#cuddlles

When Y/N woke up for the second time that night, she decided enough was enough and her attempts at falling asleep were going to remain unsuccessful. The room had taken a turn for the worst, cool air hitting the back of her neck as she buried her entire body under the covers. The drastic drop in temperature outside had always been a worse turn for her. The window was cracked open, a steady stream of frigid air circulating the room.

Eyes wide open, she covered herself a little more vigorously, the blanket now covering her mouth and another shiver traveling down her spine. Her fingers squeezed the material and held it tightly to her chest as she swore at herself for wearing her boyfriend’s flimsy t-shirt and shorts to bed. For a quick moment, she thought about getting up and shutting the window close and decorating the edges with masking tape, and perhaps place a bold strip on Harry’s mouth too because there was no doubt that he’d start whimpering in his sleep from the warming air. However one glance at him made her realize that despite her discomfort, he deserved to have a good night sleep.

His eyebrows were scrunched and mouth slightly ajar and he breathed softly from his nose, curls flopped onto his forehead messily. One of his hands was shoved between his thighs while the other rest on the girl’s waist. Her sleeping positions always caused discomfort when it came to cuddling while sleeping, however she didn’t mind the night before.

He was finally home after weeks of promo and interviews, that he deserved a perfect night of sleep, just the way he wanted. If he wanted to keep a hand on her while sleeping comfortably while she shivered under the blankets thanks to the ridiculously cold air, then so be it. It was the least she could do anyways.

His lashes fanned out over the span of his upper cheek, the rest of his body motionless aside from the rise and fall of his chest. His scruffy cheeks endeared her and she almost had half the mind to graze her fingers along the scratchy hair until her eyes wandered to his attire, blanket lazily kicked to his waist. He was prepared for the cold – Harry was always prepared – and wore a thicker, long sleeved shirt to bed with pants. He seemed warm from the looks and his hand pressing against her bare skin warmed.

Therefore, she did the only thing she could think of that would help her and not affect him. She raised his arm gently and shuffled closer into his chest before letting his limb drop, draping over her blanket covered body.

For some reason, the man never got cold because his skin was still heated, and he was still fast asleep even when her head accidentally knocked against his chin and apologies tumbled from her mouth. She closed her eyes, fisting the material of his shirt is her fists and tried to fall back asleep.

Nearly asleep, she felt him stir and his palm patting the vacant side of her bed, groping the empty mattress, drowsily not realizing she was up against him. His eyes fluttered open and his head raised to check where she’s wandered to, however the breathing on his neck had eased him. His head hit the pillow again and a soft yawn fell from his lips.

“Think you’re on m’side of the bed,” he groggily mumbled into her hair, eyes closing. He smiled to himself, aware of how much she despised sleeping on the left side.

Her head raised up, wide and apologetic eyes staring up at his deepened dimples. “Did I wake you up?”

He looked equally as shocked when he glanced down at her. “Oh y’awake too. No, you didn’t wake me up. Was just lookin’ for you.”

“I’m here,” she replied, placing her forehead directly on his collarbones and closed her eyes. “I was just cold so I thought I’d cuddle into you.”

“Cold?” he said quietly with an incredulous tone. “‘S so hot in ‘ere.”

“No,” she halfheartedly argued, enjoying the way his chest rumbled besides her when he spoke. “It’s freezing. Didn’t wanna close the window or you’d wake up.”

“‘M up anyways now,” he said faintly. “And why aren’t y’wearing anything warmer?”

“I dunno. Just thought it would be easier to put on as little clothing as possible after last night.”

A smug yet sleepy grin spread his mouth. A deep hum of contentment rang from his throat. “Last nigh’ was pretty good ‘reunion sex.’ Y’didnt cry when I fucked you.”

Her cheeks immediately flared up, heat crawling down her neck. She slapped him softly across the shoulder, glaring up at him, thoroughly humiliated. “I never cry!”

“Cried the past two times I came home, sweetheart,” he gently pointed out although he still had the cocky edge to his groggy voice. “Don’t deny it. I find it cute. ‘S nice. Makes m’feel very loved.”

She peeked up at him, annoyed. “Well I wouldn’t cry if you didn’t leave me for such a long time.”

He fell quiet, seemingly considering this. She thought he’d fallen back asleep but his chest rumbled as he agreed and spoke, “Y’right angel. ‘M sorry. Hard fo’ me to be away from you too. Thought about you every night.” he paused, letting the pun sink in. “Got turned on every night too just thinkin’ about you in that red lingerie all dolled up fo’ me the night before I left and let me tell y—”

“Harry!”

“Wha’? ‘S true. Y’do things to me and I start…thinkin’ when I’m alone in my hotel room. In fact, if we keep talkin’ like this, ‘m gonna get hard again. Remind me to ask you to wear that lingerie set again. Bleedin’ hell that was a good night.”

“It’s almost six,” she was quick to quip. “We should go back to sleep.”

He shook his head. “Angel, if y’can’t sleep,” he paused to yawn again. “I’ll stay up with you.”

“No no no!” she was hasty to whisper, hands flat against his chest. “You’re so tired and you deserve some sleep so please. Don’t worry about me.”

The corner of his lips twitched, nose scrunching once. “‘S impossible not to worry ‘bout you. C’mon angel, lemme warm you up.”

His arm wandered out from between his thighs and forced it’s way under her, connecting with his other hand behind her back. His head tilted down, warm nose rubbing against her goose bump risen cheek, a single kiss pressed onto her skin. His lashes fluttered, tickling her.

“I love you,” he mumbled, sighing afterwards.

She smiled and buried her head in the crook of his neck. A couple of kisses were dotted against his veins, puckering lips ghosting over the skin until his own goosebumps arose. A combination of a sigh and giggle emitted from him, shoulder shrugging into his shoulder to prevent her from the assault any further.

“Quit it, will you? You said t’go t’sleep and now you’re the one bein’ all cute with me,” he laughed, swatting at her head when she didn’t stop.

“Okay okay,” she hummed, resting back into her original position, hands bunching up his shirt again. She let the serene moment wash over her, the quietness, his warmth, the amount of love she held in her heart for him.

Within minutes, Harry had fallen back asleep, light snores filling the vacant spots in the air and his arms tightened around her. She smiled when she realized they had these types of nights ahead of them: effortless and alarm-less. Just snuggling and loving, everything they’ve ever wanted since his promo had begun.

The sunlight had began to stream through the closed curtains, the tiniest amount hitting his exposed cheek to illuminate and highlight it, her own heart swelling with adoration.