Piper ~ H.S

~Seventy-Five~

A/N: Hiiiii guys :D did you miss Leah & Co? xD

"Piper has honestly been so happy since we told her that the baby is a girl," I told Harry with a chuckle as I pulled one of his T-shirts out of his drawer.

"I know," Harry chuckled as well, "it's so cute. She's so excited to have a little sister."

"Thank God. I was hoping she'd be cool about all this. Looks like I had nothing to worry about," I said with a smile before showing Harry the T-shirt I'd grabbed, "you should wear this one today," I told him with a little smirk.

"Erm..." Harry snickered, "I don't know about that, love."

"Why not?" I asked.

"If she sees me wearing that, I'm pretty sure it'll only be a matter of time before Piper starts asking what 'Hot N' Hard' means," he chuckled again, "pretty sure I should just stick with what I've got on now."

"Oh...true," I rolled my eyes and giggled, "damn it. I love this shirt on you."

"I don't think I'll ever be able to wear it again - not with two daughters hanging around, at least," he said thoughtfully, "maybe I should just give it away."

"What?! No!" I protested immediately, "Did you not hear what I just said? I love this shirt!"

"Well, what do you expect me to do with it?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Well...I dunno..." I flashed him a cheeky smile, "you could wear it to bed..."

"Oh..." he began to smirk, "that I can do indeed. It would give you a great indication of my mood too," he winked at me.

"Mm. It would be very helpful to know when you're 'Hot N' Hard'...so I can...help you out," I giggled.

"Alright, then. I'll keep it," his smirk grew as he took the shirt from me and tucked it back into his drawer, "especially for you, sexy."

I giggled again and felt a soft blush tickle my cheeks. "My goodness - you're quite the charmer, Mr Styles."

"Only for you," he took me by the waist and smiled as he touched his forehead to mine, "safe to say you fell for it, then?"

"I fell for it the minute I saw your baby face on the telly eight years ago," I smiled back at him.

"Oh, come on. I was planning to compete with you on that," Harry rolled his eyes, "how am I supposed to compete now when we hadn't even met back then?"

I giggled. "You're good with words. You could still probably beat me - if you're clever enough."

Harry smirked. "Alright," he then cleared his throat, "in that case, I'm gonna confess something."

"Oh?" My eyebrows rose, "And what's that?"

"That night we first met," he began, "I fantasized what it might've been like if we spent the night together."

I burst out laughing. "And, just like that, bang goes the charm."

"Hey - hang on, hang on. I'm not done yet," his smirk grew, "when I saw you that night, I thought you were so gorgeous, and I was really, really tempted to ask you out. But I knew you had a child to think about, and I didn't want to be that person again, so I held my tongue."

"Me? Gorgeous?" I scoffed, "Are you just kissing my ass?"

"No," he shook his head and drew a cross over his heart, "I swear to God, there were 600 people in the venue that night...but after I saw you, it suddenly felt like we were the only two people there. And do you wanna know something else?"