Fame

Harry and I laid in the bed for a little while just holding each other, embracing finally being in each other's arms again. Someone knocking on the door made both Harry and I jump, then laugh. Harry kissed my cheek before rolling out of bed, slipping on a pair of boxers and answering the door.
“Get ready, breakfast is downstairs in 10 minutes” a manly voice said.
Harry didn't respond. He simply closed the door and came back to bed. When he climbed into the bed, he scooted close to me. He was propped up on his elbow, his other hand was caressing my bare stomach.
“I'm so happy you're here again” Harry said, in his deep, raspy morning voice.
I smiled at him and he placed a light kiss on my temple.
“I need to shower, I smell like airplane and sex” I said, sitting up.
Harry laughed and sat up too. One arm was still on my stomach. He wrapped the other around my waist from behind and pulled me into his lap.
“May I join you?” he whispered into my ear.
I giggled and nodded, and he jumped up suddenly and pulled me to the bathroom. I turned the hot water on and stepped in while Harry removed his underwear. I closed my eyes and put my head, covering my hair in water.
“Can I wash your hair for you?” Harry asked, gripping my hip bones which were jutting out a little more than usual.
I nodded and handed him the bottle of shampoo. I turned around and tilted my head a little as he poured some shampoo into his hand. He started at my hair line and massaged all around it, running his fingers through my scalp and scrubbing gently. After a few minutes, he turned me around and rinsed it all out. He applied conditioner from the middle of my hair down to the ends and rinsed that too.
“My turn” I smiled cheerfully when he was finished.
Harry grabbed my waist and spun us around so that he was under the faucet now. The water splashed onto his messy, curly hair, flattening it completely. His hair has grown a lot since I last saw him. When it's wet and straight, it's past his shoulders. I must tell Lou to chop some off. Lou is the boys hairdresser/hair stylist while on tour. Her full name is Louise Teasdale, but she's known as Lou around here.
I took the shampoo bottle off the shelf and squeezed some into my hands. Harry had to bend down so that I could reach the top of his head since he is 5'11 and I'm only 5'6. I scrubbed his hair completely and ran my finger through it to wash any grease out of it. Harry stood up straight and rinsed most of it himself since I couldn't reach. After turning off the tap, Harry hopped out first and wrapped a towel around his waist. When I stepped out, he was holding a towel open for me. He wrapped it tightly around me and ran his hands all over my back, trying to dry me off. I stared at his face while he did it. He looked down at me, obviously noticing my staring. He smiled, revealing his dimples, which made my smile grow. He placed both hands on the side of my face and lowered his until his lips met mine. Every kiss he gives me is so deep, so passionate, so full of love.

We left the bathroom and entered the main part of the hotel room again. I grabbed some nice white lace panties and a matching bra and slipped them on before dropping the towel. I loved the contrast between the white under garments and my now extremely tanned skin. I noticed Harry's eyes pop a little as he looked my body up and down. His facial expression quickly disappeared and was replaced by a look of horror and worry. I tried to brush off his reaction and continued to get dressed. I decided on a pair of light denim super skinny jeans, a loose white tank top, a cosy grey cardigan and grey Toms.
I decided against wearing makeup since my face is also extremely tanned. That's what I loved about being in California again. Any time I'm in the sun, even for a few minutes, I get a nice glow. I only started laying out in the garden with Gigi for the week she was home from hospital before I left, but that week made my skin at least ten times darker. My hair has also got a lot blonder too. I've always had light brown kinda blonde hair, but it's now much blonder than it was. I went to the bathroom and began to brush my hair when Harry appeared in the doorway.
“I can brush it for you” he offered.
I smiled which he returned and handed him the brush. I love getting my hair brushed, but something about Harry brushing my hair makes my scalp tingle. He's so gentle and careful with each stroke. When he was finished, he pulled the blow dryer off the wall and began drying my hair on the low heat. He didn't dry it completely, just until it wasn't soaking or dripping on the floor. He put the dryer back after quickly drying his hair a little too.
“Your hair is much longer and blonder than before” Harry said, picking up the brush again and running it though my hair again.
“I know I was just thinking that” I replied.
Harry looked nervous all of a sudden, like he had something to say but was afraid to say it.
“Are you okay?” I asked, turning around to look at him.
“I uhm.. Well I.. We.. need to talk about something.. later” he stuttered, but finally managed to say.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, my voice full of worry.
“I don't know.. We'll talk after breakfast” he said, before turning around and leaving the bathroom.

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