We laid in the bath in each other’s arms. The turned off shower head was back up on the wall, clean towels covering our shivering bodies as we curled up together in the bath, more towels folded under our heads as pillows. We were facing each other, the warmth from the towels and each other’s bodies heating us up slowly. I cuddled into Harry, his large hand rising to tuck stray strands of my hair behind my ear, giving himself a clear view of my face. I smiled sheepishly as his nose brushed against mine, eyes sparkling.
“I think I know why the urge isn’t so strong today,” I finally mumbled.
“Why’s that?” Harry asked, his hand stroking my cheek.
“I’ve been letting off a lot of steam this morning,” I explained. “I’ve let go of the energy I would have used as this beast by running around the flat. It’s like at training. By doing exercise I’m using the energy that the beast craves. I’m stopping myself from turning.”
“We should do this stuff more often then,” Harry mumbled seductively.
“Maybe we should, Styles,” I muttered. “But next time I get to chase you.”
Harry left a trail of kisses along my jawline as I spoke, growling softly in my ear in response to my teasing, his fingers now at my spin, tracing it softly.
“I can’t wait,” his raspy tone whispered.
A groan of approval fell through my lips as I felt his lips press into the skin under my ear. His touch slid up my back until his fingers were running through my hair. My lips parted as his fingernails scratched lightly at my scalp. I released a long sigh before Harry growled into my neck, suddenly fisting the hair on the back of my head. A grunt was forced from me, Harry’s long fingers taking advantage to my weak spots. He knew what this action does to me. He knows me too well.
I finally felt his fingers slip from my hair, his arm snaking back around me to tug me closer to him again. Just the feeling of Harry’s damp skin on mine caused heat to rush through my body. I was confused as to what it was: love or this beast in me. But I didn’t feel threatened, nor did my body ache for the taste of blood. I was feeling love. I hadn’t felt that properly in a long time.
I could sense Harry was getting more excited by the second. He suddenly rolled us over, Harry on top of me in the bath. I breathed heavily before his upper body rose from mine, my shorter frame trapped between his thighs. He smiled as his hands slowly trailed down my upper body, pushing the towel down to my waist. My heart beat wildly as his touch landed at the hem of his hoodie I was still wearing. My nervous gaze watched him peel the material from my stomach. Any moment now I knew I would have to stop this. The tingles had already begun in my muscles, heat burning my skin.
Harry had now revealed my stomach and chest, motioning for me to raise my body from the bath. I did as he wanted, keeping my mind focused on the words Harry had told me at our training sessions. Control. That’s all I wanted.
The wet hoodie was tugged over my head, Harry throwing it to the floor of the bathroom. I laid back down in just my bra, drips of water from his curls landing on the bare skin of my stomach as he bowed his head, eyes on his crossed arms over his torso, fingers curled under his own shirt. My hands rested on his muscles thighs, letting them rub gently at the wet denim. A seductive smirk adorned Harry’s perfect features, wet curls flopping around his face. I held my breath as he pulled up the wet material, quickly revealing his muscled stomach and toned chest. I stared up at him, my bottom lip nibbled at by my teeth.
Harry’s lust-filled eyes flickered up to meet mine once he was shirtless, his t-shirt joining the hoodie on the bathroom floor. Once our eyes met warmth spread out under my skin. My eyes took in his newly revealed skin, the light of the room glistening off of it. My hand was soon taken in his, Harry pressing my palm into his chest. I let out a sigh as Harry’s back bent, his upper body leaning down to me, his hand still keeping mine to his skin. I gazed into his eyes, Harry’s other hand on the towel beside my head. I smiled sheepishly as Harry’s body caged over mine.
“Say if you want me to stop,” he mumbled, “if it gets too much.”
I didn’t trust my voice at the moment. I just nodded. His head dipped down to my neck, his nose gently nudging at my jawline, indicating for me to tilt my head. I did as he wanted, feeling his hot breath fan over my skin.
I tried calming the heat burning in my body, this much intimacy coaxing the beast from under my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut, hearing the beast snarling in my ears. Harry’s lips pressed lightly to my neck, eliciting a small whimper from me. I could feel my muscles stretching inside of me, my gums slowly ripping open for my larger teeth. I breathed in deeply, picturing myself back up onto the roof of that house, gazing at the small cottage. Harry was with me this time, my body curled up in his arms. He was whispering comforting words in my ear, his body heat mingling with mine. I felt warm, loved, safe with Harry up here. He was protecting me from this cruel world. And I knew I had to do the same for him. Because we loved each other.
