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

Part Forty-Five

Silence fell over them as they made their way to the front of the hotel. The two of them were quiet the whole way up to their room, but as Harry was unlocking their door, Tegan remembered her plan for the evening and desire flooded her once again.

She didn't want the stalkerazzi to bring down the mood of their night. So, just before Harry pushed open the door, she gripped onto his face and pressed their lips together. He kissed her back immediately, sliding his tongue against hers for a few blissful moments.

"What was that for?" He chuckled, looking into her eyes.

"Just wanted to kiss you," she breathed, biting at her bottom lip.

"Mm. Let's get inside and I'll kiss you all night. Wherever you want me to," he cooed, leaning in to leave a quick peck on her lips.

"Harry Styles," she breathed suggestively before giggling as the hair on the back of her neck stood on end from his words, adding to her arousal.

He was so incredibly sexy and she, more than anything, wanted to make love to him for as long as their exhaustion would allow them that night.

"I'm gonna slip into something a little more comfortable," she said suggestively before leaving another kiss on his lips and turning toward the hallway where their room was.

"Music to my ears," Harry said as he closed and locked their suite door.

"Do you want some water?" Harry asked her as she turned the corner into the bedroom.

"Yes, please!" She called back to him as she tugged on the wristband on her wrist from the wine mixer, pulling it off.

She bit her lip as she quickly went to the dresser, placing the wristband in with her clothes to keep as a memento before she pulled out the matching red and black bra to the panties she was wearing. She slipped into the bathroom, pulling the dress off her body and giggled as she had to peel the dress-tape off her boobs, before strapping the bra onto them, plumping them up to make them look a little better.

"Holy shit," she gasped, looking at herself in the mirror.

She looked horrendously drunk. Her eyeliner had kind of melted down, making it look like she drew it on with a crayon and her eyes were a bit bloodshot. Maybe from the alcohol, maybe because she was exhausted beyond words. But nothing was going to derail her plans for them that evening.

She quickly swiped her fingers below her eyes, trying to wipe some of the makeup away before she grabbed her hair brush from her toiletry bag, running it through her long blonde strands that seemed to have lost their curls long ago.

That would have to do. She didn't have time to make herself look any better because she didn't want to keep Harry waiting.

When Tegan stepped out of the bathroom, Harry was just walking into the bedroom with two water bottles in his hands.

"Black and red lace," he groaned sexually.

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, smiling at him.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, Tegan," he told her as his eyes dipped down her body.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle her massive smile. She loved the way he looked at her. It made her feel so many pleasant things.

"You weren't wearing this bra before. Am I correct?" Harry asked as he walked closer to her, looking at her a bit skeptically.

"You are correct. I'd feel awkward standing here with my boobs out waiting for you. Plus, I thought I'd give you the chance to peel it off of me," Tegan breathed, sending him a seductive look.