"I really don't see the point of-"

"Just hold on, will you?"

I sigh as she cuts me off mid-sentence again, loosening up my grip on the door handle but continuing to be impatient nevertheless. "Freya, I'm gonna be seeing you naked in a minute either way, what are you-"

"You really want me to change my mind, don't you?"

With a breathy laugh I reluctantly let go of the handle, and lean my back against the wood of the door. To my absolute disbelief, it turns out that no, she wasn't kidding a couple of minutes ago when she told me I can join her in the shower; but I'm really pushing my luck by urging her to open the door.

"I just- God, nevermind," I sigh to myself, scratching the back of my neck. I'm literally waiting for her to take her clothes off and get in the shower, so that I wouldn't see her without any clothes on; I want to put an emphasis on the fact that we are going to be showering together, why the hell would she be standing at the door on the other side and blocking my way in?

Well, either way, I'm not going to blow up something that I've been waiting for basically since that night at that pizza place, just because of my impatience. I'll just stand shirtless in the cold hallway of my miniature apartment instead.

"Alright, you can-" I snap my head to the side, my ear pressed against the door at the sound of her voice. A few seconds pass before she finishes her sentence, her voice louder but more distant, "Come in!"

I throw my head back and close my eyes and, after mouthing a quick thank you to the heavens, I slowly open the door of the bathroom. Running water can be heard from the far left corner of the room, and a still silhouette can be seen through the frosted glass.

A slow smile spreads across my face when I see a few pieces of clothing on the ground, carelessly thrown on the light blue tiles and pushed against a wall. Within a minute the pile is heightened when I add my jeans, socks and boxers to it, ultimately dropping my wristwatch on top of it. I clear my throat and run my fingertips through my hair, suddenly a bit nervous as I make my way toward the shower cabin. Gulping one last time, I push the glass door that's half the width of the object to the left, revealing the significantly darker space and the slightly rusty base. Along with a very bare female body, of course.

I can't help gulping once more as I scan her; her back is turned to me – of course she turned her back to me, she wouldn't be Freya if she didn't do that – but all of her hair is over her shoulder, allowing me to see all of her. All of her. Everything. From head to toe.

Why is this making me feel so euphoric? It's just her body, it's not like I'm seeing what's going through her head all the time. That would be a real treat.

"Are you gonna come in, or?" She speaks up, catching my attention, and turns her head to the side a little. "It's freezing out there, you know."

Half ignoring her request, I smile again and tilt my head to the side, not taking my eyes off of her. "Freya?" I call, but that only makes her turn her head so she's facing the wall opposite of her again, and I swear I noticed her entire body stiffen. "Can you turn around for me, babe?"

"...Not until you get in and close the door."

"What if turning around is a way of getting me to get in and close the door?"

"What if getting in and closing the door is a way of getting me to turn around?"

A laugh escapes my lips at how quickly she'd said that, and I shake my head as I finally step inside, and slide the door shut behind me. "You're not fair."

"Because I won't turn around?"

"Yeah," I answer candidly, walking toward her until there's a mere inch separating our bodies, and scan her back again. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself, but I'm definitely sure that I won't be able to keep my hands off of her. "The guys from the fraternity wouldn't be happy about this. They expect me to be badass and get things done my way."

"Despite popular belief, being in a fraternity doesn't mean you're badass or that you'll get things done your way."

"Yes, but girls seem to think that's exactly what it means, so I am going to continue using it in that context."

"Mhm, well, there's one frat boy trait you have," She comments, pausing as I slide my arms around her waist but not touching anything she wouldn't want me to. Hopefully she'll relax by the end of this 'event'. "Unattainable confidence."

"You think that'd be one of my traits in Sims, if it existed?"

"Most definitely."

"And what would you be?" I turn my head to hers, facing her profile as she continues looking at everything and anything but me. "Frigid?"

"Hey!" She reaches behind, to slap my chest with the back of her hand, her reaction making me laugh. "I'm not frigid. I'm just-"

"Darling, we're showering together and you won't turn around," I interrupt her, my grin growing when I hear her sigh. "A girl doesn't get more frigid than that."

