If Harold and the missus were having shower sex and he was holding her up against the shower wall and he accidentally dropped her cuz he slipped how do u think he'd react (asking this because this actually happened to me 😩)
Oh my goodness. He’d feel HORRIBLE. He’d be tripping over himself trying to help her up, but not fully slip and fall over too. “Oh my, god! Baby!” She’s crumbled to the floor of the shower, with a pained yelp. He has to catch himself on the shower’s ledge to keep from falling, and he has water caught on his eyelids, blurring his vision as he squats down to find her hands. “Here, no, baby, let me help you up. Are you okay? Did you hit your head?”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m okay. I’ve done worse.” She chuckles shortly, trying to catch her breath. She can feel the bruises forming and her tailbone aching.
He tenderly would help her up onto the shower’s ledge, wincing as he helps her gingerly stand, at the splotchy bruises already blooming to the surface of one of her bum cheeks and the back of a hip and thigh.
“Ooh, baby. I’m so sorry, Snuggs.”
“Is it bad?” she asks, face scrunching up as she tries to straighten up and her tailbone has other thoughts.
Harry peeks behind her once more. “It’s…uh…”
“Like a peach?”
“A cute peach,” he decides. He kisses her forehead. “I’m really sorry, baby.”
And he would be fussing over her. Finding a heating pad for her sore tailbone and arnica gel for the bruises. Tenderly spreading it over the angry patches of skin. And, since the mood has definitely evaporated, the just have a good cuddle.
“M’an awful boyfriend. Almost broke yeh.”
“Almost,” she teases. “Can’t just throw me around like that, Styles. That’s not very gentlemanly.” She’d poke his bare chest and snicker to herself, stopping when she sees the guilt smeared all over his features. She nudges a bare foot to his calf. “Hey, you. I’m okay, I promise. I’m not really broken.”
“Jus’ feel bad,” he mumbles into her now damp hair. “I can’t believe I dropped you.”
“Yeah, maybe we should cool it with the shower.”
He sputters out a breath as he flops onto his back against the bed. “That is, if I can ever get it up again. That was terrifying.” xx.