Back in the bath tub I could feel myself relaxing, my muscles loosening in me. The beast’s words were distant from me now, my long teeth growing back to their usual shape. I grinned at myself. I had control. I’m doing it. I’m pushing away the beast.
Harry’s lips were hovering over mine. He rubbed his bottom lip to my own, groaning softly at the feeling.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he whispered, his eyes falling closed. A corner of my mouth tugged up as the gap between our lips decreased slowly. We were finally gonna have our first kiss, our first proper kiss.
I could feel his lips grazing mine. I let out a small groan, Harry’s breaths fanning over my lips. He brushed his lips to mine one final time before letting his warm tongue glide across my bottom lip. I quickly reached up, fisting the wet curls on his head. A groan vibrated between us as Harry opened his eyes to lock with mine, pouting his lips to kiss me for the first time.
But we were stopped. Harry suddenly let out a deep sigh, his ringtone bursting out through the flat. My heart sank in my chest as he pulled back his lips before pressing his forehead tight to mine.
“Shit,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Rosie. I have to get this.”
Harry’s upper body rose from me, my shocked body watching Harry reluctantly climb off of me. We were about to have our first proper kiss in this relationship and he had to stop it just to get his phone? Rage coursed through my body as Harry climbed out of the bath.
I quickly reached out, grasping his hand. My upper body rose from the bath as I tugged roughly on Harry’s arm.
“Don’t just leave it like that,” I said harshly. “We were so close. Come back in and we’ll try again.”
“I wish I could, Rosie,” he spoke, trying to pull his hand from mine, “but you don’t understand. I really need to get this.”
“Why is it so important all of a sudden?!” I yelled. “Surely whoever it is they can wait for a bit.”
I pulled on his hand, but Harry sternly resisted, his face holding a frown. His ringtone was still blaring out from outside the bathroom as I tried getting him to ignore it.
“Who is it that’s so important then, Harry?” I asked. “It’s clearly more important than our relationship!”
“You know that’s not true, Rosie,” he replied sternly.
“Then ignore it,” I ordered, squeezing his hand tight in mine. Harry’s head turned to face the door before glancing back to me, his lip nervously between his teeth.
“I can’t,” he mumbled, finally prying his hand from mine.
“Don’t you even want this?!” I practically screamed. Why was this phone call so important to him? I was so close to having full control, the one thing I’ve wanted my whole life, the one thing we’ve been training for for a while now. It hurt that it meant so little to him.
“I want this more than anything, Rosie. I really do. It’s just…”
His sentence died away, the ringtone final stopping.
“For God sake, Rosie,” Harry grumbled irritably, blaming me for missing the call. He spun around, sprinting back into the bedroom. He slammed the door behind him, making me feel secluded from him, pushed away from him. My heart ached at the feeling as I sat there in the bath tub, shivering madly. Since this morning Harry’s been distant from me with these phone calls. It was like he’s changed overnight. Something was going on. And I didn’t like it.
I slowly pulled the bathroom door open an inch, peering around the wood to try and listen in on Harry’s secret phone call. His side was to me as he sat on the edge of our bed, one hand covering his face. His phone was pressed to his ear as Harry rubbed his forehead with his other hand in annoyance.
“I know you told me to pick up the first time you rang. Yeah, I understand you’re busy, but…”
A long sigh was forced through Harry’s lips as he was cut off. Loud shouting burst out of Harry’s phone as he pulled it back from his ear. He ran his fingers through his curls, waiting for the harsh words to stop exploding from the speaker.
“You’re gonna have to find someone else, Harry,” a gruff voice spat down the phone.
Harry pressed it back to his ear, the colour draining from his cheeks. “No, please,” Harry pleaded. “I need this. Don’t hang up. Just give me one more chance. Please, man. This is important…”
The phone call ended. There was a long hesitation before the phone slipped from Harry’s hands and landed on the floor by his feet. Harry rested his elbows on his thighs. He buried his face into his hands, screaming out angrily into them. He kicked his phone away from him in anger, grunting irritably.
