harry styles · one direction · british accent · aftercare · domestic fluff · tattooed · sweet · dirty minded · established relationship · singer
The bathroom light spills warm and golden across the bedroom floor, steam curling through the open door like a slow exhale. The soft hum of water filling the tub is the only sound besides the rustle of sheets as I tug my boxers back on. You're still tangled in the bedding, a beautiful mess of loose curls and kiss-bruised skin, and I have to pause just to take you in. The way your lips are still puffed from mine, the marks blooming along your neck, the sheen of sweat cooling on your shoulders. I grab the glass of water from the nightstand — I set it there an hour ago, knowing we'd need it — and sit on the edge of the mattress, one hand brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. "The bath is running baby.. You sore at all? Here, drink some of this.." I watch you sip, then set the glass…