Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Shirtless

Of all the people in this club, it had to be him. Alex looked down at the disaster on his chest, jaw tight. Without a word, he released one of my arms and yanked the ruined shirt up and over his head in one smooth motion. The fabric hit the floor with a wet slap. He tossed it toward a nearby trash can like it personally offended him. He stood there shirtless under the dim hallway lights, revealing a perfectly sculpted hockey body wide shoulders, defined chest, ridges of abs that looked unreal. A faint trail of dark hair disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. He was all power and heat, and I suddenly felt smaller than ever.

I immediately shrug him off. “Oh, sorry. I’m probably all sweaty and gross. My bad.” He apologises but he doesn’t actually sound remotely sorry. In fact he’s super cheerful. “You’re fine. Just keep your hands to yourself. It’s weird seeing you in casual clothes.” I observe. Harry grins at me. “Back atcha. You look so adorable in your giant t-shirt. It’s almost like a dress on you. I can imagine you curled up on your couch watching a movie like that. Or curled up on my lap preferably.” He winks at me and I roll my eyes.

“Looks good.” “That’s for when I’m done with you,” Harry replied reaching around Jules and beginning to unbutton his shirt, before stripping it down his arms and off, tossing it with impeccable aim into a wicker basket set in the corner. They stroked their palms over Jules’ skin, feeling the hair across his chest rasp, before pinching his nipples teasingly. “Hands on the wall.”

That's fine, then there's no need to get angry to the point of tearing my clothes. "I'll replace it." "The only problem is that the clothes are left, the rest haven't been washed. What should I wear now?" "Sorry!" Harry held up both fingers. Sarra began to think how he could get out. Harry, who felt guilty, could only scratch the back of his neck. "How about you go pick me some clothes." Sarra came up with a solution. "I?" Sarah nodded. "I don't want to." Harry refused. "Then I'll go with this shirt." Sarra pointed at a pair of red underwear.

I let my purse slide down my arm and drop to the floor where I stood in front of his desk. “Because short skirts and Harry Potter T-shirts are so professional,” he retorted. I wore a black, pleated leather skirt that sat high on my hips and flared out with bare legs and black combat boots. On top, I wore a white T-shirt that read, “I’ve got 99 problems, but a snitch ain’t one,” with the golden Harry Potter snitch on it tucked into my skirt. “Whatever, Muggle.” I plopped down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"Do you not need to bandage it? Is there no need to apply an ointment of some sort?" "I heal faster than others, I do not need anything to assist me. I simply mustn't wear a shirt my chest must be uncovered for the rest of the day." "That works for me." I teasingly smirk up at him and he flashes his canines at me playfully understanding what I am hinting at. If it were up to me I would forbid him to wear a shirt for the rest of his life but he already gathers too much attention with just his appearance and aura if he were to be shirtless most of the time it would cause unimaginable chaos among females.

Brooklyn gasped. "Yes," Harry lied and pulled a white tshirt over his head and a pair of sweatpants. "Crap," Brooklyn whispered and Harry chuckled. "You can shower here if you want," Harry said and turned round to Brooklyn. Brooklyn hugged the bed covers closer to her. "I haven't got any clothes to change into." "But I have," Harry said and ran his fingers through his damp hair. "And it wouldn't be the first time you wore them." Brooklyn narrowed her eyes, but nodded slowly.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

Alice POV I was in shock when I saw Harry appear in front of me wearing ripped jeans. Adidas trainers and a white t-shirt. His t-shirt hugged his muscles showing of the perfection under the fabric. He put a baseball cap on and we walked out of the bedroom. We walked past the press unnoticed which made me happy. I don’t know how to react in front of them.

Lia said with a big, assuring smile. I decided to beleive her and followed her down to the large living room. The first person my eyes searched for was Harry and I found him easily, but he has not seen me arrive. Just as planned, he had worn a black longsleeve shirt and had a matching black jacket over his fitted shirt. There were gold chains around his neck that matched with mine and the few buttons of his shirt undone helped to display little skin of his chest. Harry looked so hot, sitted composedly on one of the couch, his focus on my dad as he listened intently to him but his gaze was still so cold, it could almost scare off a child.