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

Part Sixty-Five

Harry stepped out of the shower first, retrieving the fluffy white bath towels in the cabinet as Tegan shut off the water. Harry was back a moment later with a towel tightly swathed around his waist, draping another towel over her shoulders.

"Thank you," she cooed, leaning up on her tiptoes to peck his lips.

"Mm-hmm," he hummed against her mouth before kissing her again.

As the two of them stepped out of the shower, Tegan looked around the bathroom, realizing she didn't have any clothes to change into.

"Shit. I left my bag with my clothes in it downstairs," she said, wrapping the towel around her midsection before tucking the corner in to secure it to her body.

"Go naked," Harry said with a sneaky smirk and a playful shrug of his shoulders.

"That's your answer for any clothing dilemma," she snickered and rolled her eyes.

"And yet, you never take my suggestion," he scoffed, eyeing her as he pursed his lips together.

"It's freezing in your house!" She laughed, feeling the goosebumps on her skin from the arctic-temperature air-conditioned air.

"Better for snuggling," he said with a soft smile just before she walked out of the bathroom.

"Grab something from my closet!" He called to her and she smiled to herself as she stopped in her tracks and receded on her feet to pop her head back into the doorway of the bathroom.

"Am I sleeping over tonight?" She questioned hopefully, watching as he stood naked in the middle of the room, attempting to dry his hair with a towel.

"That's up to you, love," he said, pausing to look at her with a sly smirk on his lips.

Well, if she had it her way, she'd never leave. Too bad reality wasn't on her side.

"Would you like me to?" She asked, cocking her eyebrow in question as she smiled back at him.

"More than you'll probably ever know," he told her matter-of-factly.

"Okay," she said with a slight nod before she began walking to his closet with the widest, giddiest smile on her face. She was so in love with him.

She immediately pulled open Harry's underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of his boxer briefs, quickly sliding them up her legs before she walked over to his shirts, leafing through them. She pulled a black t-shirt from his own 2018 tour off its hanger, admiring the picture of him with his guitar on the front of it.

She really wished she bought that shirt at the concert, but instead she got the white tour tee with a close-up picture of Harry's face and the specific tour date underneath it. She hadn't worn it since Harry had come into her life because she felt a bit awkward. But now she could feel a whole new kind of awkward wearing his merch that he personally owned.

She slipped the t-shirt on before rubbing her cold arms, thinking maybe she should grab a sweatshirt too. She chose the first one she saw, which happened to be a black Full Stop Management hoodie. She tugged it on and walked out of the closet, immediately finding Harry curled up on his side underneath the big white duvet on his bed.

She laughed immediately, her smile a mile wide as he smiled back at her with the blanket tucked underneath his chin.

"It's cold in here," he said, still smiling at her.

It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, but as soon as Harry mentioned snuggling earlier, it was all she could think about.

She bit at her lip as she walked toward the bed.