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24 Hours in Room 426 - pt 1

Summary: 24 hours in a hotel room with boyfriend!LHH. Smut held together (loosely) by fluff. There’s next to no plot.

Content warnings: smut (nipple play, light hair pulling, overstimulation, toys, squirting, creampie kink, oral M and F receiving), fluff, alcohol, food, LHH and bunrry

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: this is my first time writing since April 2020, and my first Harry fic so be nice to me :) this all escalated from an anonymous ask that wasn’t even sent to me lol but yeah. I hope you enjoy and please please let me know if you did!! Also this is set in like 2015 on OTRA but that’s not really important. Warnings are for both parts. PART 2 here!

10:48pm

Toying with the strap of your backpack, you made your way down the hotel corridor, dragging your suitcase behind you. A step ahead of you walked a security guard, having been handed over to him at the back door to the hotel by the driver who picked you up at the airport. He was part of the regular tour crew, so you’d met him a couple of times before and were able to make polite conversation with him in the lift on the way up to the fourth floor.

You fell quiet once the doors opened, anticipation bubbling in the pit of your stomach. The security guard looked down at his phone for a third time as you stepped onto the plush carpet, checking the room allocations for each of the boys.

“H - 426…” he mumbled under his breath, more to himself than to you as you passed room 422. “42…6 - here we are.”

Stopping in front of a door on your right, he raised a fist to knock - three quick raps, then two more after a beat.

“Special delivery,” he spoke drolly as the door swung open - but you hardly heard him.

You couldn’t help the grin that pulled at your lips when you saw Harry. Dressed in a thin white t shirt, black skinny jeans with a rip in the knee, and barefoot, his long hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of his head. Loose strands curled around his temples, a few longer ones tucked behind his ears.

“Hey,” he greeted you both, one corner of his lips hitched up higher in a lopsided smile.

“Hi,” you caught his eye for a moment before turning to the man beside you. “Thanks.”

Harry stepped back, holding the door open to let you and your bags into the room while he said his own thank yous to the security guard. Dropping your bags on the corner of the entryway, you turned around as he shut the door. You didn’t even get a chance to look at him properly before he was pulling you into a tight hug, his arms around your shoulders and yours around his waist. You felt his hands splayed across your back, pressing your bodies together so your face was smushed against his chest. Breathing in deeply, you immersed yourself in the scent of him. He’d been travelling all day too, yet he smelled as fresh and comforting as ever.

You pulled apart slightly when his hands moved across your shoulders to come to cup the sides of your face, tilting your head to bring his lips to yours. He kissed you deeply, instantly sucking your bottom lip between his own - and you kissed him back, because how could you not? Your hands smoothing up his chest, you sighed happily when he began to kiss along your jaw, moving one of his hands out of the way and down to your waist.

“You not even going to ask how my flight was?”

“How was your flight?” he murmured against your skin, kissing just below your ear.

You chuckled, but tilted your head to let him suck harsh kisses to your neck. “Yeah it was fine –”

“Good.”

You’d barely got the words out before he cut you off, capturing your lips with his own and starting to walk you back towards the bed. The sudden movement startled you, making you squeak involuntarily into the kiss, your hands grasping at his t-shirt. You took a few shuffled steps back with him, but stopped when you felt the bed hit the backs of your legs. You tried to pull back from the kiss but his mouth remained attached to yours, not letting you get away. His body curved forward, yours bending backwards as you tried to create some distance between you.

“Babe,” you managed to get out against his lips.

“Mmh?” he hummed, in between hungry kisses.

“Can I just–” you giggled when he kissed you again, not letting you speak. “H.”

He tilted his head to separate your lips, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah?”

“Can I at least go to the loo first? I’m all plane-y.”

Harry huffed, and you felt his brow furrow against yours, but he straightened up.

“Fine,” he sighed, stealing one more peck on your cheek before he released you, watching you shrug off your jacket and kick off your shoes before disappearing into the ensuite.

11:00pm

Opening the bathroom door with your jeans in hand, you were about to explain that you figured there wasn’t much point in pulling them back up just to come out and take them off again.

“I realised – what are you doing?”

You cut yourself off, laughing when you saw Harry. He was on the bed, his back resting against the centre of the mountain of pillows, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, scrolling lazily through his phone - naked.

