It was very awkward, Y/N admits and she is sure Harry would respond the same if asked how her stay in his home is going. They weren't friends for a long time, they met each other in the beginning of last year and only became a bit more close around November so Y/N hasn't been in his home enough to know how move around effortlessly.
Y/N was in a very tough spot, unable to go home and not with enough money to live in a hotel for god knows how long the quarantine would endure. The initial plan has to move in with her friend Christina after her university announced that all students needed to leave the campus. However that plan fell flat when Christina's girlfriend called her crying on how she couldn't go home either. Y/N didn't even hear why and said to Christina that she found another friend to stay in to avoid putting her friend in a troubled position.
With the airports closed and without other options, Y/N booked herself two nights in a hotel so she could call everyone in her contact list in the hose to find somewhere free to stay -- obviously she would pay for groceries and other supplement but paying for a bed would overcome her sayings. She hated asking for help especially on times like this so it make more sense to start asking by her oldest friends.
Unfortunately, her search was pointless, the majority of her best mates were at home or at someone else's house. The first day of her stay in the hotel was ending, her distress was at its peak and crying was the only thing she could do. Of course, she got carried away imagining the worse outcomes that Y/N didn't noticed the texts she was getting. Only noticing them when "Home" by Michael Bublé stopped playing because someone was calling her through Facetime.
After wiping her tears away, the name H.S. became clear.
"Hi, Harry." She said almost whispering.
"Hi, darling. I am calling to check in on how are you doing with this all that is happening." Harry was texting his friends to make sure everyone was doing alright and when Y/N took a little longer to reply, he got worried.
"Not the best, to be honest, it could be worst though."
" What happened?"
"I was supposed to go home, flights are cancelled and my plan B didn't go through but I am not sick or anyone I know so.. that's good."
" So where are you staying?"
"For now, hotel."
"Why didn't you call me? I could use some company."
"Harry..."
"I am being serious! I have plenty of room for you here."
"We don't know how long this will go on, I could be stuck there for months."
"Am I that terrible that you don't want to stay with me?"
In the end,Y/N agreed to stay with Harry after making it clear that he knew she wasn't using him or anything. And he was telling the truth about needing some company, even though he wasn't quarantined for a extended period of time, he was already missing the presence of his friends and family.
After settling some details and check off of the hotel earlier -- Y/N decided that it was better to lose the small amount of money than to sleep on that bed again -- Y/N found herself in front of Harry's gate the next afternoon.
A week passed and she is yet to know which hallway leads to where and which cabinet to open. Y/N has never felt so out of place something about using simple things like cutlery or towels that cost more than your tuition made her a bit uncomfortable. What if quarantine lasted a long time, she gets her period and stains the 838 dollar sheets. (One night she was bored out of her mind and Harry was writing some song so she didn't want to disturb him so she tried to find the silky bedding set that she has been sleeping on so she could buy them. Y/N was expecting to be pricey but an almost thousand dollar bedding because of taxes and shipping,was really out of her league.)
If it wasn't genuine sparkle in Harry's eyes when she agreed to do some activity with him, Y/N would have run to the hills and hide there instead. They were spending a lot of the day time together, playing Clue or other board game or just chatting away about what was their routines before the world turned upside down.
However, tonight, Harry skipped their movie session to do some more writing before bed and, honestly, Y/N was a bit scared to be alone on the living area -- it was too large to consider it a room in her opinion-- so she went to her bedroom too. After realizing she wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, Y/N went into the bathroom and decided to take a bath to fill up the time and relax herself.
Looking through the wide variety of salts and other things rich people put on their baths -- Y/N was more of " pour enough soap so makes a couple of bubbles" kinda of gal and, even though she was living temporarily in luxury and friends with him, she supported the 'eat the rich' meme -- she remembered that Harry had a special lavender scented one that, to quote Harry Styles himself, "Makes you so sleepy that you will feel asleep inside of the tub. Happened to me more than once."
It was nine pm, there is no way Harry is sleeping this early so knocking on his door seemed plausible to Y/N. She got lost on the way to his room, had to spend a couple more minutes than necessary, eventually Y/N knew it was his room by the little huff and noises muffled by the door.
She knocks and not a second after it, Y/N is sure she heard him humming in response so she could come. Y/N does find out, however, that she couldn't be anymore wrong.
When she opens the door, the first thing she sees is a very naked Harry laid in bed, a thin layer of sweat covering his tattooed skin, his curly hair a mess and with one of his hands stroking his cock.
"Fuck!" Harry jolts on the bed the same second that Y/N slams his door and runs to her room.
If things were awkward before, they just got even more awkward.