"Fine." She sighs again, but continues to stand still. "Can you shampoo my hair first?"

I blink a couple of times, my eyes darting from one tile to the other, as if expecting an explanation from the white panels. "You kidding me?"

"Do you think I'm kidding?" Freya asks back, reaching for one of the caddies, and taking a blue bottle. "Here you go."

I involuntarily unwrap my arms from her frame, not believing how far I'd go just to have her turn around. I'm probably gonna have fun looking at what I call a perfect ass while shampooing her hair, but I still think the grand finale is a hundred and eighty degrees out of my reach.

"So, how's your day been?" I ask, furrowing my brows as I spurt out a handful of shampoo on my palm, then leave the bottle in the caddy to rub my hands together and bring them to her hair. It's not as massive as it is when it's dry, but the infinity amount of tiny curls is still there, making it a little difficult for my fingers to dig through her locks. I'm scared to imagine how long it takes her to dry her hair.

"Oh, you know," Freya begins, and I nonchalantly tilt my head to the side, to get a partial view of her face. "Lots of coffee and putting up with an arrogant 19 year old boy. You know how it is."

I nod at her words, not letting them affect me at all. I've gotten used to her sense of humor over the past few months, I'm practically invincible. "What about you?" She asks, turning her head to the side again, making me lose a few strands of her hair from my hands.

"Same as any day," I reply through a small sigh as I continue rubbing her hair between my palms, about halfway through it. "One of the frat guys called me and tried persuading me into doing one of his projects, and said he'll pay my rent in return. Oh, and this older woman fell asleep next to me while I was still in the hospital, it was really weird."

Freya chuckles, "I guess you wouldn't want her to fall asleep next to you again, would you?"

"Ask me again in fifteen minutes," I mumble as I lean forward, kissing her shoulder as she gives me another soft laugh. "Okay, there you go. Your hair's all white and soapy."

"Thank you," She says happily, catching me off guard as she spins around with ease, as if we didn't spend 10 minutes bickering about her not wanting me to see her entirely. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

At her question, about a million ideas hoard my head in the speed of light, but none that don't include her being a sweaty, whimpering mess underneath me. Or above me. Or between a vertical structure and me. "Um, no. Turning around is enough."

"Alright," She answers in a light tone, but she knows exactly what she's doing. My thoughts are confirmed when she takes a step closer to me, to wrap her arms around my neck and purposefully press her body against mine- lord in fucking heavens. Okay, no. No. Get a grip, Niall, get a fucking grip. Do not even start to imagine how it'd be to take that sweet little body of hers up against a shower wall and destroy it the best way possible. Don't. Don't do it. Don't give in. Be strong. Love yourself.

"I know what you're thinking right now," Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and for the first time I'm not just nervous and euphoric, I'm also terrified.

"Um..." I tilt my head to the side, trying to figure out of she actually knows what's going through my head – either by accident or because I'm a guy and she just knows – or she's just messing with me. "Do you?"

"Yeah," She smiles a little as she brings her face closer to mine, her lips barely hovering over mine when she does that. "Small boobs."

It takes me a minute to realize – that is what she thinks I'm thinking. Small boobs. That's right, yes, I'm standing naked in the shower with the girl I've been losing my mind over for the past four months, and she thinks that small boobs is what's going through my mind. Right. Brilliant. Intelligence at its finest.

"Uh," I blink a couples of times, before starting to shake my head slightly. "No, I don't... that's not what I'm thinking."

"You sure?" She surprises me by asking, and then takes a step back to reveal her entire body to me- oh, fucking hell. "Not too disappointing?"

I shake my head, partly because of the sight of her insanely fit figure, and the fact that I'm free to ogle it as much as I'd like, and partly because of her question. I mean, seriously? Is she really serious? First the small boobs thing, and now this? "No, you, you're... beautiful. That's the word for you, beautiful. You're beautiful."

