Ok so this took longer than I expected because I had to drive a lot this week but thank you to @thesaltyspice for editing and thank you @stylesinthewild for letting me use your gif! Lemme know if you guys like it! Love x.
Harry looked good. Too good for someone who had just come back from a long day of press interviews. The baby pink of his shirt was sheer enough for you to see his tattoos inked onto his chest and collarbones and it was distracting you just a bit from the article you were reading. You watched him as he slipped his black blazer off and roll up his sleeves. You were broken out of your trance when you heard his soft voice
“’Lo love. How was your day?” you blinked a few times, both your eyes now focusing to his hands where he was taking his rings off one by one. Without thinking you push yourself off the bed and walk up behind harry and wind your arms around his middle, letting your face rest on his broad back.
“uhh it was good. I read a bunch and got some stuff done for work. How were the interviews?” he mumbles, lifting his hands up to where yours were resting on his pecs “they were fun, one interviewer dressed up as Shakespeare. It was funny.”
You only hum in response your hands sliding up and down Harry’s front feeling the softness of the fabric loving how it feels and looks not really paying attention to Harrys words.
“Love? Love did yeh hear me? Are yeh ok?”
“Hhmm what? Oh yeah I’m fine Harry. I just….harry is this shirt expensive?” the change of subject would make him smirk as he caught on to why you were so distracted.
“Yes, but it’s replaceable” he murmured softly his thumbs stroking your knuckles in a soothing way. You blush a bit realizing that he’s caught on but still pull at his shoulder so he could face you. His smirk grows as you start running your hands up and down his chest getting a better feel of the soft fabric. You could feel his intense gaze burning into you his lips pursed a bit as he let you play with the buttons and feel his sturdy chest.
After a few moments you’d stop right in the middle of his chest, right on top of his butterfly tattoo and hook your fingers between the buttons and whisper “you looked really handsome today h” making his smirk grow wider.
But before he could even open his mouth to answer, you make your move. The sound of ripping fabric pierces the air. Harry gasps in shock as buttons go flying everywhere. You both stand there for a moment with Harry’s shirt ripped in half, his chest stomach and tattoos now on full display, and a wild look in both your eyes before you hear Harry nearly growl, “Oh sweetheart, yeh in for it now”