You just got out of a quick, cold shower. You really needed it. It was super hot out in Paris right now and after the whole day of running from fans and paps you were completely covered in sweat. You wrapped a towel around your now perfectly clean body and exited the bathroom.
"H?" You questioned looking around for him. He was nowhere to be found but you just shrugged and went to his suitcase. You loved stealing his clothes. They were big and comfy but most importantly, they smelled like him.. besides you didn't even have a nice, oversized hoodie.. You grabbed one of his. The black 'Harry' one and put it on. Oh God.. you loved his scent. By just smelling his clothes you would get turned on. God, if he only knew the power he has over you. Suddenly you heard the front door closing.
"Babe?"
"Bedroom" you yelled back putting on a pair of shorts on.
"Are you ready, kitten? The gig's in about one and half hour" he said standing in the door frame.
"Am I ready? Are you ready, handsome?" You asked coming up to him. You were now very very close. Your noses almost touching. His breath hitched. You smirked. You had power over him as well..
"That's my hoodie, young lady" he replied putting his hands on your hips. "why won't you wear yours, huh?" He whispered to your ear sending chills down your spine. You literally felt your legs shake.
"I-I don't have one.."
"And what's that? There?" He asked pointing at your suitcase. You looked at it and frowned. There really was a pink hoodie lying on it. You've never seen it before. It wasn't yours.
"C'mon. What you're waiting for? Undress" Harry walked past you and grabbed it. You did as he said. You were now standing half naked wondering what the hell was that boy on. He turned around and his expression was priceless. He wasn't expecting to see you half naked.
He's already seen you naked, a lot of times. But his reaction to your body was always the same.
"I-I mean.. w-we have over an hour" he stuttered and you giggled.
"Just give me the hoodie lover boy" you shook your head.
"I can offer lots of other things as well" he bit his lip.
"You can stop it for now.. we can come back to this conversation after the show. We'll see how much energy you have.. but for now.. hoodie please."
You put it on walked to the mirror to do your light makeup. That's when you saw it.
"What?" You shouted of excitement. "seriously?"
The hoodie you were now wearing was customized for you. It didn't say Harry live on tour 2018, it said Y/N, life support, 2016 (the year you met).
"I know it's not anything fancy but I thought that you deserved one. I would be nothing without you. You are literally my life support" he said coming to you and kissing your head. "you like it?"
"I love it!" You said with a big smile on your face. "I'm never taking this off.."
"You're gonna sweat, it's gonna stink.." he said.
"Oh shut the fuck up, Vanilla scented Tom Ford dream boy. Not everybody's born perfect" you said and kissed him. "thank you" you whispered against his lips.
"Thank you" he smiled and kissed back.
