Underneath

…I flop back on the bed giggling. “I am not shagging you in my childhood bed!” I scream as he laughs, pretending to pull my clothes off. “Why?” he asks in mock horror. “Cos its weird! and you’re a perv by the way if no ones ever told you that!” I laugh, fighting to keep my clothes on.

“Is this about the sex party again?” he starts, managing to get the top button on my jeans undone. I scream with laughter, “stop! Harry Styles! don't make me have to hurt you!” I wrestle him onto his back and pin his hands down. He’s grinning so cutely that for a second, I seriously re-consider the whole sex in my childhood bed embargo.

Keeping hold of his wrists, I move my lips to his, kiss him gently, trying to take the lead for once. After a moment…”I missed you by the way,” he whispers quietly. I look into his eyes, trying to read if he’s genuine…the phone starts ringing…

…”Mum!” I say, slightly horrified to hear her voice. “Oh I thought you were going out tonight love?” she asks. “Yes but I wasn’t feeling that well so,” Harry steps up behind me, wrapping his arms round my waist, “Er…so I came home,” I finish a bit wobbly. “Oh thats no good sweetheart, you’ve not been feeling so great for a day or so now right?” She says loud enough for Harry to hear.

“It’s nothing, really, don't worry about it…” Harry starts to kiss my neck and I almost groan out loud. “I’ll just get some sleep and I’m sure it’ll be fine tomorrow.” I finish, desperate to get off the phone. “We can come back if you nee-“ mum starts. “No!” I screech. “No really! don't drive all that way now, stay at Grandmas tonight, I’ll be fine I promise.” I finish. Harry hesitates for a second too…

…”Well OK if you’re sure love,” she says still concerned. Phew! “Yes honestly mum I’m fine.” I say relived. “Do you want to talk to your dad?” she asks. “No really its-“ “Hello munchkin,” cuts in my dad. Gawd! Harry sniggers into my shoulder…

…My dad goes on and on till Harry is doubled up with silent sniggers. Maybe bringing him back here wasn’t the greatest idea after all! When My family have finally assured themselves that I’m not at deaths door, they get off the phone. I instantly yank the cord from the socket for safety.

“So munchkin,” starts Harry grinning, “whats for tea?” I check the possibilities. One portion of left over Shepherds pie for me and a tin of alphabet spaghetti. “Lets go out,” he says smiling.

We walk through the busy London streets. Harry keeps his head down, hood up. I’m amazed how many people just walk straight past him, lost in their own problems. “So theres this noodle guy me and Mia go to,” I say, as we round the corner, “He’s kind of special!”

Noodle guy doesn't let me down. He doesn't recognise Harry at all of course, just talks at us madly with crazy bloodshot eyes. The Council are giving him greif, the pigeons have it in for him, his wife crashed the Porshe etc etc…We get two boxes of steaming goodness and go to the little playground to eat it.

We sit on either end of the seesaw sucking up noodles. He pushes up a couple of times but eventually just leaves me hanging with legs dangling. “Hey, check out my chopstick chops,” he says scooping up a huge slithering pile which doesn't make it anywhere near his mouth. Most of it goes down his T-shirt, the sauce spraying all over his face.

I wolf-whistle enthusiastically at his idiocy. He nods like I'm seriously hot for him, “alright love, you’re only human!” he says, puffing his chest with a creepy wink.

We eat a bit more as I stay dangling on the high end of the seesaw. “This is quite some date,” he says smiling up at me. “You really know how to show a guy a good time!” “That's right babe,” I say, quietly backflipping that he used the word date! “Stick with me and you’ll go places!” I finish with another creepy wink…just like him.

“Well, we’re going someplace right now!” He says jumping off the seesaw without warning. I land expertly on my feet which seems to impress him a little. “This isn’t my first rodeo ya know!” I say sticking my tongue out. “where are we going?”…

…Oh my God! Wow! A stunning, rooftop swimming pool with the whole of London twinkling below us. I stand looking out over the traffic growling through the streets. Its unbelievable. “But I didn’t bring my costume!” I say turning…

…Harry’s already naked…(and the view is suddenly a hundred times better!) He shrugs and dives in. I mean, whats a girl to do?…

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