🇦 🇸 🇸 🇴 🇷 🇹 🇪 🇩 (ʜᴀʀʀʏ Sᴛʏʟᴇs)

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Harry and I were watching a basketball game when an idea clearly popped into his cheeky head.  

"Babe?" he said.  

"Yeah?" I answered, keeping my eyes glued to the TV, which made him frown.  

"I've got an idea that’ll totally entertain you," he said, smirking.  

I turned my head to face him. "What is it?"

"Let's make a bet on who’s gonna win the game, aye?" His smirk deepened, and he eyed me up and down like he was sizing me up for something else entirely.  

"Okay, but what happens if you lose?"I challenged.  

"If you win, I'll be your slave for the whole day. But if I win, you'll be my slave for one night."

"Hey, that's unfair." I rolled my eyes.  

"Why?"

"Because you didn’t say how long you'd be my slave." I pouted.  

"Fine—I'll be your slave for an entire day, and if my team wins, tonight you're mine. Deal?"

"Deal. I'll be Team Cavaliers." I shook his hand firmly.  

"Deal. I'll be Team Golden State Warriors."

The game started, and my team dominated the first three quarters. I felt confident, but in the fourth quarter, Harry’s team staged a comeback, and my confidence quickly turned into nervous energy.  

Harry kept sending me smug #GSW for the win looks, which I ignored, though deep down, I knew the game wasn’t looking good for me.  

With only 30 seconds left, my team was down by 10 points. I sighed, defeated. "Your team wins, baby boy."

Harry rolled his eyes but smirked knowingly. "You’ll regret this." 

I stood up to get a snack, but before I could take a step, I was swiftly backed against the wall. Harry stared at me with that mischievous glint in his eye.  

"Didn’t I warn you about teasing me?" he whispered, his tone laced with amusement.  

I was about to retort, but before I could, he leaned in, his warmth lingering a little too close. I laughed nervously.  

"You’re such an ass," I muttered.  

"And yet, I’m 'your' ass," he replied with a grin.  I felt his lips onto my neck.

The rest of the night? Well, let’s just say history was made…