Who'd You Rather?

Tegan was absolutely floored to be getting a personal tour of Harry Styles' home, by Harry Styles himself. It was like an in-depth look into his day-to-day life – an in-depth look at where he relaxed, where he was most comfortable, the space where he could be himself out of the spotlight. It was a privilege and an honor and she knew she wouldn’t get over it any time soon.

“Okay, well, this is obviously the main living space – the kitchen, the dining room, the living room,” Harry said, beginning the tour as he waved his hand at each space.

“Yes,” she said with a nod.

“If you just… if you come over here with me, we’ll go up,” he said as the two of them walked over and ascended the stairs together.

“Up here there are two guest bedrooms and their adjoining bathrooms,” Harry said, flipping on the lights to one of the rooms as Tegan peered inside.

“Mm,” she hummed, only thinking of how amazing the house was, how beautifully decorate every inch of it seemed to be.

“There’s a bathroom right through there as well,” Harry pointed to the opened door in the room. Tegan nodded as Harry turned out the light and they walked across the hall to the next.

“The other one,” Harry said, flipping on the light.

“Ooh. I like this one. The windows. Wow. You can see the whole neighborhood from up here,” Tegan cooed, walking toward the large windows that looked over the driveway.

“Not the best view,” Harry replied with a light chuckle.

“But it’s a view,” she said, smiling over at him.

“That it is,” he chuckled as the two of them walked out of the room.

“If you come with me up here, you’ll find the office and the master bedroom and bath,” Harry told her as they took another set of stairs up. He sounded like a tour guide or a realtor or something. It made her snicker.

He quickly showed her the office, which was a bit bare except for a desk and a chair in the corner and a few pieces of art on the wall. She quietly wondered if all his awards and plaques he got over the years while being in One Direction were in his office in his London home.

When they walked into the master bedroom, Tegan’s eyes lit up. One of the walls was almost completely a floor to ceiling window, looking over the entire city.

“Wow. Now that’s wow,” Tegan said, walking over to peer outside over the horizon. The sun was nearly set and the sky was a dark pink hue. It was absolutely breath-taking.

“A better view,” Harry said quietly.

“A phenomenal view,” Tegan cooed, mesmerized by all the lights below.

“You know, I like how you appreciate everything. Whether it be something big or small,” Harry told her as he walked up next to her.

“Hm,” she hummed, letting out a light laugh as she looked over at him.

“You gushed over the view of the driveway as much as you gushed over the view of Los Angeles,” Harry pointed out. Tegan let out another laugh.

“It’s nice,” Harry told her, causing her to blush.

To be completely honest, she’d been in awe all night. She probably would have gushed over anything he showed her.

“So, uh, this is your room?” She asked, changing the subject as she turned to finally look at the space.

“It is,” Harry told her.

She could feel her cheeks blushing at the thought of being in his room, of actually being in his room. The frame of his bed was tufted plush blue velvet with complimentary bedding and it looked oh so inviting.

“Mm,” she hummed, trying to break away from the dirty thoughts that flooded her mind just by being in his bedroom.

“What?” Harry asked curiously.

“Nothing, nothing,” she said, waving it off as she walked toward the master bath, wondering if she’d ever be able to afford something so luxurious.

“You have a great house, Harry,” she said as she turned back and found him standing in the doorway watching her.

“There’s more,” he told her.

“More?” She choked out.

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed, sending her a sideways smirk.

“Really?” She asked, letting out a laugh and looking impressed all at once. She didn’t know how the house could get any better.

“Would you like to see it?” He asked with a smile.

“Of course,” She said enthusiastically and he let out a laugh before leading her out of the bathroom and then out of his room altogether. Goodbye bedroom that dreams are made of.

The two of them took the two flights of stairs down to the main level before Harry led her to another flight of stairs, leading down.

“So many stairs,” she giggled.

“Yeah. It’s quite a bit,” he said, smiling back at her.

“Down here we have the home gym…” Harry said, guiding her through a doorway as he flipped on the light.

There was an exercise bike, a treadmill and a weight bench, plus a space to do any other type of exercising he wanted to do. She quietly wondered if he did yoga, like she did.

“Mm,” she hummed, picturing him working out in there. Harry smiled over at her again before leading her back out and onto the next room.

“And uh, over here is the cinema,” he told her.

“A cinema?” She asked, looking at him wide-eyed as he flipped on the light to a room that had two couches which sat on their own separate levels in the room, just across from a massive TV. The carpet was dark grey plush velvet and absolutely Heaven underneath her bare feet.

“Wow,” she said in awe as she sat down on the lower plush leather couch. Harry watched her from the doorway with a smile on his face.

