“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Seeing Harry rummaging through your clothes wasn’t a huge surprise, but nonetheless, catching him red-handed was always pretty fun.
“I… I was jus’ helpin’ yeh fold up some laundry?” Harry offered, shooting you a sheepish smile when he realized there wasn’t even a laundry basket around to help him out with his little white lie.
You didn’t really need to ask him what he was doing because you already knew what he was up to. You liked stealing t-shirts and button-ups from Harry, and in return, Harry liked stealing your skinny jeans. You weren’t surprised that Harry could squeeze into your jeans with those gangly giraffe legs of his, and it wasn’t like you really minded considering you borrowed his shirts most of the time, but… Well, you’d notice your jeans disappearing one by one, and you really didn’t want to invest more money in overly-priced jeans.
“You’re trying to find the ones with the rips in the knees, right?” You asked, walking over and kneeling down next to him while looking at the bottom drawer full of black jeans. (Obviously your favourite colour.) “Don’t you already have like, ten of those?”
“I know, but I like yours better.” Harry whined, scowling when you swatted his hand away when he began reaching for your newly purchased pair of shredded blue jeans.
“Your jeans are from Gucci. Mine are from Topshop. Are you insane?” You joked, sitting down on your bum and watching as Harry began rummaging through the drawer once again. “Why can’t we just go to Topshop and buy a couple pair of jeans for you? You don’t have to steal mine all the time.” You grumbled, mentally counting how much money you had probably spent on jeans alone. Topshop was expensive!
“I’m not stealing your-”
“Yes, you are.”
“Fine, but I’ve only taken, like, two-”
“Five.” You corrected, getting up off the ground when you heard the kettle whistling from the kitchen. “
“I just really like your jeans, alright?” Harry huffed, pulling out the new pair of jeans you had swatted his hand away from earlier. “Y/N?” You paused when you heard a quiet plea of your name, turning around hesitantly. A slow sigh slipped past your lips when you noticed him hugging your jeans to his chest with a cheeky little smile.
“That’s the last pair you’re stealing from me. You’re not allowed to, y’know,” You gestured to your jeans drawer, “Get into my pants anymore.” Harry was silent for a moment before he spoke up, his head tilting slightly.
“…We both know you thoroughly enjoy me getting into your pants, Y/N.”
“Okay, well, you know what I- I was trying to say- Just- No more stealing my jeans, Harry!”
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