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

Part Twenty-Seven

When they got back from their walk with a bag full of Thai food in tow, Tegan's stomach was really rumbling and she was entirely grateful that Harry brought up food while they were out because she only had a smoothie for breakfast and they slept through lunch.

"I don't have like, a kitchen table or anything," Tegan said, looking over at the large piano that took up the small dining room space.

"'s okay," he said, toeing off his shoes before walking into the living room to set the take-out down on the coffee table before he sat down on the floor in front of it, digging out the food containers from the bag.

Tegan pulled the Harry sweatshirt off and hung it on a hook by the front door before walking toward the kitchen.

"Do you want something to drink?" Tegan asked as she opened the fridge.

"Yes, please," he called to her.

"Uh, I have water or uh, milk, I guess. Oh! There's these uh, White Claws that my sister left when she was here a couple weeks ago," she said, pulling out one of them to look at it.

"Okay," Harry told her.

"I don't think she'll mind if Harry Styles drinks her White Claws," Tegan said, putting emphasis on his name as she grabbed another one of them from the fridge and walked toward the living room, hearing Harry snicker in response.

"It's watermelon," she said of the flavor.

"Mm," he hummed as she sat down on the floor next to him, where he was already eating out of one of the containers with chopsticks.

"Unless you want black cherry," she said, holding it out to him.

"No. Watermelon is fine," he said, opening his can.

"Sorry. No kiwi flavor," she joked and Harry let out a scoff of a laugh.

"Oh, that looks so good," Tegan said, looking at Harry's food as she opened her take-out container.

"It is," he mumbled through his full mouth and Tegan smiled at him as she pulled out chopsticks from their paper sheathing.

She dug into the food quickly before her stomach had the chance to growl again.

"Oh my god," Tegan snorted, biting back a smile as she looked up to see Harry drinking the White Claw. It was such a basic-bitch drink that it was almost comical to see him with it.

"What?" He asked, looking over at her.

"I just... I need... to get a picture of you with that," she snickered, pulling her phone out of her pocket, quickly snapping a pic.

"Why?" He chuckled.

"You're a pretty little white girl," she quipped, snapping another picture before Harry smiled really wide and put his hand underneath his chin to make a feminine pose while batting his eyelashes. Tegan laughed out loud and snapped a few more.

"'s good," he said, taking another sip.

"It's okay," she laughed, opening her can to take a sip.

"Well, you're the 'white girl' who has them in her fridge," Harry joked.

"Like, I said, they're my sisters," she laughed, taking a sip.

"Likely story," he quipped.

"They are, I swear," she laughed, "I'm gonna send her one of these pictures."

"Ugh. Why?" Harry laughed.

"Cause she'll get a kick out of you drinking her basic-bitch drink," Tegan said, quickly adding one of the pictures to the message and then typing out a short text before sending it.