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

Part Fifty-Four

Tegan woke up with an ache wrapping around her whole body. It was dark in the room, but that wasn't saying much since Harry's magical bedroom shades pretty much sucked out all of the light anyway. She wouldn't know if it was still the dead of night or if it was the middle of the day.

She could feel Harry's warmth against her back and reached behind her to touch the far side of his body. When she felt his front hip bone instead of his butt, she realized the two of them were laying back to back instead of spooning.

She smiled to herself, realizing how cute it was that he wanted to be near her, even if they weren't actively cuddling. In the massive king-sized bed, it would be easy to lose each other, but that wasn't the case. Both their heads were even curled up on one pillow and Tegan realized just how close to the edge of the bed they were on her side.

"Bed hog," she whispered, slowly turning her body to face him.

She winced from the pain in her lower half and remembered how many times the two of them had sex the day before. He was literally going to suck the life out of her with sex. She was sure of it.

Tegan wrapped her arm around Harry's midsection, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck before leaving a delicate kiss on his jaw. He moved slightly against her and she froze, not wanting to wake him up. When she realized she hadn't, she smiled again.

"I love you," she breathed, bringing her hand up to smooth it across his hair.

She took a deep breath before she slowly sat up, realizing how badly she needed to go to the bathroom. She wasn't sure how she was going to navigate through the room though. She literally couldn't see anything, it was so dark, and she had no idea where her phone was. She barely even remembered getting to Harry's house or getting in bed the night before.

With a sigh and another wince, she stepped out of bed to carefully tiptoe toward Harry's bathroom. Thankfully for her, Harry's room was huge and wide-open, so she wasn't in danger of tripping over anything.

When she reached the bathroom, she shut the door as quietly as she could, realizing it was definitely morning. She could see the dim morning light filtering through the sides of the shades on the bathroom window.

She flipped the light on and squeezed her eyes shut before slowly opening them just a little bit to adjust to the light so she could take care of business. As she was washing her hands when she was done, she looked down her naked body in the mirror, immediately finding the tiny purple hickey that Harry left just above her pubic bone. She smiled to herself, remembering how adamant he was about wanting to give her a love bite.

Her eyes caught on her right hip, noticing tiny little marks there and squinted to see what it was. Her eyes darted to her left hip, finding the same marks. It didn't take her long to realize they were bruises from Harry digging his fingers into her as the two of them had sex, many times, the day before. They were faint, but they were there.

"Oh my god," she snickered to herself, turning to see if they wrapped around to her backside, but she didn't find any blemishes there.

While she was in the bathroom, she decided to brush her teeth so she didn't have morning breath when she kissed Harry. Bleck.

When she finally opened the bathroom door to go back to bed to cuddle her beautiful boyfriend, she was startled completely, letting out a shriek as she found Harry standing in front of her looking raggedly tired. Yet, he somehow looked utterly mouth-watering at the same time, his eyes puffy with sleep and his brunette waves disheveled on the top of his head.

"Fuck! Harry!" She yelped, pressing her hand to her chest as her heart hammered against her ribcage.

He quietly chuckled as a wide smile formed on his face.