I rushed a tissue up to my nose, petting Ollie’s freshly brushed coat upon the loud knock on my door. I didn’t even bother to move from my spot on the sofa, not wanting to part from the warm blanket wrapped around my feet.

“It’s unlocked, H!” I croaked.

The front door quietly swung open and he comes striding through the door with an arm full of grocery bags. He frowns upon seeing me.

“You even sound horrible.”

Harry sits bags by the door and strides over to where I lie, splayed out of the sofa. He leans down pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Your even feel warm, you poor thing.” he coos.

I sigh, sitting up against the sofa’s arm.

“I’m fine, it’s just the sniffles. Maybe a little bit of a cold. Nothing to fuss over.” I assure him.

I lean over, reaching for another kleenex as he gasp, narrowed green eyes landing on the gray sweatshirt I’m wearing.

“That sweatshirt looks very familiar .”

I grin.

“It’s yours.” I reply casually.

Harry points to the forest green G logo printed on the fabric in disbelief.

“That’s my Packer’s sweatshirt!”

I nodded before pressing another tissue to my nose.

“We’ve established this already, Harry.”

He’s still staring at the sweatshirt as if it might catch on fire any moment now.

“That’s my lucky Packer’s sweatshirt! Do you know how long I’ve been looking for that?” he questions.

I shrug.

“I stole it away from you a few months ago when I spent the night.”

Harrys shook his head, curls moving with him.

“You don’t understand, Presley. Every time I wear that sweatshirt and the Packer’s have a game, they win. It’s practically scientifically proven! They had their first game last week and they lost- because of you!”

I fought the urge to giggle at how serious he actually was.

Men and their sports.

“Sorry?” I shrugged.

He sighed running a hand through his hair.

“I bet you’re an undercover Bear just waiting on our demise!”

My eyebrows furrowed.

“What?”

Harry scoffed.

“I can’t believe it, my own girlfriend, siding with the enemy!”

I pet Ollie’s head who seems to have become a bit startled by Harry’s outburst.

“Harry, I don’t even like American football. I just like wearing your clothes. They’re comfy and help me sleep.”

The scowl on his face slowly turns into a grin.

“It does look good on you.”

I grin, taking my bottom lip between my teeth.

“But, I reckon I’d look twice as good in some of that Chicago apparel.”

His eyes narrow.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Notes

Something short and sweet!!

Since we all got a glimpse of Harry and Presley's future in the last drabble, feel free to asks any questions you might have regarding their future life. I'm not going to write a drabble for every detail so please feel free to asks if you're curious!