#*soos voice* i am going to sleep with these under my pillow forever now

[gin-juice-tonic]

And so, the moment I’ve all been waiting for! I’ve finished coloring this comic, and I am going to post it right now.

[disconnxctedd]

Honest.  G.D.  (E.D.)

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I’ve been hanging out with the twins for a couple of months now but we still haven’t reached that stage, in which you are comfortable doing literally everything together. We know almost everything about each other, yet we still haven’t had a sleepover or seen each other sleeping. I’ve always behaved more goofily with Ethan than I do with Gray and I don’t really have an explanation why. Don’t get me wrong, I get on amazingly with both of them, it’s just that things are just a tad bit more awkward with Grayson when it’s only the two of us. It may have to do something with me maybe developing something more for him but I try to push that thought aside.

We basically became best friends the first three minutes we hung out together and I think I found my friend soulmates forever. And I really really don’t want to screw that up.

Soo, as one can expect we are bound to stay at each other’s house at one point and that’s exactly what is happening this Saturday. There are two weird things about it, though, that I just can’t not mention. Firstly, it’s the first time I am going to sleep in the same building as Gray and secondly, yes, I said only Gray because unfortunately Ethan is not coming. I moved two hours away from LA a month ago, since the new academic year started and the guys haven’t visited me still. I have been going on and on about it ever since I came here and when finally it turned out so that they can actually come, Ethan had to fly to San Diego for a really huge directing job offer that he received literally two days ago and could not say no to. He called me the other night and I could see how excited he was but at the same time you could read the word GUILT sprawled across his forehead. Two days later I am still trying to convince him it’s fine but I am not sure I am really succeeding in doing so, to be honest. 

Anyway, Gray is going to arrive in about 13 hours as it’s currently Friday evening and he is supposed to be here at around 10 in the morning on Saturday. I’ve been cleaning my room for the past hour and a half, I went grocery shopping earlier today and also bought an extra pillow because I didn’t really have one, since I haven’t had anyone over yet. I am so excited that I am spending my whole weekend with one of my best friends and I am finally not going to be alone for the first time in a month, you can’t even imagine.

I put the hoover behind the closet door and grab my phone so it’s near me while I am making dinner, in case someone calls. As if he read my thoughts, Grayson’s face lights up my screen and I pick up.

“Hey, goofball. How are you doing?”

“Hey! I just finished cleaning the place so you don’t think I am an extremely disgusting person and I am about to make something for dinner. You excited about tomorrow?”

“Heck yes I am! I get to spend a whole weekend with my best friend for the first time in a month, how do you imagine me not being excited?” he smiles such a warm smile and I can’t help but feel my stomach flutter. Stupid butterflies. “Plus, I know how disgusting you are already, so no need to beat yourself over cleaning the place.” he laughs and sticks his tongue at me.

“Oh, shut it if you want to not sleep on the doormat.”

“Okay, okay. The serious part now. Want me to stop by your place tomorrow morning and get you something?”

“Hmm, not really, I don’t think I need anything. Just your stupid ass.” I smile and he smiles back.

“I am gonna text you when I depart from home so you know around what time I’ll be there.”

“Can’t wait for it to be tomorrow morning already.”

“Goodnight, goofball. Love you.

“Love you, too. Drive safely tomorrow.”

“Will do. See you in a few hours.” Grayson smiles at me one last time and hangs up.

I finish chopping some veggies, pop them in the oven and go to the bathroom to take a quick shower while dinner is getting ready. When I am done in the shower, I wrap my hair in a towel and not bothering to put on clothes I walk to my laptop in my robe and slippers, then put on some random YouTube video and go put some food on a plate. I walk back to the bed and plop down to eat in front of the laptop.

I wake up, dressed in my robe, some video still playing, the lights still on. I should have fallen asleep at some point. I sit up and put my feet on the floor and immediately feel pain rising on the bottom of my feet. The dish I ate dinner from must’ve slipped on the floor at some point while I was sleeping and now there’s shattered glass covering the whole floor. I groan, standing up carefully, walk to the bathroom and toss the towel I had on my head in the dirty laundry hamper. I check my feet and there are no wounds or cuts from the glass, gladly. I get the hoover out again from the closet and get rid of all the glass pieces that are shattered around the bed, wipe the floor with a cloth afterwards, put everything in its place and get dressed in my pyjamas before going back to bed. Properly this time. I check my phone for any notifications prior to putting it on my nighstand to get it charged while I sleep and see that I have a text from E.

