You wash away the problems and dirt of the day from your body and mind as the hot water runs down your bare body. You push your fingers through your wet hair.

The shampoo bottle squirts out the purple substance and you lather it into your hair until your hair has become a big pile of goo on top of your head.

The world is distant as you are engulfed in the hot steam of the room.

The curtain slowly gets pulled back by Harry as he steps into the steaming shower. He pulls you into his cold chest and turns you around as his body also becomes engulfed in the steam and hot air surrounding your selves.

His hands trail down the sides of your slippery hips. Your lips linger on his, until they connect and neither of you have the self control to stop.

You can't help your self from breaking the kiss because of the smile that creeps up on your face.

"Heyyyy," Harry whines, " I wasn't done!" He plays.

You giggle and watch as Harry's hands come up and past your face, which confuses you.

His fingers poke at the mound of shampooed hair on top of your head. He smirks at your funny appearance before pecking his lips onto yours.

He runs his hands through your hair as it falls down along with the shampoo that runs down your face. He pushes the hair that fell in front of your face to the sides and holds your cheek in his hands.

You both finish your shower and dry each other off, taking your time (if you know what I mean).

Was this bad, because I feel like it was. Oh well😂