“This is amazing,” she said, rubbing her hands against the soft cushions.

“Maybe we can watch a film in here sometime,” Harry suggested, causing Tegan’s stomach to turn with excitement.

“Yeah,” she squeaked out. He was implying he wanted to see her again and it was almost too much for her heart to take.

“Have you heard of a little film called Kaleidoscope? I hear it’s good,” he quipped, smirking wildly at her.

“Mm. I was thinking more along the lines of an epic war movie. Something like… hmm… Dunkirk,” she countered and Harry chuckled lightly.

“Yeah,” he said as she stood up from the couch and walked over to him.

“Is there more?” She asked curiously.

“A little bit more,” he said as she followed him to another room, which was actually like an indoor/outdoor space. It was like a little cabana with its own attached bathroom.

“This is amazing,” she cooed, taking in the whole space. There were a couple of couches and chairs and a TV on the wall. And at one corner of the room, it opened up to a back patio.

“What’s out here?” Tegan asked as she walked through the open space, finding a pool across the backyard.

“Oh, wow,” she said, walking toward it.

“Of course you have a pool. Why wouldn’t you? This house is amazing,” she gushed, smiling back at him as he chuckled to himself.

“Oh my god. Is that a hot tub?” Tegan questioned, pointing to the elevated circular part at the backside of the pool.

“It is,” he said with a nod of his head.

“Amazing,” she said as she walked toward it, dipping her hand in the steamy water.

“Harry,” she cooed, looking back at him. His house was like the type of house you fantasized about, like the houses they used to show on MTV Cribs back in the day.

“Do you want to go in?” He asked with a laugh.

“I wish!” She gushed, sitting down on the ledge of the hot tub.

“Why can’t you?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“I don’t know. Cause it would be weird,” she told him, making an eek face.

“Why would it be weird?” He asked, furrowing his brows in question.

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, completely full-face blushing.

“We could both get it. It wouldn’t be weird,” he assured her. And her stomach did somersaults. How on earth would she be able to handle herself in a hot tub with him?

“I don’t have a suit,” she countered.

“We don’t need bathing suits,” he told her, causing her to let out a choked noise from the back of her throat.

“I meant, we can go in our knickers,” Harry laughed heartily.

“Oh my god,” Tegan laughed, momentarily pressing her hand over her face, feeling embarrassed about the ungodly noise that came out of her mouth.

“C’mon,” Harry said, grabbing her hand, helping her up off the edge of the hot tub.

“Where are we going?” She asked, following him as he pulled her along.

“To get towels and our champagne,” Harry told her and she let out a giggle.

As Harry went to grab towels, Tegan gulped down what was left in her glass before grabbing the entire bottle, sans glasses. When Harry came back down the stairs he eyed the lone bottle in her hand.

“I figured the less glass by the pool, the better,” she told him.

“Brilliant mind,” he said, smiling widely at her before he gulped down what was left in his glass.

“Wait!” She said quickly, realizing she needed one thing before they went in.

“Yeah?” He questioned.

“I know you don’t have long hair anymore, but I’m hoping you might still have a hair binder lying around,” she inquired, biting at her bottom lip.

“C’mon. Let’s have a look,” he said as the two of them made their way all the way up two flights of stairs to the master bedroom.

“Do you ever get sick of climbing these stairs?” Tegan grunted as she made it up the final step.

“Everyday. It’s even worse when I’ve been drinking,” he explained, smirking over at her.

“Maybe that’s what I’m feeling,” she giggled to herself as they made their way into the master bathroom.

Harry pulled open a drawer and dug around quickly. Tegan bit at her bottom lip when she saw a few condoms strewn about inside. Oh god. The thought of Harry and sex… oh god.

“Here we go,” he said, pulling out a black hair tie before closing the drawer.

“Thank you,” she said and she could feel her face flushing rapidly.

“Ready?” He asked, looking over at her.

“Ready,” she squeaked with a nod and followed him out.

As the two of them made their way outside and walked toward the hot tub, she wondered how awkward she would feel stripping down to her undergarments in front of Harry. And then she remembered how she bought her bra and panties just for tonight, just for him. Even though she never planned on showing him.

She quickly took a sip of champagne out of the bottle before she set it on the ledge of the hot tub, looking up just in time to see Harry stripping out of his white dress shirt, revealing all the tattoos she spent many nights studying from a computer screen. He smiled over at her and her stomach tied in knots. She was about to strip down into her underwear in front of Harry Styles, who would also be in his. How would she be able to control her raging libido?

“Are you going to get in?” Harry asked as he kicked off his expensive black shoes and pulled off his socks, stuffing them inside.

