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The Wrong Size

AN: moodboard up on my TikTok for this chapter :) ENjOY!

Of course - Harry lives in a gated community, he rolls down his window and scans some type of badge and chit-chats with the armed guard at the booth before the bar comes up, allowing us to pass.

He speeds down the very quiet and surprisingly graciously spaced estate until we reach his.

It was beautiful, it was massive.

He punches in a code on his pin-pad and there is once again - a guard - at the front of his gate that opens the gate for him to swiftly pull in, pressing a button above him for the garage to open.

As he pulled in, I couldn't help but notice the amount of cars he had in this ginormous garage. Beside a black Tesla, they were all vintage convertibles and luxury sports cars. There was also a line of beautiful, sleek motorcycles ranging from looking brand new to vintage as well.

Harry is quiet as he leads me through the house, informing me of where the kitchen was, before trudging up a long, winding staircase to the second floor.

It was all modern, very sleek, white, black, and tan. It was beautiful and expensive-looking but didn't have much personality. It didn't look lived in which would be believable since one person couldn't possibly need a house this big.

"Room at the end is mine if you need me, this is your room."

He opens the door to once again, a beautifully decorated bedroom, larger than my bedroom at my apartment. There was a silky, fluffy comforter with a million throw pillows and blankets.

The bathroom was just as big and extravagant. This had to be the work of many well-paid interior designers.

"Your house is very nice," I tell him as he tugs out a few towels and washcloths from a cabinet by the shower.

The walk-in shower had a faucet on the ceiling to give it the effect of rain. There was a bench that could at least fit three people sitting on it.

What drew my eye was the stand alone soaker tub that looked like heaven right about now. It was porcelain white and had an interesting shape to it. I wanted to sink into the bubbles and soothe my aching muscles.

"Would it be weird if I asked to use the tub?" I ask him, running my hand along the curve of the basin.

He lays the towels on the countertop and moves his hand to rub at the back of his neck.

Harry chuckles lightly, looking at me. His face seemed soft, more open. The harsh lines that he constantly held throughout the day faded to almost disappearing. It seemed like being home made him feel comfort, being out of the camera's focus.

"Tha's fine. I don't think anyone's ever used it," He replies.

"Never? This thing is fucking amazing, Harry!" I reply, toeing of my shoes. Noting I should have taken them off at the door but he didn't say anything and still had his boots on.

"I haven't had many house guests. I think Jeff and my friend Nick have stayed over a handful of times," He shrugs, a slight smirk as I clumsily tug off my bulky socks.

"That's sad," I pout, tucking my socks into my shoes and pushing them against the wall.

Harry looks like he is going to say something, a flash of vulnerability on his face, but then decides against it.

"Gonna strip for me?"

I roll my eyes at him, "Get out."

"Worth at shot, nothin' I haven't seen before," he reasons, a dimple I didn't realize he had popping in the side of his cheek.