“Saving time,” he shrugged, locking his phone and setting it on the bedside table. His brow quirked and the corner of his mouth hitched up into a smirk when he looked up at you, standing in the doorway in just your top and underwear. “What are you doing?”

“Saving time.”

Dropping your jeans on top of your bag, you pulled your top and bralette off and tossed them to the floor as you climbed onto the bed. Harry’s hands found your waist as you straddled his thighs, your hands clasping his shoulders for support. Once you were settled you adjusted the chain around his neck, the fine metal gliding through your fingers as you twisted it so the clasp was in its proper place at the back of his neck, the cross sitting in the centre of his chest. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked, taking in every inch of your face.

“How was your flight and everything - genuinely?”

You linked your fingers together at the back of his neck, finally meeting his gaze before you answered.

“Yeah, it was fine. Long.”

He had, of course, already asked you this. You’d texted when you landed, and as he was already at the hotel he’d had nothing else to do than send you a barrage of messages the whole drive from the airport. Can’t wait to see you. Can’t wait to kiss you. Can’t wait to fuck you. A picture of the bed with This is where I’m gonna keep you.

“What about you?”

“Same,” he shrugged. “Slept most of the flight but I’m still exhausted.”

He looked it, honestly, his eyes a bit puffy and ready to drift shut at any moment. You took comfort in knowing he had the whole day off tomorrow to do absolutely nothing.

“Best you get to bed then.”

“Yeah I just have to do something first.”

“What’s that then?” you feigned innocence as his hands moved from your hips to your back, pulling you closer. His nose nudged against yours, his breath ghosting over your lips before he kissed you. “Oh right yeah, that.”

As if you’d forgotten. As if his half hard cock hadn’t been sat between you the whole time.

The kiss deepened, your tongue slipping delicately into his mouth as you trailed one hand down his chest to take his length into your hand. He grunted into the kiss at the contact, biting your bottom lip when you started to pump firmly. Pulling your lip free, you scattered kisses along the edge of his jaw, prompting him to tilt his head back. You felt his pulse steadily beating under your lips when you kissed a particular spot beneath his ear, a groan emitting from his throat when you sucked on the warm skin.

“Careful.”

The word came out quietly, strained, as if it physically pained him to stop you.

“Yeah, I know.” You switched to nibbling on his ear lobe instead, not trusting yourself to be able to avoid marking his skin.

Your hand continued to work his length, your thumb brushing along the edge of the head occasionally, as you shifted on his lap, looking for some sort of friction against your core. Luckily some was soon given to you, Harry’s arms tightening around your body and flipping you over onto your back. Attaching his lips to your neck, he pressed one of his thighs between yours. You sighed in relief, rolling your hips to grind your pussy along the firm surface.

You, thankfully, didn’t have thousands of eyes on you every night, so he was free to bite and suck marks onto your skin as much as he pleased. Which was quite a lot, apparently. You were managing to keep pumping his cock while he assaulted your neck, but it was very distracting, and then he was moving down your body and kissing your chest and it slipped out of your hand and out of reach. You squirmed as his nose dragged down your stomach - by now you were so wet and so desperate to feel him on you. His hands, his mouth, his anything. Sometimes he’d take his time with this journey, scattering kisses all across your skin before he even got to the waistband of your underwear, and you didn’t think you’d be able to take it.

It appeared he was taking the express route this time, though, just four firm kisses in a messy line down your abdomen before he was tugging your pants down. You wiggled out of them with his help, kicking them off to the end of the bed. Harry’s hands gripped the undersides of your thighs, spreading your legs apart and holding them there. You whimpered in anticipation, the sound morphing into a moan when he licked a long stripe the whole length of your pussy, his wide tongue spreading you open. He repeated the motion, once, twice, three times, your fingers weaving into his hair as he did so. He pointed his tongue, using the very tip to encircle your clit, teasing it torturously. You whined, pushing his head deeper between your thighs - and thankfully, he took the hint.

“Oh please-” you moaned as he captured your clit between his lips, sucking hard.

Please what, you weren’t sure. Please don’t stop, please do this forever.

He added his tongue, flicking it across the bundle of nerves, and it would be almost embarrassing how fast he was going to make you come if it didn’t feel so unbelievably good. He kept going, sucking and licking you, as he let go of one of your thighs to push two fingers inside you. Flipping his hand palm up, he brushed his fingers against your g spot, rubbing it in quick, short strokes, curling his fingers in a beckoning motion.

