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if you're going to leave hateful comments on my work, just remove the book from your library and move on. i was so young when i wrote this, and i would change a lot of things now but it's my work. and it's who i was then, so I'm not going back and editing.

any and all hateful comments will be removed. if you don't like it, no one is forcing you to read it. write your own work if you really hate mine that much. thanks.

"Norah, please," Harry panted from behind me. "Please baby, just slow down and we can talk."

"Don't call me that," I sniffled, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. "And I don't want to talk anyway."

"You're going to catch a cold if we stay out here much longer!"

"Wouldn't it be great if I had a jacket?" I snapped. He stopped suddenly and when I slowed down, I saw he was just standing there, an expression of complete bewilderment on his face.

"Is that what this is about?" he asked quietly. I sniffled again and sneezed, my numb hands doing little to warm me as I wrapped my arms around my body.

He stepped closer but I took a step back. "Norah-"

"I'll meet you at home," I cut him off. "And take my shoes with you."

I tossed my Chuck Taylors at him and his eyes followed them, right until they hit the ground in front of him. Those green irises locked with mine and I felt a lurching feeling, then nothing at all.

I ran home in the rain. I was numb, soaked right down to my panties and completely exhausted, but I ran home anyway.

As soon as I stepped inside my house, the warm air wrapped around me and so did the strong arms of Harry Styles.

"Harry," I mumbled, pushing away from his equally wet body. "Stop it."

"Norah, I'm sorry," he sighed. "I'm sorry."

"No you're not," I hissed. "Quit apologizing and say something that actually has meaning."

He raised his eyebrows and blinked. "I...okay."

I rolled my eyes and jogged up the stairs, the sound of Harry's heavy boots following me all the way up to my bathroom.

"Let me help you shower," he insisted softly as he leaned in the doorway. "Please, you're going to catch a cold if you don't let me help you."

I nodded and peeled away all my dripping clothes until I was left in nothing but my underwear.

"Wait," he frowned, his hand wrapping around my arm. "You can't shower in your underwear."

"Why not?" I shot back. Hurt was clear on his features but he let out a deep breath and stripped off his clothes, his olive skin looking oddly pale under his goosebumps.

"You've never cared about me seeing you naked," he said quietly. I shrugged.

"Now I do."

He just nodded slightly and began washing my hair and body under the hot water, which stung a little so he shielded me from it with his body.

"Is it still too hot?" he asked quietly. I shook my head and he turned around to get something, revealing to me the bright red streaks running the length of his toned back.

"Harry," I said quietly. "What are these?"

"Scratch marks baby," he grinned. "Wanna take a guess where they're from?"

I blushed and looked down at my toes. "Me?"

He just laughed and continued to shower while I stood in the corner, staying as far away from the scalding water as I could.

"Norah," Harry frowned. "You're not going to warm up unless you get under the water."

I scooted back farther and he took a step towards me. "But it's too hot," I pouted.

"Princess," he sighed, running a hand through his dripping hair. "Come on, I'll make sure you're comfortable."

I took a cautious step forward and he wrapped his arms around my torso and carried me to the water, his body protecting mine from most of the water. Most.

"Harry," I whimpered as I turned my head away. Now the water was running down my legs towards my feet, which were the coldest part of me. "It hurts."

"Be patient, sweetheart." He rested his chin on the top of my head and let out a deep breath, his cold chest still pressed tightly against my back as I tried to breathe through the pain of my toes slowly thawing.

"Tell me why you were so angry earlier," he demanded softly. "Since you won't accept my apology."

"You gave her your jacket," I grumbled. He chuckled and I scowled a him.

"Sorry," he said quickly. "It's just a little silly, Nor."

I rolled my eyes and exited the shower angrily, making sure to slam the glass door in Harry's stupid face.

*

"Norah, come on," Harry laughed from the other side of the door. "This is ridiculous."

I was currently holding the door shut from one side while Harry was in the bathroom, trying to pull the door open from the other side.

"You know I'm not actually trying right?" he chuckled. "Come on. Don't make me use force on you, baby."

I let go at the same second he pulled harder so the door flew open and he fell against my bed with a loud thump.

"Shit," he groaned, giving me an evil glare from among my decorative pillows. "You're such a little devil child."

"It's a gift," I smiled sweetly. He flipped me off and stood up slowly, his hand still covering his head.

"Are you okay?" I asked with a frown, my playful attitude disappearing as I stepped closer. "Harry?"

He didn't respond so I moved even closer and was just reaching my hand towards him when he stood up to his full height and wrapped his strong arms around me, his lips forcing themselves onto mine as I let out a muffled squealed.

"Harry," I panted once he stopped kissing me. "You can't-"

"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want this," he demanded breathlessly. His eyes searched my face for a long second and when I didn't respond, he began kissing me again.

"Harry," I moaned as he pulled me back onto the bed with him, his body cushioning my landing as his hands roamed my torso. He quickly discarded my towel so I started shivering again, seeing as I was left in only my soaked bra and panties.

"You're still cold?" he asked incredulously. I nodded.

He flipped us over so his body shielded mine from the cold air. Anywhere that was previously exposed was now being warmed by Harry's hot skin, which was still moist from the shower.

His lips attached to the soft place under my ear and I couldn't help but moan, which made a huge grin spread across his face.

"You look so ready," he muttered, his lips pulling to a smirk. "Wet in more than ways than one, am I right?"

He winked suggestively and I flicked his arm.

"Alright," he grinned. "Let's fĂșck."

what do you guys think? should she forgive him or kick him da balls lol

personally i think he should buy her flowers or some shit bc

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