Freya lowers her head and breathes out a laugh at my compliment, and I take that as a chance to take in her whole being. How could she ever think she's anywhere near disappointing? Even if she was joking about it, it still bothers me. It's like she doesn't know that I think she's one of the most fascinating people I've met. "Hey," I speak up, putting my forefinger under her chin and lifting her head, "You know what's one thing that you've never told me about?"

She cocks an eyebrow at me, and I can't help noticing the look in her eyes turn a little anxious. "What?"

I lower my hands to her waist, "This other tattoo of yours."

A few moments pass before she exhales again, this time somewhat in relief; if she thought I was going to mention something else, then I can only imagine what that is.

"This one?" She aims to place her palm on the right side of her body, right at the bottom of her ribs, but she ends up putting her hand atop of mine, as mine was already there. I slide my fingers down her waist, leaving my thumb to caress the little bird that's inked into her skin. From what I can see – its wings are spread, its head high, and there are a few wavy lines behind it, making it seem like the small creature is in the middle of a flight. It's almost odd how powerful I find the image of the animal – she couldn't have just randomly gotten it, there has to be a reason behind it.

"That one," I reply, slipping my arms around her waist again to pull her closer to me, but that doesn't stop her from keeping her eyes on the black ink on her rib cage. "You like sparrows?"

"Sparrows?" She repeats in disbelief, looking up at me with a disturbed expression; but I can't help laughing at the unimaginably thick British accent she's seemed to develop in a split second. "Are you kidding me? Do sparrows have beaks like this?"

Honestly, I wasn't even looking at the bird that much – I was too drawn to the aesthetic of the whole thing. "Then, um..." I pause, trying to get a good look at the tattoo without letting go of her, but I guess trying to do both at the same time is a little difficult. "A little help over here?"

Freya narrows her eyes at me, shaking her head the slightest. "How did you even pass biology in school?" She slaps my chest at the end of her question, and the water coming down on both of us causes an actual loud slapping noise at the impact; now when I think about it, I'm not sure I want to look at the water bill at the end of the month. "It's a hummingbird."

"Okay, one," I start, pointing one finger up, and then using that hand to decrease the water coming from the shower head. "I stopped learning about birds and animals in elementary school. Two," I pause, to tilt my head to the side and furrow my eyebrows just the slightest. "Why would you get a tattoo of a hummingbird?"

She smiles as she glances down at the tattoo; but when she looks up at me, her face is significantly more cautious. Almost nervous- I think I should stop talking all together, because everything that I say brings us here one way or another. "Uh, well, that was Allison's favorite animal. My best friend, you know?"

I nod quickly, thinking that the conversation is over because she doesn't want to talk about that, but she surprises me when she continues speaking, "And it wasn't just a random animal, like... she used to breathe, eat and sleep hummingbirds, even before we met. Everything revolved around hummingbirds, she had them painted on the walls of her bedroom, as her computer background, every one of her doodles was a hummingbird... she even wanted to keep one as a pet, but America failed her when she found out it's illegal."

She pushes her body against mine as I laugh, ultimately cutting off the sound coming from my mouth. Either this 'shower' ends in five minutes, or we're having a problem. "People who knew about her thing for hummingbirds called her obsessed, I just thought she was passionate about them. Like you can't even imagine the look on her face when they're brought up. And I just..."

As she looks down again, I lean my head to the side once more, loving this side of her. By now I've realized that her main modes are mysterious, tease and sarcastic bitch, but once in every blue moon, she's this quiet, vulnerable little thing and it's honestly my favorite thing in the world. Makes me want to lay in bed with her, our legs tangled, her clinging onto my shirt, and have one of those dumb conversations about how we're going to get married and travel the world one day.

"It's kinda inspirational," She continues, momentarily catching my attention, and making me blink up at her. I wasn't just thinking about marrying her, was I? "She made me want to find something in my life that I'm just as passionate about."

"Did you?" I ask before I can stop myself, lifting one arm to put it around her neck, and bring her lips to mine. We'd been talking the whole time, and she was about to answer my question, so my actions clearly took her off guard. A couple of moments pass before I feel her hands on my back and she kisses me back, but I can tell that she's careful not to take it too far. Alright, I didn't walk inside the shower cabin with particularly high expectations, but I'd be lying if I said that I wouldn't be disappointed if we just walked out after this.