‘I am so sorry again that I am not able to be there with you this weekend. I hope Gray isn’t that big of an asshole the next two days. I am gonna send a lot of pics from the set. Love you, sis.’

Ugh, I miss him. That’s exactly with what I reply and go to sleep afterwards. 

I wake up by my phone going off next to my head. It’s 10:02AM and I see Grayson’s photo filling up my screen.

“Good morning! A chocolate donut or apple pie?”

“What are you talking about?” My voice it still groggy from sleeping.

“Which one?”

“Ummm, apple pie, I think? Where are you?”

“Literally five minutes away from you. I saw this small cafe slash bakery thing on the side of the road and thought I’ll grab some coffee and breakfast for both of us.” 

“Have I told you how great you are?”

“No need, goof. I already know. Now get up and get dressed cuz I’ll be there in five.”

“See you, asshole.” I blow a kiss at the screen and hang up. 

For fuck’s sake, I most definitely turned off my alarm and now I don’t have freaking time to get ready. I hop out of bed and run to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and trying to somehow tame my hair with the hairbrush I go to the dresser and take out some sweatpants and a t-shirt, throw them on and the second my head goes through the hole of the tee I hear the doorbell.

I practically run to the door, swing it open and I see my best friend, a satchel hanging on his shoulder, holding a tray with two coffee cups on it and a paper bag with something smelling heavenly from the inside. I step aside to let him in, he kicks off his shoes, puts everything down on the kitchen table and turns to me to tackle me in the biggest bear hug you’ve ever seen.

“I missed you.” my words are muffled from my face practically beared in his chest.

“I missed you, too.” Gray finally releases me from the hug and steps back to take a look at me. “How have you been coping with living alone?” he smirks after asking and walks to the table and grabs his cup of steaming coffee, taking a long sip.

“I most definitely needed some actual physical interaction with people, not only seeing them on screens, you know?”

“You need to go out more.”

“I do go out.”

“When? Right after you hang up on me or E at midnight or 1AM, tired as hell and kind of regretting it because you have to wake up early the next day for that 8AM class?” 

How come this guy knows me so well for only a few months???

“Oh shut it, you love speaking with me.”

“You know I do. Now what’s on the to-do list?”

“Can I first get to know what is inside that bag and then we can actually get down with the to-do list?”

Grayson shakes his head playfully and lets me be the child I am. Basically, I keep jumping around him like a small kid because I am that excited he is here. The awkwardness that I am alone with him, that I mentioned earlier? You can kind of feel it but it is burried under a few other emotions and we both pretend it isn’t there. Maybe an hour or so later we leave the “apartment” - it actually being one big space - a kitchen, a bedroom, a living room all at once, with a bathroom and a really small closet on the side - and walk around the city centre so he gets to see the place. We decide to grab lunch on the go and find a chill place in the park to eat it there and that’s exactly what we do. We find a bench that you can’t really see at first so no one will actually bother us and start snacking on the food while continuing to talk about everything. At one point, I am telling him about all the school work that I have due in a couple of weeks and how I am already stressing about it when Grayson reaches and pulls a strand of hair behind my year. I normally wouldn’t take that as a special gesture or anything but it’s currently just the two of us, alone in the park, his eyes glowing with some gold in them in the sunlight and my mouth just shuts and doesn’t open again. We stare at each other for a few seconds and then I fake-cough and turn around in search for my drink so I keep myself busy. In the meantime Gray suggests we leave to go back to the apartment so we get there on time to settle in and make dinner and we do just that. As we are about to exit the park, I turn around and start walking backwards in front of him, excitedly talking about the autumn break and what I have planned for us when I come back to LA. He watches me intently and before I know it I feel myself falling backwards. Right before I hit the ground I feel his arms around my waist, literally holding me a few inches above it and then pulling me back up.

“Sometimes I can’t believe how clumsy you can be.” Grayson laughs and steps back after I’ve regained balance.

“Nothing ever happened, I don’t know what you are talking about.” I stick my tongue out at him. Damn we seem to do this a lot.

An hour and something later we are already at my place, we both change into comfier clothes and I start making dinner. Grayson helps me with chopping things or simply handing them to me and when the pan is in the oven we decide to set up his bed so it’s ready for the night. We all know that if we don’t do it now out lazy asses are going to regret it later.

“Are you sure you are a 100% fine with sleeping on the ground?” I ask for the 9th time in the past half an hour and Grayson is starting to get annoyed with me already.

