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*****

"Sherry," he swiftly reaches and tugs the hem of my scrub top before I can escape him.

I turn to him, "Hmm?"

He takes my empty hand, "Thanks for the manicure," he smiles.

*****

After making sure Harry has everything he needs for the night, I go check out my temporary digs.

Since I didn't anticipate spending the night, I'm unprepared save for the fact that I have a toothbrush in my purse. Thank God. After a good teeth-brushing, I take out my pig-tails, brush my hair, and wash my face to prepare for bed. I am pretty wiped out cause Harry wanted to stay up so late.

Once in my room, I plug in my phone, shed my scrub bottoms and bra, and get into bed wearing panties and my scrub top.

Harry was so cute tonight. He seems to be holding up well. Maybe he's still in shock from everything? I guess I'll see when I talk to him more about his situation, which we didn't do tonight. I'm sure he gets enough pressure from his family, and Liam who does a little personal training with him during the day.

I turn off the lamp and relax a minute in the darkness. I grab my phone from the night table and check my emails, responding to messages from my mom and Kyle. I reply to some texts from Kate even though I know it's late and she probably won't see them until in the morning.

I get a notification that I have a new text. Ah, Kate must be up after all.

I click it and see that it's from BlindfoldsAreFun (aka Harry). That doofus.

Harry: I can't sleep.

Me: You've only been alone for ten minutes.

Harry sends me a meme of the Hollywood sign, but instead of "Hollywood", it spells out "SEND NUDES."

Me: You can put that on your list of things that's never gonna happen.

Harry: I don't have a list like that.

Me: Here, I'll start one for you.

I quickly use my sticky note app to jot a note and message it to Harry:

Me:

HARRY'S LIST OF THINGS THAT ARE NEVER GONNA HAPPEN:

1. Receive nudes from Sherry.

Harry: I must say I'm impressed. You're quite efficient.

Me: I've been called worse.

Harry: Could you bring me some water? I'm parched.

Dramatic coughing sounds can be heard in the room next door.

I chuckle to myself in bed, loud enough that I know he can hear me.

Harry: What kind of nurse laughs at their patient's pain?

Me: You're gonna have real pain if I have to get out of this bed for nothing.

Harry: Promises, promises.

Me: That's it. I'm charging your step-dad extra.

Harry: What are you wearing?

Me: Well, I know you're not wearing any pants.

Harry: I have an itch I can't reach. Can you come in, please?

Me: What do you mean? I thought you couldn't feel 50% of your body?

I hear insane laughter coming from Harry's room.

Harry: Alright. Here's the truth. Are you ready?

Me: Honey, I've been ready. *taps foot impatiently*

Harry: I wanted to give you a little goodnight kiss after our movie date, but somehow you got away from me. And since I can't get up and come over there to you....

My heart is going pitter-pat at an accelerated rate.

Harry: Sherry?

Me: Yes?

Harry: Will you come back over for a minute?

This last plea had a pouty selfie attached. A sexy as fuck pouty selfie. I was quickly going into WP mode.

Harry: I know you're still awake over there. Thinking.

This is true.

Harry: While I'll admit giving me a manicure probably isn't a typical date activity, we did have dinner and a movie...

Me: There is no way I'm coming over there. OMG

Harry: I know you had a good time, Sherry. There's nothing to "OMG" over. Bring your ass back into my room.

I could feel a tremor run down my body and straight to my vagina.

Me: I can't come over there now. I know I'm walking over there to get kissed. It'll be way too awkward. I'm already embarrassed.

Harry: Grrr.

I lay there, quiet and frustrated. I have a super burning desire to go over there which I refuse to give in to.

Harry: You're lucky I'm trapped over here. Otherwise, I'd already be in your room with you pinned beneath me.

My arousal spikes and I realize I must abort this conversation. Stat.

Me: There's always next time. Goodnight, Harry. x

Harry: That little x will never do, love. Goodnight.

I want to masturbate like nobody's business. At the same time, I obsess over this weirdo situation I'm in. What am I doing? Is this inappropriate? Do I care? Maybe we should slow things down until Harry gets back to normal, so I'm not mixing business with pleasure.

Who am I kidding? I just want to touch his hair. And maybe some other parts. Does he have feeling down there? He must, or he wouldn't have said he'd have me pinned beneath him. Oh.

It doesn't take but a few more minutes of obsessing over Harry, and I'm out like a light.

*****

"SHERRY!"

What the fuck? I bolt upright in bed, wiping my eyes and getting my bearings.

"SHERRY! Help!"

Oh no! Harry!?

What is happening? Did he try to get up and fall?

"I'm coming-," I call out, fighting my way out of a twisted mess of blankets.

My feet hit the carpet in a flash. As I reach Harry's door, I can see light shining from beneath it.

I fumble with the handle, push the door inward and rush into the room somewhat out of breath from my battle with the sheets.

Harry sits calmly in bed, looking a bit dazed.

"Are you alright? Do you feel okay?" I rush to his bedside. My eyes flicker across his face, up and down his body, then back up looking for signs of distress.

I take his hand, applying two fingers to his wrist to check his pulse.

Suddenly, Harry has gripped both of my wrists in his one good hand. I look at him in bewilderment and am shocked to see a smirky smile. What the...

Harry one-handedly pulls me to him with minimal effort due to my surprise. "I'm going to give you a goodnight kiss now," he states matter-of-factly, his eyes dropping to my lips.

"I...I....," I stammer in futility as he closes the remaining distance between us.

His lips are soft and full on mine, slightly open. He holds tight to my wrists, but getting away is no longer on my agenda. As I feel his tongue gentle on my lips, my body surrenders and melts toward his. Harry, sensing I'm not a flight risk, releases my wrists as his tongue finds mine.

He pulls me by the waist toward him on the bed, and I fit myself into what bit of the mattress is left unoccupied. I moan as Harry deepens the kiss, his hand spanning the small of my back and holding me tightly to him. He is more delicious than I imagined.

My hands are somehow entwined in the softness of his curls though I have no remembrance of how they came to be there. Harry's kiss is sometimes sweet and gentle, and at others his tongue expertly fills my mouth before retreating to swipe across my lips once again.

I have never been so hungry for anyone in my entire life. He pulls back to nuzzle my nose with his, and then once again I'm surrounded by everything that is Harry as he returns for more, pressing tender kisses along my jawline.

By the time he reaches my ear, I'm putty in his hands. "Sherry...," he murmurs softly as goosebumps rise on my flesh.

"Mhmmm...?"

"Looks like you're not wearing any pants either," he whispers.

What?

Instantly alert, I look blankly at Harry, who sits with a big cheeky grin on his face, his hair in complete disarray.

Then I look down at myself and realize in my haste to get to Harry's "emergency," I failed to put my pants back on.

"I called you in to give you a goodnight kiss, but this was so much more than I expected," Harry's smile is enormous.

I jump off the bed and stroll casually toward the door, abruptly turning to face him from the threshold. I notice his eyes dart from my ass level to my face.

Before I exit, I ask him, "Any last words, Styles?"

"Yeah," he says, "I love those panties."