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

Part Twenty-Five

"Wanna show me the rest of your house?" Harry asked as he slid the key-cover down, over the piano keys before standing up.

"Uh, there's not much to it," she chuckled as she stood up too.

Her house literally consisted of four rooms. The living room, the kitchen, the bathroom and the bedroom. She didn't even have a room for her laundry. Her washer and dryer were just stuffed in a closet in the hallway.

"Regardless," he insisted.

"Well, this is, uh... my living room and kitchen," she told him, waving her hand out.

"I see," he chuckled.

"And uh... the bathroom..." she said, walking toward it as he followed. He stood in the doorway looking around. She was so happy she recently cleaned it.

"And the bedroom," she said, pointing to the open door to their right.

Without a word, Harry moved to her bedroom and she felt her stomach turn suddenly. She didn't know why she was nervous. There was really nothing to be nervous about.

She walked in, watching as Harry looked around at the room. She had to laugh when he moved the door to look behind it.

"What are you doing?" She asked him with a light laugh.

"Just looking to see if you brought that cardboard cut-out creep from your mum and dad's here," he said with a sneaky smirk.

"Oh my god," she scoffed out a laugh, batting at him with her hand. Harry barked out a laugh and pulled her into his arms by her wrist.

"I thought about it," she joked, wrapping her arms around his neck, causing Harry to laugh even harder.

"But I don't want sixteen-year-old you," she said, her voice low as she looked up at him, her eyes and heart vulnerable.

"Mm," Harry hummed, licking his lips as he looked down at her.

"How about twenty-four-year-old me?" He questioned, heightening an eyebrow.

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, nodding her head. Harry's lips turned up into a sideways smirk before he slowly moved in, kissing her delicately.

She felt like she was in an old romance movie, like her leg might pop backwards every time he pressed his lips to hers. She couldn't help but swoon. She really, truly loved kissing him.

He pulled back, just enough to look her in the face, reaching up to delicately swipe her hair behind her ear. It was so intimate that it gave her goosebumps.

"You're absolutely captivating," he cooed, his eyes staring into hers.

"Mm," she hummed, biting her lips together, feeling uncomfortable and elated at the same time.

"I'm so happy to be back... and to be here with you," he told her.

"Harry..." She breathed quietly, causing him to smile.

"I know compliments make you anxious, but it's a good kind of anxious, yeah?"

"Mm-hmm," she hummed. He leaned in, kissing her lips again.

"Good. Cause I'm not gonna stop," he said, sending her an impish smile.

"I didn't think you would, even if I protested," she laughed, causing him to chuckle.

A moment later, he yawned and he pulled back to cover his mouth with his hand. Tegan couldn't help but smile. Even his yawn was endearing.

"Are you tired?" She giggled.