Never have I ever [H.S]

6

"Hey! Stop that! You have your own!" you scold Harry, but let him steal some of your food even though he is eating the same thing. That boyish smirk on his face just makes it worth, he could get away with anything.

"But I swear yours taste better!" he defends himself, returning to his own bowl, half filled with your favorite fast recipe, pasta with pesto, edamame beans and cherry tomatoes. It's so easy to make, you used to eat it all the time when you first moved away from your parents and had to figure out what to eat every day.

Now you are currently at Harry's for the second day straight, having gifted with the privilege of being free from work for more than a few hours at the same time. Making a use of it, you were quick to show up at his home, but the two of you were also fast to eat his fridge out and this was the only thing you could make from the things left in his kitchen. He clearly likes it just as much as you do. Lying comfortable on his side, propped up on one elbow, he is wearing only his boxers, his full chest on display for your greedy eyes, but you are showing just as much skin yourself too, sitting only in your bra and some extremely short shorts.

"They taste the same, H. Made it myself, came from the same pot," you tell him teasingly, but he just smirks and puckers his lips, signaling that he wants a kiss that you happily give him leaning closer to him.

"And you made it very delicious."

You've been enjoying your time with Harry recently a lot more to the fullest, knowing that he is set to leave for his tour very soon. Your upcoming months however don't seem too crowded, since you still haven't heard back from that mystery movie you auditioned for such a painfully long time, so you just took it as they didn't choose you. Not a big deal, in fact, you'll have more time on your hand and might even be able to visit Harry quite often, making your time apart more bearable. There are only a few weeks left until he won't be just a car drive away from you, so you clearly want to make the best out of this time.

When the food is gone and you are both full, Harry takes the bowls and just tosses them to the nightstand, adding to the mess you two have managed to create since you arrived. Cleaning up after yourselves wasn't really your number one priority when you were gifted with so much alone time. Saying you'll take care of it afterwards made you end up with dirty clothes splattered across the floor, countless mugs and glasses hiding at different spots in his bedroom and the kitchen sink filled with dishes to be washed. You know you can't put the cleaning back any longer, but it feels so nice to just get lost in his big, comfy bed and forget about the outside. It's something neither of you are lucky enough to have too often.

"How about we have a shower?" he suggests with a devious smirk and you already know he wasn't thinking just about showering.

"Mm, is this your way of telling me I smell?" you tease him, making him laugh as he reaches out and curling an arm around you he pulls you down, right on top of him, his arms locking you in his embrace. Leaning closer he sniffs first your neck and before you could realize what the hell he is doing, he is already poking his nose into your armpit.

"Harry! No!" you laugh trying to push him away, but he just keeps going, sniffing around you wherever he can, that grin never grin away from his face.

"I think you smell splendid, Angel," he then concludes and still laughing, you roll off of him, lying on your back as he pushes himself up on one arm again, smirking down on you.

"I can't believe you sometimes. You are so weird," you huff, but obviously don't mean it in a bad way.

"Oh, says the one who spent fifteen minutes yesterday with comparing her navel to mine," he snorts, making you gasp.