“Uh, could you… uh, unzip me? Please?” She asked, biting at her lip. She could do it herself, but it would take some real acrobatic skills and wouldn’t be pretty. She wanted to exude as much grace as she could when she was in his presence.

“Charmed,” he said, walking toward her as she turned her back to him, slipping her long hair over her shoulder.

Harry slowly pulled the zipper down her back and her skin tingled where he touched it. She was about to get half-naked with him and she was sure she was going to melt into a puddle right in the hot tub.

“Thank you,” she said, and the words came out much breathier than she anticipated.

“My pleasure,” he replied, and she noticed the heft in his voice when he said it.

Harry walked back to his other discarded clothing before he unzipped his slacks and pushed them down. A moment later, Tegan let the dress slip away from her body, revealing her black lace. She felt her body heat up as soon as his gaze was on her. She knew he could probably see more than a normal bra and panty set would allow, due to the fact that it was sheer lace. And that little detail caused her mind to spiral, hoping he liked what he saw.

It took her a moment to mentally prepare seeing him live-and-in-person in only his underwear. And when she finally looked up, she was not disappointed. Standing in front of her, he wore the tightest black boxer briefs she’d ever thought humanly possible. Oh dear lord. How was she going to last the night?

“Ready?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her as she noticed his eyes dip down her body and come back up. Yeah, she was ready. Ready to race his ass back up to his bedroom and spend the rest of the night worshipping his fit-as-hell body.

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed as she stepped forward, grabbing the bottle of champagne, taking another ten dollar sip of it. She needed a little liquid courage.

Harry was the first one in, sinking down into the water, sitting on the far end with a perfect view of every move she made. She set the bottle back down on the ledge and quickly tied her long hair up in a knot on the top of her head. She didn’t need the chlorine messing up her new highlights. When she finished, her eyes met Harry’s and he was already looking back at her, watching her, causing the butterflies in her stomach to take flight. She quickly tip-toed toward the hot tub and got in with him, sinking down to the top of her bra. When she looked back over at him, he was smiling at her.

“Could you pass the champagne?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“Mm,” she acknowledged, leaning back to grab it before handing it off.

She watched as he took a quick sip and handed it back to her. She took another pull before putting it on the ledge halfway between the two of them.

“You know, my publicist and my manager tried to get me to use this date as a publicity boost,” she confessed, watching him.

“Oh?” Harry asked, heightening an eyebrow.

“I told them no,” she assured him and his head nodded minutely.

“They tried to use you against me to get me to comply,” she continued.

“How so?” He asked, furrowing his brow with a look of confusion gracing his features.

“They told me you only went on Ellen for publicity, to help your public image and that’s why I should,” she explained, watching how his face contorted in concern.

“I went on the show because I was a fan of you and your work,” Harry told her sincerely. Tegan stomach knotted up again in anticipation or something else altogether.

“I told them you wouldn’t do that, but they tried to convince me otherwise,” Tegan continued, ignoring his comment because she didn’t think she could put anymore thought into it without exploding, without completely fangirling on him again. She’d done enough of that already.

“And?” Harry asked, his eyes darkening as he watched her.

“I threatened to fire both of them if they ruined this date for me,” she said, unable to keep the wide smile off her face. Harry let out a boisterous laugh and it made her laugh too.

“You’d actually do that?” He asked, his smile wide on his face.

“Yes!” She admitted confidently, unable to hold back her amusement.

“Wow. You’re something else,” Harry said, chuckling to himself.

“You think I would miss out on this opportunity? I’m sitting in a hot tub with my crush-to-end-all-crushes,” she said embarrassingly, feeling the blush crawl up her face, but she hoped he couldn’t see it or recognize it because of the heat from the hot tub. When he let out a light laugh, she realized she was once again fangirling after she told herself she wouldn’t.

To help her awkwardness, she took another pull off the bottle and offered it to him to do the same. Once he did, he scooted closer to her to put it back on the ledge, but didn’t make a move to go back to his original spot.

“I kind of feel like I’m on the Bachelor right now,” she said, letting her mouth run without thinking about what she was saying. Harry laughed again and she realized how stupid she sounded.

“I only mean, like this is what they do, right? Have dates in hot tubs and stuff?” She said, shrugging her shoulders.

“I’ve never watched,” Harry told her.

“Neither have I, but I’ve seen commercials,” she said, looking down as she moved her hands through the water.

For a few moments neither of them spoke, but she could feel his eyes on her as she sat there.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she said, putting the attention back on him as she looked back up into his eyes.

“Mm,” he hummed.