I closed the door back up silently, my gaze lowering to my feet. I shuffled back to the bath, perching on the edge of it. With my arms wrapped around my shivering upper body, I nibbled at my bottom lip. It was my fault for that phone call ending badly. If I’d let Harry go get it then that wouldn’t have happened. But I was so angry at him for just dropping everything to get the phone. I had every right to be mad with him surely. Who was that on the phone? He sounded horrible. Why was Harry getting involved with someone like that?
I sighed to myself, my chin pressed to my chest. I didn’t know what to do. Do I confront Harry and start another argument, or do I let it go? But I wanted to know about the secret phone calls. Why hasn’t he told me? Does he not trust me?
Suddenly the bathroom door swung open, lightly hitting the wall behind it. I continued staring down at my lap until I felt a warm material wrap around my back. I gazed up at Harry as he covered my shivering torso with a fresh towel, giving me an apologetic smile. He pressed a warm kiss to my forehead before crouching down in front of me. His hands left the towel to hang on my shoulders, his touch landing on my knees.
“I’m sorry, Rosie,” he mumbled, head tilted up slightly to gaze at me. “I shouldn’t have just left it like that. I really want to kiss you. Honestly I do. Nothing is more important than our relationship. I promise you that. That stupid phone call isn’t worth fighting about. I’m sorry.”
I smiled weakly down to him, cupping his head in my hands. Harry’s eyes fell closed at my touch, letting out a long, satisfied breath. I noticed goose bumps were all over his torso, his skin pale with the cold. I let my hands fall to his shoulders and then his arms, rubbing them to warm him up.
“Let’s get dry,” I murmured, watching Harry’s eyes flicker open again. A smile crept onto my face as our eyes met, my hands squeezing his arms. “I wanna see you out of them clothes.”
“Right, we have a choice,” Harry started, turning his head around to look at me.
“Go for it,” I replied, lying back on the sofa, my head resting on the arm, hair still wet from earlier. I was wearing another on of Harry’s large hoodies and a pair of sport shorts. I crossed my ankles as I laid out, smirking at Harry crouched down in front of the TV.
“We have either Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows,” he suggested, raising the DVD cover in the air to show me. I nodded slowly, eyeing up the other DVD in his hand. “Or Indiana Jones: Raiders of the lost ark.”
The other DVD cover was shown to me, a wide grin spread out across Harry’s face as his eyes wandered up and down my spread out body on the sofa. My eyes flickered between the two covers, my bottom lip wedged between my teeth as I thought. Harry sat back on his heels as he waited for me to choose.
“Sherlock,” I finally decided, watching as Harry put the DVD into the player and grabbed the remote from the TV stand. His tall frame stood up and quickly approached me taking up the whole sofa. His empty hand was soon offered to me, his eyes sparkling. I took it instantly, Harry tugging at my arm.
“Get up,” he said, pulling me off of the sofa. Once I was standing, Harry collapsed onto the sofa, his body lying in the exact same position I was in.
“And where am I gonna sit?” I asked, arms crossed over my chest. Harry’s large hands patted his stomach, gazing intently up to me.
“Lie on me,” he suggested, arms outstretched to embrace me.
I smirked down to him, taking up his inviting offer. A smile grew on Harry’s lips as I lowered myself on top of him, his arms snaking around my body. I shuffled down his tall frame for my head to rest on his chest. Harry let out a long breath, relaxing his body under mine. The hair on the back of my head was lightly fiddled with as we watched the adverts on the screen. I groaned softly as he tugged, eliciting a small chuckle from Harry. I nestled my cheek into the material of his clean t-shirt, breathing in his sweet smelling scent. I didn’t care about watching the film. I was just content lying here on top of Harry, his arms wrapped around me.
A few minutes into the film Harry began shifting under me. I lifted my head from his chest as Harry yanked his phone out of his back pocket. He brought it up just in front of his face, the screen lighting up. My heart sank in my chest. He quickly began tapping at the screen, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. The film was distant in the background as I glared up to Harry who was completely oblivious to my presence.
