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

Part Fifty-Seven

Harry woke Tegan up at the end to watch the scene in Step Brother's where they were at the wine mixer, and the two of them giggled because it honestly didn't look even close to how the real one looked.

As the credits began to roll, Harry left the room for a few minutes before coming back in with their clean laundry — both loads.

"You finished the laundry?" She asked, looking up at him with a soft face.

"Mm-hmm. Even took a call from Jeffery and one from my mum while you were sleeping. I paused the movie like eight times," he snickered, dumping the contents of the laundry hamper out across his bed.

"Now we've got to fold it," he said with a smile.

"The worst part," she huffed, picking up a t-shirt out of the pile and quickly folding it.

"Agreed," he said, pulling a pair of his track pants off the pile before folding it.

After a few minutes, Tegan's folded piles started to stack up, whereas Harry only had a small pile.

"Man, you're a slow folder," she scoffed out a laugh.

"Ha!" He said, letting out a laugh.

"Look at my pile and look at yours," she pointed out.

"Didn't know it was a competition," he countered, sending her a sassy look.

"Didn't know you sucked so bad," she teased, smirking wryly at him.

"Oh! Is that how you're gonna play it?" He asked, leaning in to knock over one of her piles.

"Harry!" She yelped, quickly fixing the pile, which luckily pretty much stayed intact.

"Ha," he said again, chuckling under his breath.

"Alright, hot shot. If you think you're so fast..." She said, crawling out of bed to stand next to him.

"Let's make this a real competition," she said, pulling out a couple shirts, a couple pants and some underwear for each of them to fold.

"Alright. Okay," he said, humorously stretching out his arms like they'd be exerting an enormous amount of strength for the contest. She let out a laugh watching him before she rolled her neck and cracked her knuckles.

"Are you ready?" He asked, eyeing her.

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, eyeing him back.

"Alright. 1, 2, 3—go!" Harry said as the two of them hastily began to fold.

"And they have to be decently folded," she added as she folded her first shirt and quickly moved onto her second.

Soon enough, she was way ahead of him as the pants he was folding kept sliding apart because they were another pair of track pants and they were apparently slippery.

"Not fair," he said with a huff as he tossed them down on the bed in a heap and moved onto the next article of clothing.

She was nearing her last item when he let out another huff before reaching out to knock down her stack again, making a mess out of it this time.

"Harry!" She yelped as she leaned over, messing up his pile too.

"Tegan!" He huffed mockingly before he tackled her onto the bed, kissing her quickly.

She giggled into his mouth before relaxing underneath him, kissing him back.

"Counterproductive," she giggled into his kiss.

"I find this very productive. As a matter of fact, it's all I have planned for the rest of the day," he said before digging his face into the nape of her neck as she let out a loud laugh.