Who'd You Rather? (H.S.) [ONGOING]

Part Ten

"Whaddya wanna do?" Tegan asked curiously, lifting an eyebrow as she looked over at Harry.

"Mm. Maybe we could watch something on the telly together," he suggested. The telly... oh, she loved hearing him speak.

"Okay. But I honestly don't want to get back into that dress and I'm not staying in this," she said, snapping her bra strap against her skin.

"Naked it is," Harry quipped, cocking his eyebrow at her suggestively.

"No! Oh my god," she laughed, bashfully hiding her face with her hand for a moment.

"C'mon. I'll get you something to wear," Harry offered as he took her hand and led her back into the house.

The air conditioning nearly chilled Tegan to the bone as they walked in.

"We forgot the towels," she pointed out, shivering as he walked her through the house to the stairs, the two of them leaving tiny little puddles wherever they stepped.

"I've got more upstairs," Harry replied, smiling back at her, never letting her hand loose from his.

"Next time we go up these stairs, you're carrying me," Tegan joked and Harry stopped in his tracks to look back at her with another suggestive look.

She suddenly realized just about everything that seemed to come out of her mouth could be construed as dirty. And maybe it was because she had a perfect view of Harry's ass or because the two of them spent quite a while making out or maybe it was the fact that she had the pleasure of turning him on. She didn't know. But it was one Freudian slip after another and she couldn't seem to stop.

"C'mere," Harry said, gripping his hands underneath her bottom.

"Harry!" She shrieked, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.

"Jump up," he coaxed her.

"Are you kidding?" She asked him, looking into his eyes.

"No. It'll give me proper reason to grab your bum," he quipped, smirking suggestively at her.

"Oh my god," she mumbled as she jumped up into his awaiting hands and he pulled her up against his body, walking them the rest of the way up the stairs.

"This is ridiculous," Tegan laughed as Harry masterfully turned on the bedroom light with his elbow.

She was more than a little surprised when Harry tossed her onto his bed and slithered up her body, kissing her quickly.

"Oh, god, Harry," she breathed as his kisses trailed down her jaw and then to her neck.

"Mm," he breathed against her flesh. He was making it so hard to say no to him.

"You're so... mm, amazing," he sighed as he pulled up, looking down at her sprawled across his bed.

"Not nearly as amazing as you, Mr. Styles," she hummed, looking up at him hovered above her.

She was in his bed and it would just be so easy to take that next step. Oh, god. She wanted to. She really did. But she had enough sense left in her to know they shouldn't.

"So... clothes?" She questioned, biting at her lip as she looked up at him.

"Yes," he said, clearing his throat as he pulled himself up further, kneeling between her sprawled legs.

"Although, I still think naked is better," he joked with a playful smirk as he ran his hands up and down her bare thighs.

"We practically already are," she retorted and his eyebrows heightened in amusement.