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

Part Twenty-Eight

When Tegan came back out of her bedroom, she had an arm full of candles and a lighter in her hand.

"Sorry about this," Tegan said, finding Harry in the kitchen, putting their leftovers in the fridge, even though it wasn't even running anymore because of the lack of power.

"The weather is not your fault, Tegan," Harry chuckled.

"Well, you know... it's inconvenient," she told him.

"There's nothing inconvenient about being here with you, regardless of the power outage," Harry told her.

Tegan bit back a smile as she quickly placed and lit the candles around the living room and heard Harry crack open another White Claw.

"You like those, huh?" Tegan snickered at him.

"Mm," he mumbled into the can as he drank.

"I'll get more for Harley," Harry told her.

"Oh. Don't worry about it. She's drank so much of my alcohol, it's not even funny," Tegan said, waving it off.

"You're proper setting the mood right now," Harry quipped as he walked into the living room, sitting down on the sofa.

"A little bit of ambience. Who knows how long the power will be out," Tegan said, sitting down with him on the sofa, picking up her phone to see if Harley texted back, finding only laughing emojis in response to her last text.

"So, whaddya wanna do?" Tegan asked, looking over at Harry through the candlelight.

"I dunno. Talk?" He suggested. She let out a laugh and nodded her head. There wasn't a whole lot else to do.

"I still wanna get to know you better," he told her.

"Alright," she said, pulling her legs up to sit criss-crossed as she faced him on the couch. He turned to face her too.

After a moment, Harry let out a laugh, causing Tegan to smile widely.

"My mind's gone blank. Can't think of a thing to ask you," he chuckled and she laughed out loud.

"Okay. Uh, look up some questions. Like 20 Questions or something, you know?" She suggested.

"Alright," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through it.

"Oh, have you seen this?" Harry said, turning his phone so she could see it. It was the picture of the two of them backstage at Ellen that she found the day before.

"Yeah. I uh, I just saw that on Twitter yesterday," she told him with a smile. Her heart sputtered at the thought of Harry saving the picture to his phone.

"It's your picture in my contacts now," Harry told her.

"Shut up," she said, grabbing her phone before finding his contact information and thrusting her phone out toward him.

"It's your picture in my contacts too," she said and he smiled back at her.

"It's kismet," he said sweetly, causing the butterflies to riot in her stomach.

"Where did you get the picture?" She questioned, only asking so she could occupy her mind with something other than Harry considering anything about their relationship to be fate — because it made her sick to her stomach with infinite happiness.

"Ellen sent it to me," he told her.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Your life is so cool," Tegan said, meaning it whole-heartedly.

Harry snickered, smiling up at her momentarily before he was engrossed in his phone again. She watched as he typed and began scrolling, then reading the page he was on.