“No more questions for me to answer?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“I have one,” he told her.

“Okay,” she said, her voice coming out breathy as she felt his heavy gaze on her.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, knocking her whole world off his axis.

All that came out was a squeak of disbelief as her mind stumble over the simplest answer: yes, yes, yes!

“Mm. Mm-hmm,” she hummed, and she could feel the anticipation build inside of her as he leaned forward.

Holy fuck.

Harry’s lips hovered over hers, drawing it out, making her absolutely go insane. She let out the tiniest of whimpers and he smiled, causing her insides to turn to mush. A moment later, his lips met hers and it was like her entire world exploded into fireworks.

As his lips moved against hers, she had to mental remind herself that she needed to participate or it was going to be a very short-lived kiss. Soon her lips became pliable against his and their mouths opened to each other, sliding their tongues effortlessly together. Her brain was pretty much incoherent as she slipped her hands out of the water and tangled them in the back of his hair, pulling him closer to her. She knew she would be riding this high for weeks after. It was inevitable.

As she sat there, kissing Harry Styles, her mind went on a tangent. Was she doing it right? Did he think she was a good kisser? What made him want to kiss her? Did he think she was a good date? Would he want to see her again?

When she felt his hand slide up her sternum between her breasts before gently gripping onto the side of her neck, she was broken out of her thoughts. She almost felt like she was having an out-of-body experience. She wanted him to touch her again and again.

When the two of them finally came up for air, Harry pressed his forehead against hers as their chest silently heaved, dragging precious air into their lungs.

“Oh my god,” she sighed as the two of them pulled back to look at each other.

“Oh my god good or oh my god bad?” Harry questioned.

“Good. Good. So good,” she said enthusiastically as she bit her bottom lip.

“It was good,” he agreed.

Her brain started on another tangent before she realized she needed to stop thinking of him as her idol and start thinking of him quite differently…

“Would you like more?” Harry asked, offering her the champagne. She nodded, quickly grabbing for it before taking a sip. She handed it back and he drank some too.

“Getting me drunk,” she quipped, smiling over at him.

“It wasn’t my plan,” he asserted, smiling back at her.

“’s definitely happening,” she laughed, feeling like she was almost floating. But then realized she kind of was because of the water and the jets in the hot tub. She giggled to herself and he let out a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, watching her.

“Thought my mind was playing tricks on me,” she laughed.

“’bout what?” He questioned.

“Thought I was floating, then I realized I was,” she said as she let the water lift her again. Harry let out a snicker.

“I think you and the champagne have got my mind spinning,” she said with a laugh.

“Me?” He asked, feigning offense.

“Yes, you,” she said, pointing her finger playfully at him.

“Oh, yeah?” He asked, quickly swimming over to her and grabbing her in his arms. She let out a squeal as he pulled her against his body and kissed the side of her neck.

It had been a long time since she felt the touch of a man. And this was just the pinnacle of everything. This was the turning point in her life. This was a fantasy come true.

Harry’s mouth worked across her jawline before finding her lips again. Tegan was hungry for him, kissing him back with fervor as she turned in his arms, straddling across his lap as they melted into one another. She was almost like a completely different person, a carbon copy of herself. She usually didn’t let herself get so out of control. But she liked it – a little too much.

“I don’t usually do this… let myself get so… so carried away…” she confessed as she looked down into his eyes.

“Neither do I,” he admitted.

“Mm,” she hummed, watching as his tongue darted out, licking his lips. And she couldn’t help it. She leaned down and kissed him again.

She felt his hands slip up her back, pulling her even closer to him. It was enough to cause a moan to bubble up out of her. Harry nipped at her bottom lip before his mouth kissed down her jaw again, then down her throat and across her chest. Her entire body was reacting to him, yet she still didn’t know if she would be willing to give it up on the first date. When his hand came up, pawing at her breasts as he kissed across her clavicle, her mind started to question whether or not she would be able to actually pass it up if it went further. Harry’s finger pulled down the cup of her bra, exposing her left breast moments before his mouth wrapped around the nipple, sucking it in, swirling his tongue around it.

“Mm,” she let out a low moan as the pleasure engulfed her.

Holy fuck. What if she never had the opportunity again? What if this night was just a fluke? He was leaving for New York the day after tomorrow and she didn’t know when he’d be back. What if he forgot all about her? Maybe this was how it worked in the celebrity community. Everything else moved at lightning speed. Why would sex be any different?

She could feel him below her, he was hard against her and it only turned her on even more. But moments later she realized she just couldn’t. She wasn’t ready to have sex on the first date. Call it a crisis of conscience or whatever. But she didn’t want to be one of those people who let their hormones guide them without thinking. She would never be that person, because she knew she was constantly over-thinking everything. And she also knew that giving it up to Harry Styles on the first date, as fun and amazing as it would be, would probably not bode well in getting her a second date.

