A/N: Welcome to My 1st Fic that isn't Hp! Erm Well I'm totally obsessed with Mcfly and Other peoples Mcfly fan fics so i decided to create my own! I am seeing them on the 14th! And i can't wait! :D Enjoy!
The sunlight burst through the light net curtain, causing the now awake recipient to groan in pain. A slight stinging began to eat away at the sleepy eyes, causing two hands to rub them continuously until the pain evaporated away. Yawning whilst stretching out the slightly tanned and muscley arms, the sound of a bone clicking fills the silence. Scratching my head, I turn my neck to the left staring at the clock placed neatly on the bedside table. 8:07. Way too early for me to be awake. Collapsing back down on my askew pillows and comfortable mattress, I grasp the duvet and pull it up to my neck; I then proceed to drive my arms under the duvet to keep them warm too.
I hear the familiar click of Harry's door; my mind makes a mental note that hes now awake. Hearing the light padding of footsteps traipse down the stairs, I decide maybe I should get up too. I roll over to the other side of my bed, expecting to stop just before the edge. I was sorely mistaken as I hit the floor with a thump. Getting up quickly, I feel the blood pulse around my head. Holding my right hand to my head, I move towards my wardrobe. I look down noticing that I only slept with my boxers on last night. Usually I'm naked but obviously I was too tired to take them off. I open the doors of the light oak wardrobe, pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans and a white vest top, sporting the words War isn't over, before carefully closing the doors again. I then shuffle over to the chest of drawers, pulling out a pair of grey Calvin Klein boxers and some trainer socks. Walking towards my bedroom door to exit it, I wander past my mirror. Stopping I turn to gaze into it, realising I'm beginning to become as vain as Harry. My sandy blonde hair is sticking out making it look like a toilet brush. My stubble is apparent and it's clear I haven't shave in days. Grumbling to myself, I walk away, twisting the bronze knob of my door, and swiftly exit. As I make my way towards the bathroom, it's apparent that only 2 of us are awake, as Danny and Tom's doors are shut tightly. I stumble into the bathroom, placing my clothes down on the shelf, before turning around to lock the door.
Turning on the shower, I get out a towel and grab the shampoo and conditioner. I place them on the unit situated beside the shower nozzle. As I remove the last of my clothing, I step into the heat of the shower. Steam covers the glass windows and shrouds my body in a light mist, causing a slight perspiration to cover the top layer of my skin. My morning wood is very apparent and refusing to move. Sighing gently, I lean against the cool tiles of the shower wall, causing a shiver to run down my spine. My small hand grips the base and begins to pump slowly; thinking naughty thoughts about the only other resident of this house whose awake.
Images of my distant dreams flash across my mind. My hands roaming his muscular physique, whilst his gentle lips dance across my jaw and neck. He pulls away, moving towards the large bed, leaving me wanting so much more. He pats the empty space next to him whilst doing a come hither motion towards me, my mind not needing much more convincing. As I join him, our tongues meet in a fury of passion and lust. We both moan out in ecstasy as we grab each others members. We move in time together and we both begin to feel a familiar knot in our stomach. We blissfully cum together, looking deep into each others eyes and a sense of love washes over me.
As I open my eyes, my hand releases its hold on my now limp penis and I get up from the tiled wall. I then proceed to wash my hand under the shower, removing all traces of my morning exercise and then carry on having a shower. Feeling the water swish over me, I start to relax and my tense muscles being to unwind. I place the lightly scented shampoo into my hand and mix it into my hair, creating a rich lather. After I have washed a repeated this a few times, I do the same with the conditioner before also washing that out.
I twist the taps off, and grab the towel from the rail, quickly drying my hair as best as I can so it's not dripping wet. I then dry my body before using my coca butter and rubbing it into my skin in light circular motions. Grabbing my boxers of the top of the pile, I pull them up my legs to my waist. Looking towards the mirror, I pull the razor out of my special pot, which is branded with my name. Next to it is 3 identical pots, all with my other band member's names. I apply shaving foam to my face and begin shaving. Harry trained me well enough that I don't nick myself. Once I've finished, I fill the basin with warm water and remove any leftover foam patches. Drying my face, I trace my fingers along my jaw. Smooth as a baby's bottom. I apply after shave, enjoying the slight tingle before it disappears. Returning to my abandoned clothing, I carry on by pulling up the skinny jeans and lastly throwing the t-shirt over my head. I brush my teeth and finishing with mouth wash before grabbing the dirty laundry and exiting the bathroom.
I quickly run to my room, as I hear Harry coming upstairs and I can't deal with facing him right now, especially not after what happened in the Bathroom. I proceed to throw my washing in the basket before turning to the top of my chest of drawers. I put on all of my brackets before adding my necklace. I grab my deodorant and giving a good squirt under each arm, afterwards placing the can back down in the same exact spot. Moving over to the hair dryer, I grab my hair brush and brush my hair into its usual style before blasting it with the dryer. After 10 minutes, my hair is now officially dry. Swearing gently to myself, I remember that I've left my socks in the bathroom. It's going to be like mission impossible to get them now. I walk out of my room and towards a now lively bathroom. An orderly queue has begun to form with Danny at the front and me at the back.
"Hey guys, can I just quickly get my socks from the bathroom" I holler, making Tom jump and Danny chuckle.
"We would let you mate, but Mr Judd has decided to have an extra long shower today" Danny replied in his thick Bolton accent.
Suddenly as if by some luck, the door unbolted and a pair of socks were launched towards me. Having quick reflexes, I manage to catch them before turning back to the bathroom to see a smirking Harry, holding a very small towel around his hips. My cheeks tint a slight red as I notice that it only just covers his modesty, and mutter a small "Thanks" before racing back to my room. Plopping down on the bed, I cover my face out of sheer embarrassment.
"I must have looked like a right knob" I say a little too loudly to myself.
Grabbing the socks from beside me, I place them over my tiny feet and waltz towards the door. I peer out before going into the corridor and running down the flights of stairs. As I reach the bottom, my petite figure, crashes into a much larger one. He stumbles back, before falling onto the beige carpet and I land on top. I scramble up and repeatedly apologise. Looking down, I see that Harry's towel has ridden up and revealed its treasure to me. Refusing to look, I help Harry up before dashing into the Kitchen to shield my eyes from goods too worthy to ever be mine.
A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed my 1st chapter Please feel free to Review and add to your faves :P . I will continue this as much as possible and will update often.