“If you ask me one more time I am gonna go sleep in the Bronco. At least she doesn’t annoy me.”

“I just want you to be comfortable, that’s all.”

“I will be, now stop making it such a big deal.”

We set up a few blankets on top of each other and then I grab some clean sheets from the closet and his “bed” is ready for the night. I already puffed out the pillow I bought yesterday and covered it with a pillow case so we just threw it on the blankets.

We ate dinner and decided to put on a movie since both of us weren’t really that sleepy. At first Grayson let me choose what we were watching but because I was texting with Ethan the first few minutes of the film, he got mad at me and changed it. The boy was just telling me how his day went, sheesh. Turns out we were watching a horror one now and I know he knows how much I hate them, he just wants to get back at me. The movie wasn’t that bad for most parts. I say most because at some point I was biting on my nails so hard that Grayson caught my hand in his and held it for the rest of the movie. Towards the end of it I was already yawning and rubbing my eyes, so we both brushed our teeth and hopped under the covers.

“Are you-”

“If you are about to ask what I think you will, you better shut it or I am for real gonna go sleep in the Bronco.”

“I am sorry.” I say from my bed, smiling to myself since Grayson can’t really see me from the floor.

“I am sorry I made you watch that movie. Goodnight, goof.”

“Don’t worry about it. Goodnight.”

But it’s not a good night at all. I keep tossing and turning, not being able to fall asleep and even if I start drifting off to sleep I jump after a few seconds because a nasty image from the movie keeps popping up in my mind. I should have never agreed to watch it, I don’t even know why I listen to Grayson sometimes. At some point I must have started to drift off to sleep again when I feel the the matress shifting under Grayson’s weight and him climbing into bed next to me. I open my eyes and look up confused at him.

“What are you doing?”

“You clearly can not fall asleep, you have been laying here hugging your feet, hidden under the covers, glued to the wall for the past twenty minutes and you are as cold as a dead man. Come here.”

“I’ll be fine, go back to sleep.” but it’s as if he doesn’t hear me at all. His hands wrap around my waist and pull me so close to him, his chest is glued to my back. His legs lock with mine, he nuzzles his head into my neck and his fingers intertwine with mine, while still holding me. I feel so small and so protected and his body is warming up mine that I don’t want to move from this position ever.

After a few seconds he kisses the top of my head, which makes me untagle from him, just enough to turn around in his hands so that I am now facing him again. I look up and he opens his eyes slowly and looks into mine.

“I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve you but I can’t be thankful enough for you always being here for me.”

“Wanna hear something honest from me, too?”

I nod and the corners of his lips curve upwards a bit.

“Ethan didn’t have to leave before Saturday evening so he could’ve come with me and spend the day with us but I made him ask if he could go early and so he did.”

“Wait, what? Why??”

“So I can finally catch you alone and convince myself to show you how I really feel, I guess. When I say I love you, I am not lying.”

I am so dumbfounded, it’s my turn to hide my face in the crook of his neck. After a few seconds I pull back to look at him and he is already waiting to examine my face.

“Say something.”

“Is ‘I love you’ going to be enough?” I reply and as soon as the last word rolls off my tongue his lips press against mine and my stomach does not have butterflies in it anymore. There is a whole zoo inside of it and it is throwing a party in there.

I guess I really, really don’t want to move now.

[inqshead]

no vacancy.