It had to hurt, how tight you were gripping his hair, curls coming free from his hair tie, but you could feel him grunt in pleasure against your pussy and he was rutting his hips against the bed, so it seemed he didn’t mind at all. Not that you could stop if you wanted to - you were so so close, could feel it in the pit of your stomach that you were about to come.

Harry released your clit for a second to breathe, and you were about to whimper at the loss of contact, but before you got the chance he was back on you with renewed vigour and you were coming. Your thighs clamped around his head, your back arching, a loud moan slipping past your lips. His fingers worked inside you mercilessly despite how tight you were clenching around his digits, and his mouth didn’t let up either, not until you tugged on his hair to pull him away. He complied, turning his head and kissing the very top of your inner thigh while his fingers switched to a slow pumping motion.

“I missed you,” you said breathlessly.

He kissed his way back up your body, “missed you too” murmured against your skin along the way. You draped your arms around his shoulders once he was finally face to face with you again, one of his arms resting beside your head to prop himself up and the other still between your legs. You shared a messy kiss, his mouth wet with your arousal as it moved with yours. He finally pulled his fingers out of you then, wrapping them around his cock instead, spreading your wetness across the tip.

You both looked down between your bodies as he lined himself up, both of you groaning when the head nudged past your folds. There was a heavy crease between his brows, his tongue resting at the corner of his mouth in concentration as he willed himself to go slow.

He eased into you gradually, his hand around the base of his shaft, and you shifted beneath him. It had been weeks since you did this, so despite how ready you were mentally, you still needed a moment to adjust physically. He glanced up at you, wordlessly checking you were okay. You just nodded, tightening your arms around his neck to urge him down to kiss you again. He dipped his head to bring his lips to yours, pushing further into you in the process. It wasn’t really a kiss at all, your mouths both falling open as you breathed heavily. You forced your eyes open, looking up at him.

“I love yo-oh!”

Harry pulled out and pushed back in fully as you spoke, his cock hitting deep inside you as you tried to say you. He brushed the side of his nose against yours, pressing your foreheads together.

“Love you.”

He began to thrust into you at a slow, steady pace, your hips lifting to meet his each time. Your body was becoming used to him again, your muscles relaxing with each jolt of his hips and squeeze of your thigh where it sat hitched up around his waist.

This was your favourite kind of reunion sex - a gradual reacquaintance, the weight of his body on top of you, his eyes locked on yours with a particularly deep thrust, sweet words whispered in ears and murmured against lips. You were glad you’d managed to pause to go to the bathroom when you arrived, or things would likely have gone differently. Sometimes your reunions would be quick and rough, his kisses all tongue and teeth and his fingers pulling your underwear aside to have you from behind, bent over the nearest available surface. And that was fun, of course - you wouldn’t have had any complaints. But it wasn’t quite the same, didn’t give you quite the same feeling of reconnecting like this did.

And, of course, this position afforded you the opportunity to grab his ass, pushing him deeper inside you as you kneaded the firm muscle - which was one of your favourite things to do.

His movements were beginning to get sloppier and faster then, a sure sign he was close. You were too, your walls clenching around him more and more, and he knew it.

“You gonna come for me, baby?”

You bit your lip, looking up at him with eyes full of lust and love, and nodded.

“Fuck- come on–”

He buried his face in your neck with a grunt, muttering encouragement against your skin. You slid a hand between your bodies, your finger rubbing tight circles over your slick clit to give you the extra push you needed. In seconds you were coming hard, whining into Harry’s ear and digging your nails into his back as pleasure exploded through you.

He groaned loudly, sucking a harsh kiss to your neck as he came undone too, his hips slamming into yours roughly as he released inside you. Moving your hand away from your clit, you let the friction of his pelvis rubbing against you as he ground out his orgasm carry you through yours.

“Shit,” he breathed once he was finally done, his body collapsing onto yours.

You lay like that for a while, him occasionally kissing your shoulder or your neck while one of your hands rubbed his lower back, the other playing with the curls at the back of his neck as he softened inside you.

“Did you eat?” you spoke after a few minutes, voice soft and quiet.

“Mmmh,” he hummed, pushing himself up and rolling off you. You missed him already. “Did you?”