“I cannot believe I’m about to say this, but… I think we should maybe slow down…” she said, still holding his face in her hands, her eyes shut tightly. She knew she was giving a lot up and it killed a little piece of her soul.

“Oh, okay,” Harry said quietly.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered as she pulled back, sitting down on his thighs and it caused him to groan as she rubbed up against him.

“I’m sorry,” she squeaked, scrambling off of his lap as she quickly slipped the cup of her bra back over her exposed breast.

“No, no. It’s okay,” he assured her, looking at her with a small smile.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that… we just met… and although I’ve watched you from afar for a long time… it’s just that… we’re just getting to know each other and… and I don’t do this sort of thing… not on the first date… even with someone as unbelievable as you,” she rambled, feeling the hot blush on her face.

She was probably the stupidest woman in the world. How could she turn down Harry freaking Styles?

“Tegan, it’s okay. I promise,” he told her again with a light chuckle.

“Really?” She asked, looking over at him. She probably sounded like the most inexperienced person in the world.

“Yes. I promise,” he insisted and she nodded her head.

“I think I might need to take a dip in the pool though,” Harry said, clearing his throat as she noticed him adjust himself in the water.

“Oh my god. I’m sorry,” she apologized, just realizing how awful it was of her to get him so turned-on and then just leave him hanging.

“’s okay,” he said, letting out a laugh as he turned away from her, slipping out of the hot tub.

Tegan bit her lip and told herself not to look, but couldn’t seem to pry her eyes away. Harry walked toward the pool with his hand on his obvious hard-on, jumping into it to give himself a metaphorical cold shower. She felt bad, but she also couldn’t help but let out a squeal just before he came up to the surface for air. She gave him a hard-on. That was something that she did. He was attracted to her and oh god, she was so attracted to him.

“Feels quite nice in here,” Harry called over.

“Oh, does it?” She asked as she stood up in the hot tub, looking over the edge at him.

“I does. Care to join me?”

“And get my hair wet?” She laughed, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, come on,” he chided her.

“Hmm,” she huffed, tapping her finger on her chin before a smile turned up her lips. She didn’t need to dive in. She could slowly walk in and hope he didn’t splash her or something.

“Teeee-gaaaan,” Harry whined as he treaded water in the deep end of the pool.

“Alright, alright,” she said as she carefully slipped out of the hot tub, grabbing the bottle of champagne.

The night felt cool on her skin after being in the hot tub. Goosebumps formed on her flesh as she took another large pull from the bottle – the now nearly empty bottle. A moment later she looked back down at him and he was staring up at her.

“Have I mentioned how utterly mouth-watering you look in your knickers?” Harry asked as she walked toward him. Tegan let out a choked gasp as she stopped just shy of the edge of the pool. Her insides were jelly.

“You need to warn me when you’re going to say stuff like that,” she said, holding her hand over her heart as she let out a laugh.

Harry’s smile widened as he swam toward the edge where she stood.

“Even better the closer I get,” he flirted.

“Shut up,” she hissed, biting back a massive smile as her face continued to blush.

“I’m only speaking the absolute truth,” Harry told her and she almost squealed again as he looked at her like he wanted to see her naked.

She registered the lust in his eyes as plain as day and wondered if the coolness of the pool was helping his situation any. She didn’t know how she’d handle herself if she got into a pool with a very turned-on Harry Styles in it.

“Come on, you,” Harry said, reaching up and wrapping his hand around one of her ankles, acting like he was going to pull her in.

“Harry!” She shrieked and he let go before letting out a bellow of a laugh.

“Don’t do that,” she whined, leaning her foot in to splash water in his face, which made him laugh even more.

“Well, get in already,” he laughed.

“I think I’m gonna take my time,” she said stubbornly as she walked toward the stairs to get into the pool.

“Ooh, I knew you would be ornery,” Harry laughed as he swam toward her. Tegan immediately let out a playful scoff, stopping in her tracks to look back at him. He let out another wild laugh in response.

“If you’re going to tease me…” She huffed, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“No, no, no. Come on, love. Get in the pool,” he coaxed. She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hold back her smile.

“I think I’m going to need to finish off this bottle first,” she said, shaking it in her hand.

“By all means,” he said as he stood up in the pool, the water up to his waist. She watched as the water beaded on his skin and dripped down his body. It was enough to drive her hormones wild.

