Haaron (Harry + Aaron Rodgers) fic:
(I was originally just gonna write this as just smut, but it got away from me and turned into this mildly-angsty, mildly-fluffy, full-on edge kink Harry kinda piece. I hope you guys like it! - also, technically it starts a couple hours after Harry’s Today Show performance, but aside from that I’m terrible at following canon timelines and tend to make up stuff when I don’t know, so… )
Harry is full of nervous energy. He can’t stop pacing around the hotel room, catching whiffs of vanilla bean every time he passes the dresser. He’s got a couple candles lit around the place - for ambiance, he guesses. Or maybe just to keep him calm.
They aren’t working.
Harry startles when he hears a knock on the door, and he runs a quick hand through his hair before darting over to pull it open.