in which...

...y/n is quite the fan of harry's kilt

In which Y/N is quite the fan of Harry's kilt and he might be hiding something underneath  

At first Y/N couldn't stop laughing.

Seeing Harry in a kilt was definitely something she was not expecting and it made her burst into a fit of giggles. The thing that amused her most though was the fact that he could pull it off so easily. He just looked good and no one could deny that.

Then when he did a little twirl for her, her laugh seemed to die in her throat and she swallowed dryly with widened eyes, "You- you're not wearing anything underneath that?" She whisper-shouted, looking around to make sure no one saw what she just did.

"What would be the point of wearing a kilt if I had something underneath, darling?" He winked and Y/N truly had no idea if she should scold him or feel slightly flustered knowing that he'll be on stage in front of thousands of people with no underwear on.

"You're not seriously doing this..." She said quietly, watching him sit down on the dressing room sofa.

"I'm considering it." He shrugged, his legs spreading comfortably and making Y/N ogle.

His kilt had ridden up and showed part of the tiger tat on his thigh, which Y/N didn't get to look at often, not out in the open like that at least. She shifted in her spot and kept glancing towards the other side of the room, thinking that someone might barge in at any second. There were only ten minutes left until the show was about to start after all. Looking back and forth between Harry and the door, he noticed her silent worry and motioned with two fingers towards where he was.

"C'mere, pet." She moved hesitantly, stopping in front of him and pulling at the hem of her shirt. "What's wrong, hm?" He questioned, wrapping his arms around the back of her thighs, head tilting to look up at her. "What're you stressing over?"

"What if, I mean," she stumbled upon her words, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "what if someone sees?"

"Not keen on sharing?" He grinned, nosing at her tummy and her hands reached down to brush through his hair.

"Not... particularly, no." She bit on her lip, watching as he pressed a kiss over her hip through the shirt she was wearing.

"Want me all to yourself, s'that what this is all about?" He smiled, tugging her closer by her waist and he leaned his back once again on the couch, looking up at her. "Don't want people seeing what's yours?"

She swallowed thickly, eyes diverting quickly to the door, but then back on him when he pinched her hip, making her yelp. She looked down at his legs that were on full display, the white socks he had up to his knees being something she had no idea she wanted to see him wear up until then; looked really pretty on him, prettier than they ever would on her.

She looked at where his hands were resting over her hips, the black nail polish she had painted on his nails just a couple days before already starting to chip off, which she still had no idea how he managed to do. She looked at his hair, how it was styled in beautiful swirls, looking so soft and smelling of hair spray, the nice fruity kind. She looked down over his legs and noticed the beginning of his tattoo peaking from underneath the kilt and she couldn't really argue with him. She was not too fond of the idea of other people seeing him as exposed as she had; but it's not like he wouldn't think the same if it was the other way around.

"You look nice," she said quietly, running her index over the rings on the fingers he had resting over her hip, "very nice."

"Yeah?" He licked over his lips, pulling her closer and making her prop her knees on the couch by his side in order to not lose her balance. "How nice?"