She quickly brought the bottle to her lips and drained it into her mouth – probably twenty dollars-worth if she had to guess. And then the bottle was empty.

“Finished,” she said, shaking it in her hands again as the two of them smiled at each other.

“You’ve probably drank over a thousand dollars in wine tonight,” he said, smiling up at her as she set the bottle down on the ground next to the pool.

“Nuh-uh,” she said in disbelief.

“That red cost even more than the champagne. ‘bout twelve-hundred dollars,” he pointed out.

“Oh my god, Harry,” she coughed and he let out a laugh.

“I’m not worth that much!” She laughed.

“Yes, you are,” Harry said, smiling up at her as he ran his fingers through his wet hair.

She bit down on her lip hard as she watched him.

“Have I mentioned how mouth-watering your bare chest is?” Tegan asked, turning his words on him, realizing how forward she was being a little too late. They’d already worked each other up in a frenzy in the hot tub. Why must she torture both of them?

“Now, see. Why do you get to say things like that and I can’t?” He asked with a mischievous smirk.

“Dunno,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. He smiled at her and shook his head.

“Why are you not in the pool yet?” He asked, cocking his eyebrow at her and she let out a laugh.

“Is it cold?” She asked.

“Warm enough,” he said, his voice husky and his eyes watchful. She bit back a smile as she dipped her feet in, trying hard not to react to the coolness of the water.

“Mm,” she breathed as she walked further in.

“You okay?” Harry chuckled, watching her.

“It’s freezing,” she giggled, looking up at him.

“C’mere. I’ll warm you,” he said, pulling her toward him.

“Harry!” She yelped and then laughed when he buried his face in her neck.

“We can still kiss, can’t we?” He asked her, pulling back to look her in the eyes.

“Mm,” she hummed.

Nothing would bring her more pleasure… well, that evening anyway. She thought of a lot of things that would definitely bring her more pleasure and they all had to do with Harry.

“Yeah?” He questioned.

“As long as, like… you don’t think I’m leading you on or something…” She said apprehensively, biting at her lip.

“No,” Harry maintained, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Cause, I mean… you’re gorgeous. You know I think you’re gorgeous. And like, ugh. What I wouldn’t give—” She groaned thinking about sleeping with him, but cut herself off when she realized her mouth was running wild again.

“What you wouldn’t give to what?” Harry asked, smiling mischievously at her.

“What?” She questioned, playing dumb on purpose as she smirked back at him. She did not want to elaborate.

“What you wouldn’t give to what?” He asked again as he poked at her side, causing her to let out a squeal.

“Harry,” she whined.

“Tell me,” he goaded.

“Shut up,” she hissed, laughing as he poked her side again.

“Stop…” She laughed, swiping his hand away.

Harry’s arms wrapped around her again, pulling her flush against his body as he swam them out deeper, just deep enough where he could still touch the bottom.

“I don’t expect anything, Tegan,” he assured her, looking incredibly sincere.

“I already gave you blue balls once tonight,” she pointed out, causing Harry to tip his head back and laugh loudly. She couldn’t help but smile at his reaction.

“I’ll survive,” he concluded, smiling widely as he looked back in her eyes.

“You’re gonna get my hair wet…” Tegan said a moment later, looking into his eyes. Harry let out a loud laugh, shaking his head at her.

“We can get out of the pool,” he chuckled, bringing them closer to the shallow end before the two of them walked toward the stairs.

“Brrr,” Tegan shivered as she took the stairs up.

“You know I’ve never actually seen black lace look so good on someone,” Harry said as he followed her out of the pool.

“Shut up,” she groaned, feeling utterly taken aback by more of his high praise.

“You really need to learn how to take a compliment, because I don’t plan on stopping,” Harry forewarned, grabbing onto her wrist, only to pull her back into his arms once they were standing on the pool deck.

“It’s just hard to believe they’re coming out of your mouth,” she told him honestly.

“You’re beautiful. You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy…” Harry went on to say.

“Harry,” she whined, squirming in his arms.

“But the best thing is you’re all those things inside as well as out,” Harry told her, his voice dropping low as he looked contently into her eyes.

“Harry,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to leave do you? Like, you can stay a while?” Harry asked her, heightening his eyebrow.

“Uh, yeah. I’m… I’m open,” she told him, feeling her cheeks flush. He wanted to spend time with her. It honestly meant everything to her.

“Good,” he said as he leaned in kissing her lips again.

“Whaddya wanna do?” She asked curiously, quirking an eyebrow.

“Mm. Maybe we could watch something on the telly together,” he suggested. The telly… oh, she loved hearing him speak.

“Okay. But I honestly don’t want to get back into that dress and I’m not staying in this,” she said, snapping her bra strap against her skin.

