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

Part Eighty-One

"I don't want you to leave me," Tegan sighed, tightening her grip on Harry as they lay in his bed that morning.

She was a bit hungover and she figured that Harry was pretty tired, since he had to stay up late to pick her and her friends up from the club. She knew they only had about two hours before he needed to leave for the airport so he could make it to the UK for his mom's birthday and she wanted to take full advantage of their time together, so she didn't want to leave his arms until she absolutely had to.

"I don't want to leave you either, love," Harry murmured, burying his face in the nape of her neck, hiding under her mess of hair.

Tegan giggled and squirmed when she felt his lips and whiskers tickling at her neck, which only caused Harry to tug her closer to his body so she couldn't pull away as he continued his benevolent attack on her neck.

"Harry!" She screeched, trying to worm out of his hold as her giggles bubbled out of her.

"Just love you so much," he mumbled against her neck before nipping at the skin with his teeth.

"Oh my god, stop," she giggled just as he finally pulled back with a wide, mischievous smile on his face. He let out a laugh, which caused her to laugh too.

"You slobbered all over my neck," she chuckled, wiping her hand across it.

"Let me slobber somewhere else then," he said with a suggestive smirk as he began to shimmy his way down her body.

"Oh my god, Harry," she giggled as he whipped the blanket off her body so he could position himself between her naked legs.

"Gonna make you forget any other celebrity crush you might have..." He mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her thighs and kissed the top of her sex, bringing up the fact that she met her other celebrity crush, Joe Jonas, the night before.

"Harry... oh my god. Are you jealous?" She giggled, looking down her body at him.

"Jealous? No," he said, smirking up at her, sending her a look that told her that he absolutely was.

"Baby, you're the only person, celebrity or not, that I want - the only person on this earth that I am in love with. It's always been you," she explained, smiling sweetly down at him as he left tiny little kisses on her inner thigh.

"Mm," he hummed against her heated flesh.

"You know that, right?" She asked, hoping he truly did.

"Yes," he said, moving to kiss her other thigh.

"Harry," she cooed, causing him to finally look up at her.

"I love you. Only you," she emphasized.

"I know, love. Me and that little cardboard cad in your childhood bedroom," he said, mentioning the cardboard cut-out of fetus-him at her parents house as a devious smirk turned up his lips.

An immediate laugh bubbled out of her as she threw her head back against the pillow. God, she loved him so much. When she heard Harry's low chuckle, she looked back down at him with as much fondness in her eyes as she could muster.

"I am so in love with you," she told him with so much love in her heart.

"I'm in love with you, kitten. Wanna show you. Wanna make you purrrr," he breathed, sinking his mouth down against her vulva, causing a whimper to skate out of her mouth.

As his tongue swiped down her cleft and back again, a low moan erupted out of her. But her mind was suddenly pulled away by the sound of her phone vibrating against the nightstand.