i was texting with katy when nojus came back. his hair was soaking wet and he tried to dry it with a white towel looking fine. he wore black pants to a tight black shirt with white socks and such a stunning smile. his cheeks were red and his lashes wet. i didn’t think nor hesitate, just spoke out what came to my mind. ,,are you okay?’’  nojus blinked surprised. ,,um yes. gonna grab the tea. any wishes?’‘ i lay on my belly, holding my head with my hands and tilted it sidewards. ,,surprise me.’‘ my heart missed a beat like omG. i mean, it got way more easy and honestly i couldn’t remember why i had been afraid. talking to him wasn’t difficult, it never was this comfortable with anyone else, even sava. yes, i still had a dying heart and my breath would go heavy or fast when he did certain things,, but i started enjoying those butterflies in my tummy and head and heart and just basically everywhere else. right now they tried to kill me. nojus smiled, threw that towel on his chair and left the room. i sighed really loud and long. gods. what happened to me?! when i opened my eyes and mumbled that this was a mess, in my tongue, i realized that nojus was back. ,,huh?’‘ that was fast. ,,i just wanted to add: don’t break anything and don’t delete the picture on your instagram.’‘ then the door closed and i was all alone again. what did just happen and who the fuck did he think he was? to calm my strange feels down, i decided to watch ‘(insert idol name) cute compilation’. at some point, when someone chewed a whole fortune kookie without taking out the paper first, i had to sit up crosslegged, couldn’t stop laughing and gave little ��omgomgomgomg’s from me. ,,what’s with those sounds again?’‘ i screamed and jumped up to my feet, holding my hands up to fight. nojus stood in front of the door, an old fashioned jade-colored tray in his hands. i smelled cookies. i let my hands sink down. ,,oh.’’ we just stared at each other. ,,sorry.’’ still staring. ,,i have cookies.’’ ,,gimme.’’ we sat down on his bed. he leaned on the end with the pillows and i sat vis-à-vis. the tray between us. the tea smelled like heaven. it was warm, but not too hot. the cookies were soo delicious i nearly fainted. and for the first time in a while, i was hungry. and i thought of sava. it made me go insane that it would take so long until i could finally talk with him. i wanted the time to fly away, so that i could find out why he did what he did. on the other hand i wanted time to stop. i needed more time with nojus. speaking of him, i was so lost in thought, that i hadn’t realized he was talking to me. ,,- my girlfriend-’‘ i teared my eyes open. ,,your what?!’‘ omomomg nononono my world. oh no my world just fucking collapsed. nothing worked. i was going to die, about to jump down from his balcony. he laughed. he freaking laughed. ,,see, you only listen when i say such stuff!’‘ his laugh was so precious, it immediately cured my anxiety and selfdoubts. i still couldn’t move, until he added. ,,that was a lie ty.’‘ ,,you-how dare you.’‘ he continued laughing, while i wasn’t able to believe how mischievous he was. (how could i ever think he was a serious person, when he just cared so much and laughed, and made fun of me) my mouth was wide open and he didn’t even think of stopping. nojus hold his belly and had tears in his eyes. out of breath he said: ,,you really believed i had a girlfriend! hhaha.’‘ ,,ey! how dare you laughing!’‘ i don’t know why, but i was so caught in this moment that i started tickling him. i sat half on him and yes i realized that, but i had everything under control until he grabbed both my wrists and changed positons. nojus sat right on me held my arms besides my head. okay i won’t lie. this was intense. and i hoped he’d kiss me. his eyes seemed lost in a chaos whose whole extent i’d never be able to catch. not like sava, whose soul was drunk by the thought of love, a fruit he forbid himself to taste. thinking of sava. my blood started boiling and everything screamed no. nojus leaned down. he wasn’t heavy. when he looked me in the eye and i could feel his warm breath like a soft summer brease on my skin, i jumped throughout the times and suddenly nojus’ brown hair turned black and those blue diamonds changed places with grey souleaters. my breathing turned so fast that i barely could hold it under control. ,,you know, i’m a curious person.’‘ his voice sounded dark and heavy. if not sexy. raspy kinda. full of secrets. ,,so, how comes you won’t answer when i ask what happened that you had to make those squeaky sounds. don’t tell me it’s slime again. i think highly of you, so please don’t destroy that.’