Piper ~ H.S

~Thirty-Nine~

A/N: Yayy, a double-update! :D Now, I know I made it pretty obvious at the end of the last chapter, but in case anyone didn't quite catch on...

**SMUT**

But OH MY GOD, I got so carried away with it lol xD I'm sorry :p

Harry & I stayed up until we were sure that Ashley and Piper were fast asleep, before we started to prepare for our night together.

While I washed up and brushed my teeth, Harry got his bag out of his car and brought it into the house. And once I'd finished in the bathroom, I got out of Harry's way to let him use it – and I found myself waiting in my room for him to finish up.

I wanted to show Harry a different side of me tonight. We've been together for months, now...and yet I've still let him be the one to always take over in the bedroom. But not tonight. Tonight, I was gonna take the lead.

While he was in the bathroom, I went over to his bag and lifted it up onto the bed so that I could start rummaging through it – looking for a shirt or a scarf or something of his. And soon enough, I came across one of his silky red Gucci shirts – one that I instantly recognized from one of his Dunkirk interviews. And as soon as I saw it, I broke out a smile.

Perfect.

I tossed his shirt onto the bed and set his bag back down on the floor. After that, I started to strip off all my clothes – my sweater, my undershirt, my jeans...even my bra and my panties – and left them in a small pile on the floor. I then took Harry's shirt and slipped my arms through the sleeves – deliberately leaving it unbuttoned so that my breasts were exposed.

So, there I was – literally wearing nothing but Harry's shirt – and I smiled to myself once more.

Hopefully, this'll give him a bit of a surprise.

I made my way over to the bed and crawled on top of it – leaning back against the headboard and making myself comfortable – delicately crossing my legs as I waited for Harry to return from the bathroom.

And then, just a few minutes later, that moment finally came.

I could hear Harry's footsteps coming down the hallway as he left the bathroom – and I felt a smirk starting to form across my lips straight away as I began to casually twirl a lock of my hair around my finger.

"Hey Leah," Harry spoke up as he began to enter the bedroom, "where's the power socket in this room again? 'Cause I need to charge my pho – oh my God," he abruptly cut himself off as soon as he saw me – his eyes growing wide and his mouth falling open in astonishment.

I immediately flashed him an innocent smile – trying so hard not to giggle at his reaction.

"Are you ready for bed now?" I asked him sweetly – acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Harry didn't say a word and just gawped at me – his phone falling from his hand and dropping to the ground with a dull thud.

"You know, I'm really starting to understand why you go for expensive clothes now, Harry," I spoke again – my smile quickly morphing into another smirk as I played with the collar of his shirt, "they're so comfortable – a lot more...breezy. I like it."

"Leah..." Harry was struggling to speak – his mouth opening and closing just like a fish, "I...I-I didn't...you're just..." his voice trailed away, "holy fucking shit..."

This time, I simply couldn't hold back a giggle. "Like what you see?"

Harry took several moments to compose himself, before he finally took a deep breath and chuckled softly – cocking his head to one side and smirking at me.