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

Part Eighty-Five

Over the next ten minutes, Tegan watched from the bathroom counter as Harry flossed and brushed his teeth before thoroughly washing his face and then stripping down into his boxers. She continued to tell him about her day as he got ready for bed, and he shared his as well. She loved being able to talk to him. She had missed him so much.

When Harry swiped the phone from the bathroom counter and brought it with him to his bedroom, she got a great view of his tattoos on his chiseled abdomen and chest. She bit her lip, appreciating every inch of him. He was so damn sexy. It was maddening.

Tegan found herself walking up the stairs to Harry's California bedroom, wanting to lay down to talk to him for a while as he settled into his London bed.

"Being in this bed without you— it just doesn't feel right to me," Tegan said as she pulled back the covers and got into the bed on his side— the side she had been sleeping on while he had been gone. The scent of him on his pillow lulled her to sleep every night.

"Sleeping without you doesn't feel right to me," Harry amended her words and it made her smile.

"Only a few more days, right? You're still coming home on Saturday?" She questioned, hoping he hadn't decided to extend his stay.

"Mm-hmm," he breathed before another yawn sighed out of him.

"You're tired, baby," Tegan pointed out, knowing she would need to say goodnight to him sooner rather than later.

"I'm okay," he said simply and it made her smile because he was prioritizing her over the sleep he obviously needed.

"Baby," she insisted.

"I just wanna talk to you, kitten," Harry asserted stubbornly, smiling at her through hooded eyes.

"You're very sweet."

"I think you're sweet," he countered, smirking at her, causing her to giggle, "You're sexy too."

"Sir, if anyone is sexy, it's you," she insisted, causing his smirk to grow, his dimples dug deep into his cheeks.

"What are you wearing?" He asked, bouncing his eyebrows a moment later, causing her to guffaw, finding him so amusing.

"It's two-thirty in the afternoon here, Harry. I'm wearing a tank top and jean shorts," she laughed.

"You could be wearing less," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Is that you hinting that you want me to be wearing less?" She asked, sitting up slightly, feeling a bit of excitement in the pit of her stomach.

"Maybe," he admitted, still smirking at her through the screen.

She paused, watching him for a moment, wondering if he was being serious.

"Well?" He insisted a moment later and she let out a huff as she rolled her eyes, like it was an inconvenience for her, when in reality she was on board the moment he suggested it.

"I have to put the phone down," she told him.

"Prop it up on a pillow or something. Wanna watch you," he told her and she was slowly realizing that his hooded eyes weren't just from him being tired. He was getting turned on just by talking to her and she absolutely relished in it.

"Mm," she hummed as she grabbed the pillows from the side of the bed that she usually slept on and built sort of a wall so she could do just as Harry suggested.

"Mm. Perfect view, kitten," he breathed, smiling at her from the screen.

She giggled bashfully before she grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it off of her body.