‘ slowly the world started to break into pieces. the grey turned into a blue that took my heart by storm. the beaten black changed to soft brown hair. his face wasn’t that close no longer. nojus. this was nojus. not sava. that one was thousands of miles away from here. although it felt as if nojus was too. he hadn’t kissed me. i was confused. my heart bled out. but i felt also somehow relieved. ,,oh. ooh. no it was a guy that ate a fortune cookie with the paper still in it not noticing it.’‘ i smiled really dumb when thinking of it, too cute man. ,,are you being serious right now.’‘ i laughed. ,,i guess.’‘ he rolled his eyes, smiling. and wasted not a thought if he should, i dunno, get off of me(?). at least my hands were free now. he interlaced our fingers and played around, made moves and seemed happy. ,,i’m so glad you’re as nice and special as i hoped you were.’‘ i didn’t dare to answer, he wasn’t finished yet looking out of the window and showing me the sharpest jawline on earth. was that some kind of declaration? ,,you know, when i first saw you i was surprised. you looked so interesting, so colorful and so innocent.’‘ oh god. what was we going to say? wait. he thought something like that, about someone like me?! bruh no way. ,,but when you started talking you seemed  so distracted and, i dunno, so disgusted. as if you didn’t like how deteriorated it is here compared to your rich home country. and that made me...not necessarilay angry, but sad. disappointed. i thought there would be more to you. but then you were so thankful, and that made me doubt my opinion. but when i took your order you ignored me again and you didn’t even care about leaving. and then i wanted to help you up and you just ignored me!’‘  disgusted? i was caught in his impact, i had been so lost in the color of his lips and shape of his words. gods, if he knew why i didn’t react or anything... he made me angry. i sat up and he slid off of me. ,,then why did you came down to me, if you didn’t like me or don’t, i don’t know.’‘ we still held hands. ,,because i wanted to know for sure. and it turned out to be a very very good idea. i don’t regret it. you’re as wonderful and extraordinary as i hoped you would be.’‘ i was so stunned. and i just hugged him. i wasn’t afraid. he held me tight, i could barely breathe. ,,i thought you were an arrogant asshole and i felt so threatened and vulnerable. you have no idea what kind of an intense impact you have. that’s crazy. but i’m so glad that you’re nice to me. i mean, you even made me tea!’‘ he ended the hug. ,,but that’s what people do. caring. don’t your people do that?’‘ i had to laugh. ,,no they don’t.’’ i was like so ready to kiss him. but it felt wrong. not wrong as in you’re-just-a-friend-actually-wrong, but as in i-am-not-sure-if-you’d-want-me-to-i-should-wait-wrong. why would such a wonderful person kiss me? i don’t know anymore what we did after that, but we lay on our backs, his feet at the end with the pillows and mine on the other end. our heads next to each other. we started asking each other questions. the cookies were empty, the tea as well. i was full. the sun didn’t start rising yet. ,,who were the people on the picture earlier?’‘ i’m sure i just made that up, but he sounded kinda envious. ,,uh. katy. she’s a year younger than me. a close friend. and sava. my best friend.’‘ he made a ‘hm’ sound, kind of unsatisfied. ,,how old are you?’‘ ,,eighteen. you?’‘ ,,about to be seventeen. where are you from?’‘ ,,from here. are you in a relationship?’‘ i laughed. ,,me? no. never. no one would want me.’‘ i knew that was wrong. at least kinda. sava proved me wrong. and maybe nojus as well. i didn’t dare asking him. and i started feeling sleepy. ,,i guess i have to go now. i’m really tired.’‘ he tilted his head until we could look at each other. he seemed half asleep as well. the moon shone inside by that time. it was an act of light and shadow, that wandered all over his face. he was so unbelievable gorgeous and i could’ve looked at him forever. ,,okay. i’ll come with you. just a sec. what are you doing tomorrow? we have kinda a dance party or something in the evening here.’‘ ,,sounds good. we’re going to visit a farm, nothing special.’‘ ,,okay cool. the party’s at the pool, behind the building.’‘ wait. stop. nonono. water?! oh gods. people tend to wear not much when being near a pool. fucl it. why did they need to have a pool. that was shit. i got up, put his mac and the tray on his desk. ,,ohkay. you stay here. you’re more asleep than awake. see you tomorrow. thanks again. goodnight nojus.’‘ ,,say that again’‘, he mumbled sleepy with closed eyes.. ,,what?’‘ ,,my name. i like the way you pronounce it.’‘ ,,nojus?’‘ he moaned happily. i laughed and shivered at the same time. the butterflies turned into shooting stars that burned me from the inside. ,,sleep tight.’‘ he didn’t answer,, breathed heavy and slow. what a boyfriend look. dayum. i can’t remember the way back to my room, but i dreamed of the moon and slept until hammering fists on my door woke me up. ,,tiberius get the fuck out of your bed. it’s ten a.m.!’‘ ,,shut up olive!’‘