“Yeah, on the plane. Wasn’t bad actually.” You curled into his side, your head on his shoulder and arm across his middle. His arm wrapped around your back, keeping you close, the other laying on top of yours on his tummy. “What d’you want to do tomorrow?”

He sighed, puffing air past his lips harshly.

“I really wanted to take you out for dinner, but…”

He trailed off, and you remembered the amount of people that were gathered outside the front of the hotel when you drove past. You shook your head.

“Yeah I don’t think that’s happening.”

“Yeah… sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you lifted yourself up slightly, craning your neck to peck his lips. “I literally don’t care what we do.” You settled yourself back down, nuzzling your face into his neck. “We can just do this all day.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arm around your shoulders squeezing you tighter.

“Sounds perfect.”

08:04am

The first thing you saw when you woke up was the back of Harry’s head. His hair tie was just about keeping his hair together, all the shorter hairs at the back of his neck having come free in his sleep. He was laying on his front with his head turned to the side, facing away from you. Your gaze travelled down the expanse of his back, to where the sheets were just covering his bare bum. You briefly debated giving the firm muscle a squeeze but ultimately decided against it - you weren’t ready for the consequences of that action just yet. You needed more sleep, so you just scooted closer to him instead, draping your arm across his lower back. Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, you felt his chest rumble beneath your lips as he grunted in his sleep.

“Sorry,” you whispered, not wanting to wake him.

He twisted onto his side, still facing away from you, but didn’t speak. It seemed he was still mostly asleep, just pulling your arm from around his waist and clutching your hand to his chest. You held your breath, waiting for a sign he was awake, but none came. So, you relaxed against him, slotting your bent legs behind his and letting sleep pull you back under.

10:26am

Without even opening your eyes you could tell you’d switched positions in your sleep. You knew, because you could feel Harry’s lips on your shoulder and his hand on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.

Taking a deep breath in and out, you sighed, letting the oxygen flood through your system as you woke up.

“Morning.” Harry’s voice was raspy in your ear, cracking on the first syllable.

“Good morning.” You hummed happily, giggling when he pressed a noisy kiss to your neck.

He chuckled softly in reply, placing more gentle kisses along the curve of your shoulder. As the rest of your body slowly came to life, you took in more of your surroundings - the daylight streaming in between the gap in the curtains, the warm smell of sleep and sex that eminated from the sheets, and, most notably, Harry’s hard cock pressed against your ass.

“You alright there?”

“Yep,” he chirped, his hand inching lower on your stomach. Past your belly button and still going, his fingers crawling their way along your skin. Instead of dipping between your legs, though, his hand moved up to your hip, trailing up and down your thigh softly.

You turned over onto your back after a moment, his upper body coming up hover over yours as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Are you ever not horny?”

He paused for a moment, nudging your nose with his before responding. “Sometimes I’m asleep. Or hungry.”

“Fair enough,” you chuckled, snaking one arm around his body.

Your other hand reached up to hold the side of his face, your lips meeting in a lazy kiss - all soft moans and even softer movements. No more words passed between you - they weren’t necessary. You were just enjoying being close to each other, enjoying the novelty of waking up together.

His hands explored your body, still bare from the night before - squeezing your breasts, your waist, your thigh. You were enjoying the slowness of it all, you really were, but you could feel his dick pressed up against your leg, begging for attention. So, you let your hand trail down from his neck, down his chest, along his abs, until you could take him into your hand. He grunted into your mouth at the contact, and you felt him twitch against your palm.

You pumped his length slowly, spreading your legs for him when you felt his fingers ghost over your inner thighs. His finger dipped deftly between your folds, gathering your growing wetness and spreading it over your clit. You both moved at the same unhurried pace, relishing the warm tingles that spread through your half asleep bodies.

When he finally pushed one finger inside you, your hips bucked up against his hand, desperate for more. His fingers stretched you open slowly, adding a second when he could feel you were ready for it. Scissoring and pumping his fingers languidly, he moaned into the kiss when you tightened your grip on his cock. You hadn’t meant to, but his fingertips had grazed over that spot inside you, and your body reacted. He repeated his movements, making you whine.

“Go back on your side,” he all but whispered against your lips, giving one last curl of his fingers before pulling his hand from between your thighs.

