Piper ~ H.S

~Seventy-Nine~

**Reposted because Wattpad was mean to me and never sent out the notification for this update, wtf r u doing Wattpad**

A/N: Okay fine you got your triple update lmao xD

Oh, and by the way: at a point in this chapter, you might think that Harry is being irrational, but just keep his condition in mind, OK? <3

"Alright, curly top. Clothes off," I told Harry as I pulled him into the en suite of his hotel room, "it's bath time."

"Are you sure you want to do this, Leah?" He asked me.

"Hey, if I can bathe Piper, I can certainly bathe you," I told him, "I've already run it for you, and it's not gonna get any warmer. So, clothes off, and hop in."

Harry chuckled. "I just meant to say that I could just have a shower instead."

"Yeah, but you won't get the full-on pampering experience if you just have a boring old shower," I retorted, "so, stop objecting. Take your clothes off before I take them off for you."

He smirked at me a little. "I mean...you're more than welcome to."

"Yeeaah...I suppose I could..." I began thoughtfully, "...I'm just trying to decide if I should put on a gas mask first," I flashed him a cheeky smile.

"Oh, shut up!" He rolled his eyes and laughed as he began to take off his shirt, "I don't smell that bad."

"Sure, babe. You keep telling yourself that," I giggled.

"You're so fucking mean," he huffed and pretended to sulk – which only made me giggle again – but that was cut short when he suddenly threw his dirty T-shirt right at my face.

"EEK! I've been contaminated!!" I threw the T-shirt on the ground and pretended to cough and gasp like I was breathing in poisonous gas, "Oh, the horror! The horror!!"

Harry immediately burst out laughing. "I hate you."

"I love you too, Haz," I blew a kiss at him which made him laugh again as he removed his sweatpants – and my eyes immediately widened, "oh...you're not wearing underwear..." I then shrugged, "actually, I really shouldn't be surprised."

"Yeah, you shouldn't," Harry chuckled, "there are only two things you need to remember about me, Leah: I hate underwear, and I hate pants. If I have to wear one, I'm not gonna wear the other."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Weirdo," I giggled and smirked at him, "I like it, though."

"I know you do," he smirked back, "you know what? That just took me back to the time I stayed at yours after Libby and Caleb's wedding. How you freaked out just because you walked in on me without a shirt?"

"Oh yeah!" I laughed, "I nearly forgot about that!"

"And now you're literally staring at me while my dick is hanging out and you don't even care," his smirk grew.

I giggled. "That dick's already put a baby in me. It's too late to care."

"Fuck, that seems like such a long time ago now," Harry mused as I ushered him towards the bathtub.

"I mean, it was basically a year and a half ago," I replied, "that is a pretty long time."

"True," he chuckled quietly as he sunk down into the water, "oh, wow...this is really nice. The temperature is perfect."

"Thank you," I replied with a smug smile as I sat down on the side of it, "I've had 5 years to practice the art of perfect bath temperature."

"You know, sometimes I try to picture what I'd be doing now if just one thing that contributed to us getting together never happened," he said, "like, what if you never left Piper's bag on the floor after my show? What would've happened? I can never imagine it."