#yeshaddy

it’s late.  not too late, but at least two hours later than you would normally allow yourself or harry to sleep in.  you’ve been awake for few moments, mind slowly coming back together from the fog of a good night’s rest.  warmth blankets your front, harry’s arm draped heavily across your waist, fingertips grazing the skin between your shoulder blades.  your neck is a bit uncomfortable but it’s worth the twinge for the opportunity to admire harry’s face.  his nose and lips are half mushed into the pillow, brows slightly furrowed.  it’s fucking adorable.

you curl your fingers against harry’s chest in attempt to regain feeling in your limb.  it’s a small movement, but somehow he must sense that you’re awake. his lungs expand with a sudden intake of air, his arms instinctively pulling you even further into his embrace.  harry snuffles into your hair and you absolutely do not giggle high in your throat at the tickle and bury your nose into harry’s collarbone.  except you do.  a chuckle rumbles next to your ear, low and scratchy.

“mmm, ‘morning,” harry mumbles.  his voice reberbs through his chest, gritty with disuse.  you hum in response, brushing a kiss against the soft skin of his chest.  he nuzzles his cheek against your forehead, nudging you to look up.  as you do, you pull a few inches out of his hold, legs curling against his under the covers. 

“afternoon, more like,” you tell him, biting back a smile at harry’s dopey expression.  his lips are plush, curled at the corners and his eyes are shining behind hooded eyes.  the sight makes your heart constrict in a rush of love.

“afternoon,” he parrots, “very good afternoon.”

before you can reply, harry leans into your space and presses a tender kiss to your lips.  you can’t help but sigh into it, angling your head just so to properly capture his upper lip between yours, morning breath be damned.  nothing is better than the sweet way harry drags his palm from your shoulder blades to the dip of your spine, thumb rubbing hypnotic circles into your skin.  your mind floats, the drowsiness of waking up melting into a cloudy haze filled with harry’s warmth and scent, the feel of his breath on your lips as he pulls away.  he brushes the tip of his nose against yours, your eyes meeting.  he’s nearly cross eyed with how close you are, but neither moves.

“very, very good morning,” you finally murmur.  harry’s smile is more alert now, one brow raising slightly at your light cheek.  without another word, harry secures his grip around you, muscles flexing as he rolls until you’re spread out beneath him.  “you look like a rumpled kitten,” you tease him, reaching up to ruffle his hair.  

“but like, a cute rumpled kitten, right?”

you can’t help but roll your eyes.  he pouts at you, cheeks still red from the pillow and so cute you can’t stand it.  you trace the line of his jaw, letting the moment stretch on before pulling harry into another deliciously lazy kiss.  he groans deep in his throat as you pepper kisses down his chin only to nip at the tender skin below his chin. 

“the cutest,” you offer, and harry laughs into the next kiss he steals.