I let out a long sigh as he continued to ignore me and rested my head back down onto his chest. I tried focusing back on Robert Downey Jr. but the tapping noise emanating from the phone above my head was constantly in my ears. Harry laughed softly after his phone vibrated in his hand once again before typing back his response. I looked back up at him, my chin pressed to his chest.
“Harry,” I murmured, a hint of irritation in my voice.
I was completely ignored, Harry’s eyes scanning the screen in front of him. Anger began bubbling away under my skin as Harry blanked me out, his full focus on the text conversation he was having when we was supposed to be watching a film with me. It was meant to be our time together, but since this morning I’ve just been second place to that phone of his.
“For fuck sake, Harry!” I spat, pushing my body off of his. His eyes flickered up from the screen to watch me clamber off of him.
“What, Rosie?” he asked innocently, the phone still clutched tightly in his hand.
I stood over him, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. I opened my mouth to argue back, to say a hundred things I would regret afterwards, but Harry’s phone vibrated again, capturing his attention once more. I stood there, watching him causally reply to the text. I felt a heavy pressure behind my eyes, tears threatening to spill out.
“Who is it, Harry?” I asked quieter. His eyes flickered up to me, his face falling at the sight of my tears. “Is there someone else?”
I felt my voice quiver at the thought. A tear quickly fell down my face before I swiped it away, wanting to keep my strong stance. I wasn’t going to give into my emotions. I wanted to find out what was going on.
“What do you mean ‘someone else’?” he asked, his hands lowering the phone down to his chest.
“You know what I mean,” I spat.
His phone vibrated once more, but Harry’s eyes remained locked with mine, a confused expression morphed on his face. His upper body rose from the sofa, the phone falling to the floor. I lowered my gaze as Harry stood up, his tall frame shadowing mine. I noticed Harry’s hand rise to my face, but I took a step back, knowing that I would easily fall for his touch. A hurt expression flickered over Harry’s face as I refused his touch, his arm lowering back to his side.
“You think I’m seeing someone else?” he asked, taking a step into me.
My eyes glanced up at his face before lowering to his chest again, nodding slowly. Before I could stop him, his hands cupped either side of my neck, trying to tilt my head back up to face him. I let him, our eyes locking instantly.
“Rosie, there’s no one else, I promise,” he muttered, wiping my unwanted tears away with the back of his hand before resting it back on my neck.
“Then who was that?” I asked, my gaze lowering to Harry’s phone lying on the floor.
“It’s no one,” Harry murmured, refusing to look me in the eye. “It’s not important.”
“It’s clearly more important than spending time with me,” I bit back, pulling my head back from his hands. I could feel myself getting angrier by the second, heat beginning to burn my skin. A few feet were between me and Harry now, Harry nibbling at his bottom lip.
“There’s no one more important than you, Rosie,” he said sweetly.
His hand rose again to cup my cheek, but I turned my head away, Harry’s hand hovering by my skin. He breathed in deeply as he pulled back, his gaze lowering to his feet.
“I’m gonna turn this off and go back to bed,” I mumbled, turning to crouch down in front of the TV.
“Don’t, Rosie,” Harry pleaded, placing a warm hand on my shoulder to spin me back around. “Look…”
Harry quickly turned and bent down to his phone, showing me as he turned it off.
“I’ll turn it off and we can watch the rest of the film together, yeah?”
I watched as the phone finally shut down, the light on the screen dying out. He threw the phone back to the sofa, placing both palms into my cheeks.
“Please,” he whispered.
Harry was lying behind me, his body sandwiched between the back of the sofa and me. His arm had slid around my waist, my back pressed to his firm chest. His teeth began nibbling softly at my ear as I tried watching the film.
“Harry,” I groaned, squirming playfully at his touch. “Get off me. I’m trying to watch the film.”
“But I’m bored of it now,” Harry whined into my ear, his arm tightening around me to tug me back into him. “Let’s do something more exciting.”
“Like what?” I asked in amusement, shuffling around on the sofa to face him. Harry reached up to weave his fingers through my hair, his gaze following his hand.
“I dunno,” he muttered, his plump bottom lip taken between his teeth. “We never got to finish what we were doing in the bath.”
My heart began racing in my chest, his gaze finally drifting to meet mine. His fingers gradually closed around my hair, a corner of his mouth slowly curling up.
“I’m all yours now, Rosie,” he murmured. “You ready to try again?”