"My eyes!" I yelled. I fell to the ground.
"Harry!" I heard Abby scream, who was already on the other side of the yard. She quickly returned to me. "Harry! I'm so sorry! Baby, are you okay?" I mumbled something, causing her to lean in closer. "Huh?" I grabbed the can out of her hand, spraying the cream in her face, laughing. "Harry! You little faker! I thought you were hurt!" She said, wiping her eyes. I leaned up and licked some of the cream off of her cheek. She smiled and kissed me. The kiss soon turned into more. There we were, making out on our front yard, naked. I forgot about the whipped cream, but Abby didn't. Next thing I knew, I was being sprayed in the face again. I heard her laugh and then the front door slam. I wiped my eyes to where I could see and ran into the house. Abby was nowhere in sight. I tiptoed to the kitchen, washing my face free of the whipped cream. I wiped my face off with a dishtowel and turned around. There Abby was, standing in nothing but one of my plaid buttonups. She looked so sexy. She had something behind her back. I put my hand out, indicating for her to give me whatever it was. She smiled and shook her head. She pulled out the can of whipped cream. I started to back away. "I'm not going to spray your face. I promise." She said, sticking her pinky finger out. I intertwined it with mine, sealing the promise. She walked to me. She took the cream and wrote something out on my torso. After she was done, I looked down. It read: "I love you" in cursive. I smiled. She took her finger and dabbed a dot of whipped cream on my nose. I scrunched it up and she giggled. She got closer and licked the cream off of my nose. Her tongue traveled down to my neck, giving me small love bites everywhere. She was to my chest now. She started to lick off the message on my torso, tracing it in the exact same way she wrote it. After cleansing me with her tongue, her lips crashed into mine. I picked her up, legs wrapped around my waist. I carried her to the couch and layed her down. My kiss moved from her mouth to her neck, nibbling on her still damp skin. Her hips were thrusting into the air. I layed my nude body down on hers. Her fingers were pulling tightly on my curls. "I want you." She moaned. I nodded and did the deed.
What a fun day.
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