You kissed him once more before you obliged, turning to lie on your left side with your back to him. Feeling him shift behind you, you bent your right leg up slightly to give him access to line himself up with your entrance. You took a deep breath, letting it out in a whine as he pushed inside you. It wasn’t quite as much of an adjustment as last night, but there was still a pleasant stretch as he filled you.

You could feel the length of his body pressed against yours, as close to you as possible as he ground into you, searching for the right angle before he began to move. When the head of his cock nudged over that spot inside you, you couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your lips, your nerves already sensitive from his fingers.

Turning your head, you reached behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair, your nails scratching gently at the back of his head. Harry pressed a kiss to your cheek before starting to thrust into you, his arm wrapping around your body to hold you close. You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the grunts and half-words he was moaning into your ear. His hips slamming against your ass firmly with each thrust, pleasure coursed through you. Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging at the roots when you felt him hit a particularly deep spot inside you. His hand gripped your right breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger to elicit a deep moan from the back of your throat.

It wasn’t much longer before his movements began to speed up, the precision of his thrusts faltering. His hand left your breast, instead moving to pull at your wrist to untangle your fingers from his hair. The palm of his hand pressed to the back of yours, he slotted his fingers between yours and brought them down to the bed in front of you.

“Lay on your front.” His voice was strained, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your ear when he spoke, pressing his body against yours and pushing your chest against the mattress.

His cock slipped out of you as you moved your lower body, but he was quick to fix that once you were in position, your hips raised off the bed slightly.

“Oh fuck-” “Shit-”

You both moaned at the new angle, a few more slipping past your lips when you rolled his hips against you, dragging his cock across your g spot. His right hand still held yours, pressing your hands to the bed as he began to thrust into you once more. Faster and harder than before, each snap of his hips made the bed creak. The headboard thumped against the wall as he fucked you into the mattress, but he didn’t seem at all bothered by the sound. You weren’t sure how you got there from the leisurely touches you’d shared when you first awoke, but you weren’t complaining. You could feel yourself getting close already, your walls beginning to spasm around him.

“I’m gonna come,” you panted, your eyes closed and brow creased in pleasure with the side of your face pressed into the pillow.

Harry groaned behind you at your words, his pace and precision never faltering. It only took a few more strokes before you were moaning out your orgasm, your whole body tensing from the inside out as waves of pleasure washed over you. He didn’t stop thrusting into you until your muscles began to relax - and then he pulled out and tucked his hand between your legs in one smooth movement, rubbing your clit hard and fast.

“Holy sh–”

Your mouth hung open, unable to finish forming the words you’d started. Your back arched at the sudden contact, lifting your hips further off the bed as the second wave of your orgasm ripped through you, more powerful than the first. You were vaguely aware of Harry pressing kisses to your spine, soft in comparison to the way his fingers were working you through your high. You bit down on your pillow, just because it was half in your mouth already and you didn’t know what else to do as each pass of his fingers over your clit kept you coming, drawing out your orgasm, keeping you at the top of that wave. He didn’t stop even when you felt yourself finally topple over the edge, your body slumping against the mattress. You squirmed at the overstimulation, whining, and his fingers did slow, but didn’t pull away.

“Please.”

Your plea was barely audible, but he heard you, his hand moving to knead your ass cheek instead.

“Sorry,” he murmured against your skin, kissing your shoulder.

“S’okay,” You shook your head as much as you could, with your face smushed to the pillow. “Feels good, I just - I need a sec.”

Harry waited while you caught your breath, his right hand squeezing yours periodically while his left caressed your waist, fingers dancing over your hip and down your thigh. After a minute, you puffed out a deep breath.

“Okay, I’m good.”

“You sure?” His hand gripped your hip, poised.

“Mmhm.”

“Excellent.”

He tugged at your hip, and you followed his wordless instruction, tilting your pelvis to allow him to slide back inside you. Immediately setting a brutal pace, he slammed into you hard and fast - a stark contrast to his gentle touches only moments before. He found your left hand in the sheets, engulfing it with his own the same as your right, your palms pressed to the bed and his fingers gripping yours. All you could do was lie there and moan breathlessly, letting him use your body to chase his high. Without even trying to he was hitting your g spot every time, and you were just starting to think you could come again if you really tried, despite how your muscles were screaming at you to let them rest, when you heard a deep “fuck fuck fuck” from somewhere behind you, and suddenly he was coming inside you, his movements slowing to deep, heavy thrusts. You clenched your walls around him over and over, biting your lip when you heard him moan gutturally as you drew out every last bit of his orgasm.