"You know what?" She quickly says, before I can cut her off with another kiss. "I think I- I did and- do you- wanna know- his name?"

"Mhm," I hum against her lips, starting to smile as I wait for her answer.

"Matt- Matt Healy."

When I comprehend her words, my actions come to a halt, and I pull back a little, just enough so that I can see her face. Her expression becomes even more amused when she sees the slight frown I'm forming. "Aw, damn," I say in a flat tone, making her snort before she starts properly laughing. "Thought you'd say undressing for a living."

Not a second after the words leave my mouth, she knocks the air out of my lungs by pushing and slapping my chest, though I still can't help but laugh at her reaction. Serves her right, bringing up Matt Healy while showering with me. The only thing that would be worse than that is if she said his name while having sex with me.

Well.

That's an interesting thought.

"You've made your point," Freya says through gritted teeth, stopping her frantic hands at last. "Now get out."

"What? What do you-"

"Goodbye, Niall," She exclaims, pushing me backwards until I've hit the shower door; the lack of space and slippery floor causes her to knock her body into mine, and I initially wrap my arms firmly around her waist, lifting her in the air and taking a large two steps forward, to press her against the tiles on the opposite side. I lower her on the ground, but keep her backed up against the wall – and the biggest surprise is that she doesn't mind it. It's either that or she's waiting for the perfect opportunity to punch me. But, until I get that figured out, there's no way in hell I'm leaving.

A minute into our kiss I slowly trail my hands from her upper back down her body, feeling particularly brave and proceeding to slide them further to the south than I normally would. Freya only jerks once at my movements, but doesn't say anything; I can feel her body tense and stiffen at the unaccustomed feeling, but she still lets me explore the parts of her body that never seemed appropriate before. And fuck, am I grateful. I'll even accept getting thrown out of the shower after this.

"Jesus Christ," I whisper- I'm completely sure that this is the last place Jesus would want to be mentioned in. "Your ass is like... two stress balls custom made for me."

"Alright, that's enough," She laughs, turning her head to the side and pushing me away for good. "Now you should really get out."

"Aw," I say quietly, chuckling as she laughs again. "But we were having so much fun-"

"Think of it as me doing you a favor."

Well, that's a nice way to confuse me after that. "What? How will that be doing me a fav-"

"You can solve your little problem while I'm still in here."

A little speechless, I continue to stare at her with my mouth opened for another few seconds, thinking that she doesn't even need to ask me to leave the small space we're currently sharing again; I'm about four seconds away from leaving myself out of embarrassment.

"Alright, then," I nod curtly, though not being able to suppress a smile as she laughs, while I slowly turn around to leave. Something's telling me I should have left earlier. Much earlier.

"You gonna be able to do it in five minutes?"

"I'll do it five times in five minutes."

She's laughing at that, but it's true; this shower experience really was something. "Okay. Good," She says through more laughs – who knew that giving me a boner would amuse her so much? "Just wash your hands when you're finished."

"Will do."

"And don't fall asleep until I get in bed."

I've already walked out of the cabin, but those words of hers make me jolt my head to the side, hopeful slash excited about them. "So this isn't over yet?"

"Don't get your hopes high," She says with a bright smile, that's gradually turning into a smirk, as she closes the shower door as slowly as she can. "But no, it isn't."

With that she closes the door, and I'm once again convinced that I'm the luckiest nineteen year old in America right now.

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so nOW the story is rated r and it's not even that explicit and i want to cry and somEBODY HELP ME BECAUSE I DON'T WANT MY BABY TO BE RESTRICTED GOD DAMMIT literally i need help like guuuuuuyys what do i do???? it's almost three in the morning and i'm legit near crying

EDIT: i've gotten rid of my updating schedule because of school again :( buuuuuut if this part gets 150 comments i'll update on friday :D i love you and yeah, please vote and comment x