Part 9

                                    

                                          

Harry Styles
I lunged forward pinning her to the couch.
"You think you scare me." She says teasing.
Looking down at her, I noticed how beautiful her eyes were. I looked down at her plump lips for just a moment. Out of instinct I start getting closer to her.
I feel my knees give out beneath me. I was now flipped with her. She had swept my legs with hers and got on top. She was now straddling me.
"Your move styles." she said smirking. 
I quickly rolled off the couch while holding onto her. I was on my feet now holding her to my chest, her legs wrapped around my waist. I walked her towards the opposite wall pinning her against it. 
"You wanna tell me now?"
She looks in my eyes acting like she's contemplating.
"You know what, I think I'm good." She says smiling. 
She takes this time to wrapped her arms around my head.
"You're such a tease."
"and what are you going to do about it?" 
I bring my face close to hers looking in her eyes.
We're both breathing in sync now. I watch her look down at my lips and back up to my eyes.
Suddenly I hear the door to the bunk slide open and I immediately drop her and step away. 
"Harry!" she says as I drop her.
Luckily she lands on her feet and we look somewhat normal.
"The bathrooms open by the way." Louis says looking between the both of us.
"Okay, uh we'll be in soon." I say trying to seem casual.
He closed the door and walked to his bunk.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to explain to anyone what we were doing so."
"So you dropped me." She said raising her eyebrows.
"Forgive me?" I smile back
"Only if you do me a favor."
"Deal." I say not knowing what it is.
She walks over and opens the door to the bunks and into the bathroom. 
She starts taking off her shirt the second we're both inside.
"Woah, what are you doing?" I ask nervously. I wasn't complaining, but this was escalating quickly. 
"Relax, I need you to replace my bandages." 
"Oh alright, yeah I can do that."
"Perv." she shoots back. 
She was standing in front of me in just a black lacy bra. I really was trying not to stare. From the sound of it, it doesn't sound like she's done much of anything with anyone. (not that if she had it would be okay for me to stare.) 
She turns around and bends over the sink a little to give me access.
Fuck I think to myself, what was she doing to me. 
I grab the bandages from the cabinet and start removing her old ones. One was right along where her bra sat. 
"Do you mind if I out of your bra, so I can remove this bandage? I ask.
"Go ahead. You can unhook it if you want, I'll hold the front."
This made me wonder what she's wearing when she gets abused. If the scars are this bad while she's wearing a shirt, he has to hit her pretty hard.