#bf!harry

“Let’s move to bathroom then.” He attempts to tickle her awkwardly from the way she’s crammed into tiny seat and hisses when she swats his hand away mumbling while trying to catch some sleep, “Go read or summat—..” She squeaks head falling against the headrest of seat as Harry tugs the pillow away from her neck and raises it up in the air not caring if it makes him look childish “.. you!” She huffs clenching and unclenching her fists to level down the silly anger bubbling inside of her.

So she jumps onto her clever cute tactics, jutting her bottom lip out in a failed adorable manner and widens her eyes owlishly, twisting her finger atop his knee as she mumbles.

“You’re not gonna let your pregnant girlfriend have some rest?” That makes Harry roll his eyes. He shakes his head at her antics and Y/N’s nose twitches up in annoyance at his audacity when he shrugs and goes back to laying lazily.

“Baby you’re food pregnant stop manipulating your innocent man.” He mimics her expressions from prior and it almost makes her gag, her acting skills infront of him are disgustingly cringe.

“You and innocent?” She scoffs folding her arms infront of her chest in aggravation – but her tantrums are of no-use since Harry’s long gone snoring right in her fucking face, “Should’ve told a better lie...” She all but whispers to herself.

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“You guys fought over a neck pillow?” Sarah asks Harry through a surprised giggle walking along him to their rooms floor and Harry bobs his head, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Before you say ‘you’re what five?’ Lemme tell ya, yes.” He grins. Taking a deep sigh of realization that it was his fault in the very first, if Y/N would ever need his heart he’d actually claw it out for her but neck pillow is where he draws a line.

“I want to apologise to her– but she’s such a gremlin!” He huffs a whine throwing his arms in air and Sarah salutes him opening the door to her room with her hip and disappearing inside, “Good luck with that.” Harry groans and runs his palms down his face peeking sneakily through the slit of door and finds Y/N sprawled on the twin bed with a deathly Medusa like face which means she’s ready to have battles with him.

“I know you’re here.” She quips with a tone lilt with an open threat and that makes Harry bonk his head against the door and stumble inside, “Seriously? Did you not look into bookings?” She gestures at the small one person bed and Harry squints down at her.

“If it bugs you so much, why don’t ya go to reception and book yourself another room, my highness.” Jokes aside. She’s actually his Queen.

“No need fo’ that. You could just sleep on the couch.” Y/N doesn’t meet his eyes buffing her pillows to make them puffier and Harry pouts crawling up and fitting his gangly limbs in the crampy space, “C’mon darling. I’m sorry was just being petty.” The wise-man knows that sleeping on couch after jetlag is a punishment from hell. He stares at her softly as she lays straight on her side of bed giving a silent gesture of free space beside her.

She groans. Lashes fluttering from rolling her eyes so hard when Harry flumps atop her, bending his knee and placing it over her tummy. His warm forest-y scent swirling inside her nose as he tests the waters and snuggles into her side cheekily.

“Knows that I couldn’t sleep without you by me side,” He murmurs sweetly against her neck and Y/N screams at herself not to break her facade but her cute fucking boyfriend makes it so difficult.

He loops both of his arms around her waist and a tiny noise emits from Y/N’s lips when he pulls her closer to him, pressing her to his chest and doesn’t let go how much she wiggles and whines.

“You’re a meanie.” She huffs, feeling herself melt into his cuddles and he agrees, “Yes. Thank you, insult me more.” He slushes treacly kisses all over her face and brushes his fingers up her sides mischievously to tickle her.

“Fine..” She sighs, rubbing her cheek up and down his chest gently purring as he massages her greasy scalp, “’M sorry too.” Her apology muffles into his neck as she hugs him tightly.

“I love you.” He kisses her forehead lovingly cuddling them under the big fluffy blanket, “I love you too.” She pecks his cheek with a loud sound that makes them both giggle.