“Naked it is,” Harry quipped, quirking his eyebrow at her suggestively.

“No! Oh my god,” she laughed, hiding her face with her hand for a moment.

“C’mon. I’ll get you something to wear,” Harry said as he took her hand and lead her back into the house.

The air conditioning nearly chilled her to the bone as they walked in.

“We forgot the towels,” she told him, shivering as he walked her through the house to the stairs, the two of them leaving tiny little puddles wherever they stepped.

“I’ve got more upstairs,” Harry replied, smiling back at her, never letting her hand loose from his.

“Next time we go up these stairs, you’re carrying me,” Tegan joked and Harry stopped in his tracks to look back at her with another suggestive look.

She suddenly realized just about everything that seemed to come out of her mouth could be construed as dirty. And maybe it was because she had a perfect view of Harry’s ass or because the two of them spent quite a while making out or maybe it was the fact that she had the pleasure of turning him on. She didn’t know. But it was one Freudian slip after another and she couldn’t seem to stop.

“C’mere,” Harry said, gripping his hands underneath her bottom.

“Harry!” She shrieked, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.

“Jump up,” he coaxed her.

“Are you kidding?” She asked him, looking into her eyes.

“No. It’ll give me proper reason to grab your bum,” he quipped, smirking at her.

“Oh my god,” she mumbled as she jumped up into his awaiting hands and he pulled her up against his body, walking them the rest of the way up the stairs.

“This is ridiculous,” Tegan laughed as Harry masterfully turned on the bedroom light with his elbow.

She was more than a little surprised when Harry tossed her onto his bed and slithered up her body, kissing her quickly.

“Oh my god, Harry,” she breathed as his kisses trailed down her jaw and then to her neck.

“Mm,” he breathed against her flesh. He was making it so hard to say no to him.

“You’re so… mm, amazing,” he sighed as he pulled up, looking down at her sprawled across his bed.

“Not nearly as amazing as you, Mr. Styles,” she hummed, looking up at him hovered above her.

She was in his bed and it would just be so easy to take that next step. Oh god. She wanted to. She really did. But she had enough sense left in her to know they shouldn’t.

“So… clothes?” She questioned, biting at her lip as she looked up at him.

“Yes,” he said, clearing his throat as he pulled himself up further, kneeling between her sprawled legs.

“Although, I still think naked is better,” he joked with a playful smirk as he ran his hands up and down her bare thighs.

“We practically already are,” she retorted and his eyebrows heightened in amusement.

“I mean… oh my god. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant… god, never mind,” she groaned, holding her hand over her face as her cheeks blushed wildly. Another Freudian slip. Harry let out a blithe laugh and she couldn’t help but giggle. She felt so stupid.

“Ugh. You’re advances are making me all discombobulated,” she laughed, sitting up on her elbows as he dropped his feet down on the floor, smiling widely down at her.

She honestly had a perfect view of the outline of his cock in his underwear and it took all she had not to give it more than a passing glance because she knew he was watching her.

“Clothes,” Harry breathed and she couldn’t help but notice how husky it sounded falling from his mouth.

“Mm,” she hummed, looking up at him as he reached out for her hands, pulling her up flush against him.

He left a quick kiss on her lips before he retreated from her arms and ambled toward the massive walk-in closet connected to the room. Tegan followed him and noticed there weren’t a lot of clothes hanging in there. For the most part it was empty and it caused a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. It only made her realize that California was just a pit-stop in his life. He’d be gone to New York in a matter of days and then who knows where. Maybe back to London? She had no idea when she’d see him again – if she’d see him again.

“What’s the matter?” Harry asked as he noticed the somber look on her face.

“Your closets very… empty,” she said quietly.

“I travel light,” he told her and it made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

“Do you come here often?” She asked, trying not to sound too desperate.

“I try to,” he told her. What did that mean?

“Mm,” she hummed, nodding her head.

“T-shirt…” Harry said, pulling a white v-neck off a hanger before handing it to her.

“And shorts,” he said, handing her a pair of running shorts.

“I am going to drown in these,” she said, looking at the grey shorts as she stretched out the elastic waistband.

“These?” He questioned, holding up a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Tegan couldn’t help the dark grin that formed on her face as she grabbed the underwear and handed the shorts back to him. He smiled back at her and bounced an eyebrow.

“You can change in here or in the loo,” he told her. She bit her lip and nodded her head as she walked out of the closet and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

She had to take a deep breath to calm herself down. She went from happy-go-lucky to incredibly melancholy at the thought of Harry not coming back to California for a while. She was pathetic. She took another deep breath and let it out hard before shaking out her limbs. He liked her – that much she knew. Harry Styles liked her and he was right there with her. She knew she needed to keep that in mind instead of thinking about missing him while he was gone.

