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

Part Forty-Eight

Tegan's eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit, unfamiliar room. There was a split second of uncertainty until she heard Harry's breathing next to her, smiling to herself as memories flooded back to her mind of the night before. Their date at the winery, the wine mixer, karaoke, screaming to Mr. Brightside together as they left the wine mixer, and...

She took a deep breath and let it out as she thought about how the two of them finally slept with each other. And it was... wow. It was just... everything she imagined it would be. The banter and laughing along with the pleasure and heat. She wouldn't have it any other way with Harry.

Tegan slowly turned onto her side so she could see Harry. It was a rare occasion that she was able to wake up before him. It seemed like every time she spent the night at his place he was always awake before her.

But there were times, like at her house and now, in the hotel room in Catalina, that she was able to watch him in the quiet moments; to watch the way his even breathing caused his chest to rise and fall; to see the way his long eyelashes lay against the tops of his cheeks. His soft lips were parted just so as his breath whirred in and out of his lungs. He was magnificent. She couldn't believe he was real. She couldn't believe he was really there with her, that he...

Tegan's breath caught in her throat as a memory from the night before hit her like a ton of bricks.

Did he really confess his love for her? Was that really something that happened? He was in love with her? How could that be real? How could he love her like she loved him?

Tegan felt tears burn in the back of her eyes.

"What's the matter?" She heard Harry mumble from next to her and it startled her.

"Ah... what?" She breathed, clearing her throat, trying to stop the tears before they started.

"Your breathing hitched in your throat," he said, opening one eye to look over at her.

"It did?" She asked, biting at her lip as she looked back at him.

"It did," he said, opening both eyes as he leaned his body toward her with a smile on his face.

"Just admiring the angel in bed with me," she said, sliding her palm against his cheek, playing it off with a smile on her face.

"Is that right?" He asked with a low chuckle in his throat as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his body.

"Mm. 's right," she hummed, kissing his stubble-filled jaw.

"Mm. Love waking up to you," he mumbled into her wild hair. It was probably a complete mess, but she wasn't worried.

"I was thinking the same thing," she said with a smile, pulling herself up to look at him as he sank down on his back again.

"Yeah?" He breathed, leaning up to meet his lips to hers.

"Mm," she breathed, letting him kiss her lightly before pulling back.

"Morning breath," she breathed, sliding her body on top of his to straddle his hips.

"I don't care about morning breath," he chuckled, looking up at her as he adjusted his body a bit as she settled against him.

"I do," she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand as he slid his palms up and down the top of her bare thighs.

"I know you do," he chuckled, smiling up at her.

"How's my makeup? Do I look like a clown?" She chuckled, wiping her fingers underneath her eyes, causing Harry to breathe out a laugh.