His weight pressed your body into the mattress when he collapsed onto you, spent. He moved after a second, allowing you to breathe again as he let go of your hands and rolled off of you. You didn’t move yet though, just bending one knee to get a bit more comfortable and turning your head to look at him. Your lids were heavy and his were the same, lazy smiles on both your faces. His stretched into a wide yawn, scratching the back of his neck. The action made you yawn too - only yours was cut short by him sticking a finger into your mouth.

You scowled, and he laughed.

“God you’re so annoying.”

He kissed your forehead in reply, and you tried to keep your frown in place but your mouth was betraying you, your lips twitching into a smile.

“Okay,” Harry spoke decisively, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up. “Shower first or food first?”

With great effort, you flipped onto your back and sat up, feeling his cum start to drip out of you as you considered his question.

“Food first.”

12:15pm

Ordering food was definitely the right call - by the time it arrived you were positively weak with hunger. You answered the door in a baggy t shirt and a pair of shorts, feeling underdressed while you stood awkwardly by as the hotel staff set plates and glasses down on the table. Not as underdressed as Harry, of course, who was hiding in the bathroom in his underwear.

The second you turned the lock on the door after thanking the servers, you heard the door to the ensuite open and Harry’s voice shortly after.

“I’m fucking starving.”

You didn’t think you’d ever seen him move as fast as he did then, closing the distance from the bathroom to the table in two quick strides and taking lids from plates with both hands. Your stomach growled as you joined him at the table, signalling your agreement with his statement.

You were both so hungry you barely even spoke until you were halfway through your breakfast. Once you were sated, though, conversation flowed easily between you, like it always did, and you were soon leaning back in your seats, clutching glasses of orange juice and talking through future plans.

Eventually you moved over to the sofa that sat under the window, perpendicular to the wall mounted TV. You were going through your calendars, figuring out when you’d see each other next and doing general life admin - like seeing if he’d be able to come to your mum’s birthday.

“What date’s that again?” he asked as he got to his feet. “I’m gonna have another coffee, d’you want one?”

“It’s on the 20th but the party’s on the 22nd. I - uhhh–”

You’d started to reply, but when you glanced up from your phone your brain short circuited for a second. He was just standing there, tight black boxer briefs sitting low on his narrow hips as he refilled his mug. He looked so at ease, his hair pulled back into a fresh bun, though some pieces still curled at the back of his neck, too short to fit into the hair tie. Your eyes raked over his body, taking in every ridge and smooth expanse of skin, some areas littered with blank ink, until you reached the laurels just above his waistband, almost level with the edge of the table.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

Your eyes shot up to his face, realising he was looking at you expectantly with the cafetiere poised over your empty mug.

“Coffee?”

“Oh yeah, uhm, yes please.”

He poured you a cup, smirking to himself as he did so. “What you thinkin’ ‘bout?”

“Just, um… Just noticed the height of that table,” you muttered nonchalantly, scratching the back of your neck.

Harry snorted a laugh, spilling a few drops of milk as he poured it into your cup. “I was thinking that earlier, actually.”

Switching his smirk for an innocent-looking smile, he picked up both coffees and made his way back over to you.

“Did you say the 22nd?”

2:36pm

“So I was thinking,” Harry started, stepping around you to let you stand under the shower head while he shampooed his hair, “we could still go for dinner, but like, in the room.”

“So… room service?”

He rolled his eyes as you lathered shower gel over your body.

“Yeah, but we pretend we’re at a restaurant.”

“Ohh, like still get dressed up and stuff?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, bringing his hands to your waist and pulling you closer to him. “I mean, I, for one, would hate for that dress to go to waste.”

You’d bought a new dress for the trip and sent him a picture from the dressing room when you’d tried it on, and judging by the speed with which he called you after he got it, he seemed to like it.

“Of course,” you laughed, tilting your head to meet his lips in a wet kiss.

It only lasted a moment though, your face scrunching up in disgust.

“Phlegh - shampoo in my mouth - bleugh - but yes that sounds cute, let’s do that.”

Harry snorted, apologising as he switched places with you again to rinse his hair before pressing a shampoo-less kiss to your temple.

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