Tegan stepped up to the large mirror over the countertop and checked herself out in the mirror. Her hair was a mess on top of her head, so she quickly pulled it out and fixed it into a more appealing ponytail. She quickly wiped her fingers across the bottom of her eyes to remove any unwanted makeup, but she seemed to be good on that front. It all still seemed to be intact. Tegan’s eyes wandered down her body, realizing just how see-through the bra was on her in the bright light of the bathroom. Her nipples were ever-present and she couldn’t help the flush that worked up her body as she realized it. She was just glad it was dimly lit while they were outside in the hot tub and pool.

She quickly unhooked the bra from behind her back and let it slip off her shoulders and down her arm. There were imprints of the seams on her skin, making it look like she was wearing another see-through bra. She slipped off the panties next and let them drop to the floor before she opened up one of the cabinets underneath the vanity, finding a big fluffy white towel.

As she pulled it against her skin, she nearly moaned because of how soft it was. It was like a cloud. But as she relished in it, her mind reminded her she needed to get dressed because she didn’t want Harry to think she was snooping through his things. And then she thought about the condoms that were housed in the drawer next to the sink and her brain went on another sexual tangent about him. Dear Lord. She needed to pull herself together.

She quickly dried herself before sliding up Harry’s underwear, snapping the waistband against her skin. They fit her reasonably well and she realized her and Harry’s waists probably weren’t that far off. She slipped the t-shirt over her head and knotted it at the side, which pulled it tight against her chest, causing her nipples to protrude out of the fabric.

“No,” she whispered to herself as she undid the knot and smoothed out the fabric before tucking just a bit of the front into the underwear.

She seemed satisfied with how she looked, so she grabbed her wet undergarments and laid them across the edge of his bathtub to dry. Before she left the bathroom, she grabbed the towel and brought it with her.

“Hope you don’t mind. I used one of your towels,” she stated as she walked out to find him sitting on his bed waiting for her, wearing the grey shorts be previously offered her and a standard white t-shirt.

“By all means,” he said with a smile as he stood up.

“It’s so soft,” she cooed, rubbing it up against her face.

“Don’t think I’ve actually used these before,” he said, coming to feel the towel and she let him take it.

“It’s amazing,” she breathed, watching as he pulled it up, drying his hair with it.

It seemed so intimate to her, him using a towel she just used. Her heart thumped hard against her chest, imagining a future with him that she had no business imagining. But he just made it so easy.

“Mm,” he said, rubbing the towel against his cheek before he tossed it onto his bed.

“You look good in my knickers…” He noted, looking down at her body.

“I bet you look better in them,” she countered and bit back a smile because of how forward she sounded.

“I bet we’d both look better out of them,” he retorted and it made her scoff out a laugh as she quickly turned away so he didn’t see how wide she was smiling.

“Oh my god,” she laughed and she could hear him chuckling too.

“I’m quite forward when I’ve been drinking. I apologize,” Harry snickered.

“I’ve noticed,” she laughed, looking back at him.

“Oh, what about you? Practically begging me to carry you to my bedroom,” He quipped, poking fun at her.

“That’s not what I meant!” She laughed out loud.

“’Oh, Harry. Carry me to bed’,” he spouted, feigning a girl voice.

“I did not say that! You brat!” She laughed as she pushed against his chest and he gripped onto her wrists.

Harry’s laugh was entertaining to her and she gradually stopped fighting against him and just listened to it as it slowly died off. He looked down at her and quietly dropped her wrists before wrapping his arms around her again.

“Wanna watch something on the telly with me?” He asked, looking down in her eyes.

“Mm-hmm,” she breathed, looking up at him.

“Okay,” he said, quietly leaning in to meet their lips. The two of them stood there for a moment kissing before Harry pulled back.

“Gonna get carried away again,” he breathed.

“Mm,” she hummed, her eyes still closed from the kiss.

Harry sweetly leaned in kissing each of her eyelids before he pulled back, freeing her from his arms. She was nearly paralyzed by the sweet gesture and it took her a moment to find her bearings again.

“C’mon,” Harry told her, gripping onto her hand again.

He pulled her out of the bedroom, flipping off the light in the process.

“Want me to carry you down?” He quipped, smirking wildly at her.

“No,” she laughed, shaking her head.

“You sure?” He questioned.

“I’m sure,” she giggled.

“Alright. C’mon,” he said as she followed him down the stairs to watch the telly with him, a wide smile on her face.

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