"Firstly I must explain the rules." Harry moves his hands from around my waist and I slip down his chest a little due to the water getting more slippery by the minute. I feel alone from the loss of touch of his warm hands around me and the now chilled water that is no longer hot takes his place.

His hands then make their way to my hair, undoing the clip I have it in and letting my medium length hair fall halfway down my back. "I like your hair like this." He whispers into my ear. The raspiness in his voice making the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

"Now, where was I?" He asks, beginning to lace his fingers through my hair and massage my strained scalp due to having it up all day at work in a sophisticated bun and when I got home putting it straight into my tight clip.

"Y-you were ugh." I let out a moan, covering my mouth in shock immediately after I do it.

"I'm glad I can give you the amount of pleasure you give me, Ella." Harry chuckles from behind me. I love the sound of his laugh. It's like music to my ears. I could listen to it all day and never get sick of it. "Do you know what you do to me Ella?"

"Is this the beginning of the game?" I ask, oblivious to the game as Harry has yet to explain the rules to me. This is what happens with us. We always seem to get distracted.

"No." Harry chuckles once again. He seems to be laughing a lot lately. Am I the cause? Do I make Harry happy? "But this Ella." I feel his body raise from the bottom of the bathtub and he lifts his hips up, pressing them harder into my back. I jump a little as I feel Harry's not so little friend pounding against my back. My breathing escalates as Harry lowers himself back down to the bathtub and it's like I've gone for a run the way my body is behaving. I'm so out of breath and I haven't even moved.

"You were explaining the rules." I answer Harry's question from before, trying to get back on topic before I change my mind about not being ready for Harry yet.

"Right. I'm sorry El, I just keep getting distracted."

"Stop procrastinating Harold and explain. This waters getting cold." I shiver at my mention of the water. It really is getting cold now. I'm relying on Harry's body heat and breath as I feel it through my thin hair fanning my back.

"Harold?" He shrieks, removing his hands from my hair and down to my ribcage, picking me up and spinning me around to face him. As I cover my confidential part with my hands, they're soon removed as Harry forcefully pulls my legs around his hip bones and I almost slip as he does so. My hands have no option than to support me from falling into the water. The last thing I need is for my hair to get wet. I can't be bothered blow drying it tonight. I always wash my hair in the mornings.

When Harry looks down at my area, he smirks and licks his lips, moaning so quietly under his breath I barely hear him. "You're so wet for me, Ella. You don't know how bad I want to touch you right now. You're lucky I'm on my best behaviour."

"Harry." I whine, feeling mixed emotions about the way he's making me feel. He's making me feel so good and making me want him so bad, but that's what I don't like. I can't get attached to Harry. I can't get hurt again.

"You don't know how bad I want to hear you scream my name like that over and over, louder and louder."

"Harry please stop." I look away from his eyes and my close my own. My lower region is burning and wet, my stomach is twisting, my breasts are beginning to ache. These things have happened to me rarely. Infact it only happens when I want somebody. I haven't felt this way since him. Since the worst mistake of my life.

"What's wrong baby? Open your eyes." I feel Harry place his hands on my cheeks, massaging them with his thumbs. When I open my eyes they're met soft jade ones. "You have beautiful eyes Ella."

"Really?" I scoff. "They're the colour of dog shit." I don't even notice I swear for the first time since I last kicked my pinky toe on the corner of the wall in my living room. Cursing when you hurt yourself is allowed.

"Even though dog shit is so much darker, it smells horrifying and it's unpleasant, I don't think your eyes are the colour of dog shit." Harry brings his lips to the tip of my nose, kissing it ever so gently. I giggle, smiling up at him like an idiot but I can't help this effect he has on me. I can't help the way me makes me feel so good.

"They are the colour of dog shit, Harry."

"Well they're the prettiest shade of dog shit I've ever seen in my entire life." When the words leave his mouth I can't help myself. We haven't had mouth on mouth contact in what seems like forever even though it's probably only been ten minutes. I bring my lips to his, mirroring the same actions Harry did to me before. You could even call it revenge almost.

I move my hands to his hair, tugging on the ends as I twist them into my fingers. His hairs a fairly long length, probably long enough to put into a ponytail. I pull Harry down to me more by his hair, him moving to my level without a second thought. When our lips collide, I move my head up closer to his, wanting more force and more power. I want to be closer to him. As I feel his mouth move to find my bottom lip I do it before him and find his even weaker spot first.

I remove one hand from Harry's hair and down to his prized possession. I slowly Palm his now even harder bulge, causing him to moan and of course, open his mouth wide enough for me to slip my tongue into it. It's my turn to explore ever walk of his mouth. I run my tongue across his perfectly straight teeth, cheeks that behold the most adoring dimples I've ever laid my eyes on and interlock my tongue with his.

We break away, catching our breath as I feel Harry's hand on mine, taking it back down to his hardened friend. He closes his eyes as my hand reaches his most sensitive spot. He moans again as I continue to Palm his length through his boxers. They don't do much justice, I can literally see his whole self through the thin layer of underwear that looks like it's about to tear.

"I know I'm procrastinating and I know I still haven't explained the rules of the game but I really need to take care of this." He points to his lower region. "Because it's killing me right now and I need to end my suffering, I'm so sorry Ella."

"Harry, I'm sorry I-" I get cut off by Harry giving me a quick kiss on my lips. I wanted to apologise for making him feel that way. I was only trying to have fun, I didn't mean to make him so hard it caused him pain.

"It's not your fault baby. El, you make me feel that good. You don't need to apologise for it, okay." He steps out of the bath and wraps my towel I previously had on, around his body as he dries himself off before looking in the cupboard under the bathroom sink, pulling out another towel and running, literally out of the bathroom and to who knows where. Why does he need two towels? Did Harry just steal two of my towels and make a run for it?

I look down into the water in the bath as I feel a tear stroll down my cheeks. See, this is what I do. I always find away to make everyone leave. What is wrong with you Ella?

*

When I finish having my little melt down, I get up out of the what felt like ice temperature water and drain the plug in the bath. My back is facing the door as I bend down to pick up the plug, so when I feel two large hands being placed around my hips, I scream for my life.

"Ella, shh it's just me." Harry's familiar voice soothes me and he catches me before I slip over. He carries my shivering body out of the bath and grabs a creme towel, identical to one of the ones he took from under the sink earlier and wraps it around me. The towel is so warm. I don't mean warm like room temperature warm, I mean it's really really warm.

"Harry, did you-"

"Yes. I knew how cold you would've been and your dryer was kind of in the same room as I was whilst taking care of Jack, so I decided to heat your towel up for you." Harry's cheeks blush at the mention of his friend who is no longer sticking up.

"Harry, who is Jack?" I can't help but ask.

"Jack is uh, well isn't this embarrassing...." He scratches the back of his neck. "Jack is what I named my dick."

"Oh Harry." I laugh as I lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose. A towel is placed lowly on his hips, a v line prominently outlined infront of me. Harry smirks and laughs quietly as he notices me checking him out. I feel my cheeks turn hot and for once I'm not embarrassed enough to cover them away from Harry with my hands.

"Thank you so much Harry." I lean forward and rest my head against his heated, comforting chest. I wrap my arms around his hips from under my towel and he wraps his much longer and burly arms around my shoulders. We aren't talking, we are just standing here in one another's arms. The silence isn't awkward like it would be with a stranger. It's a satisfying silence. A comfortable silence.