chapter six end.

[roseonhissleeve]

My Sweetheart

REQUEST: ohh my god i fell in love with your last imagine where harry proposes! i just wanted to ask if you could write a very fluffy imagine with cuddles on couch while watching movies or idk, just soo much fluff?? i love youu

REQUEST: Hi! I am just a fan of your fics, I have read every single one of them and I am craving for more. Can you pretty please write a fluffy fluffmaster with a cuddly Harry? Thanks, and love youuu!

Combined these two. Inspiration struck tonight. Hope you enjoy. :) xo

When you opened your eyes that morning, you were shocked to find that Harry was still in bed with you.

For the past week or so he’d been so busy that he had to wake up at the most ungodly hour of the morning. Every time his alarm would go off way too early, and each time he would shut it off with a groan only to roll over and slip his arms around your body, hugging you to his chest and tangling his legs with yours so he could cling to you like a koala. You grumbled and groaned and pretended to be more asleep than you were, but you secretly enjoyed that the first thing he did was to reach for you. Eventually he would get up and get his day started, always leaving a kiss on your lips before slipping out the front door.

You and Harry had been dating for several months now; it had gotten to the point where you spent most nights (and days) at his place. You had your own drawer and everything. The both of you had gotten used to life together, and you missed him dearly when he was away, so the past week had been hard on the both of you. But you knew that he was doing something that was important to him, and you could never ask him to give that up in any capacity.

That morning when you woke up it was 10:00 a.m., and he was still there. It immediately brought a feeling of warmth to your heart, and you couldn’t help but get your hopes up and look forward to having him for the entire day. It felt like it had been so long since you’d truly spent time together, other than small chit chat and a kiss here and there. You missed him. 

You blinked groggily and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes with the heels of your palms before turning onto your side to get a proper look at him. His hair was now long enough again that it had begun to curl around his ears, and the top was decorated with unruly waves that had been tousled by sleep. He was laying on his stomach, his arms tucked underneath his pillow as his head was nestled on it comfortably, his features facing you. His lips were just slightly parted with his breathing, and there was a long lock of hair that drooped so it rested right atop of his nose. The sight made you want to laugh a little, but you stopped yourself out of fear of waking him.

Your lips unconsciously displayed a content smile as you reached to brush the pad of your thumb against his cheek; you did so with hesitance, as if you were touching the sky itself. Moments like this with Harry were so rare nowadays that you were so afraid of disturbing it.

He didn’t stir as you touched his face, completely asleep. You took that as a hint that it was safe to scooch closer, and you traced your fingertips down the length of his shoulder and to his back, drawing mindless patterns on the new canvas. His back was one of the only places on his body that wasn’t decorated with a plethora of tattoos, and as much as you loved all of the ones he had, there was something about how untouched it was that drew you to it. 

You eventually slipped your legs between his so that you could curl your toes against his calves, and you propped yourself up on your elbow to press a kiss against his shoulder. You were craving his attention, and he couldn’t give it to you if he was sleeping. Your hand continued to draw circles and hearts on his back, and you grinned at the sound of his voice. 

“Mm, your toes’re cold,” he spoke groggily, his voice muffled against his pillow as he turned to hide his features. You wiggled them further in response to his words, resting your hand at the small of his back as you pressed your lips to the back of his neck. 

“Your legs are warm,” you countered, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. He only hummed in response, still partly sleeping. You were beginning to question whether or not he dozed off again when you felt him move underneath you, and you suddenly found yourself wrapped around his arms, your face being tucked under his chin as he pressed light kisses to the top of your head. 

You loved when he got in this mood. You two were one hundred percent comfortable together, to the point where you didn’t even really need words; you could honestly spend forever in the arms of this man and never grow tired of the feeling. And that used to scare you, but it didn’t anymore. Now it only gave you something to look forward to every day.

He kissed the crown of your head a total of twelve times before nuzzling the same spot with his nose, his large hands splaying against the skin of your back to push your body closer to his. Your chest was pressed right to his own, and you could feel his heart beating against yours. You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly, and it was moments like these where you were overwhelmed by this little piece of heaven that you’d found.

He wasn’t saying anything, but the words were clear.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

The two of you stayed in that position for several minutes, and you would have stayed there for longer, but your stomach had other plans. It began to grumble softly, and by the third time you exhaled a soft groan and felt a chuckle rise from Harry’s chest.

“Time fo’ food?” He said while glancing down at your face, a lopsided grin decorating his features. He was now wide awake, and the green specks in his eyes were filled with life. 

“Hm, I have an idea,” you offered, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek before sitting up in bed. He turned so that he was on his back, the white sheets that you slept with contrasting the black tattoos across his skin. He was beautiful, and he was yours. 

“Wha’s that?” He asked, lifting his hand to cup the side of your face with his palm. 

“You don’t have to go into the studio today, do you?” You asked, and your heart began doing leaps when he shook his head in order to indicate that he didn’t. “Let’s spend the day in bed today. You and me, in nothing but our pajamas, watching TV and talking and just being together…” 

You turned your head so that you could press a kiss against his palm, your hand holding onto his wrist. “How does that sound?”

His features lit up at the idea, and you knew that it was a-go.

“I’ll get breakfast, you set up the movies?” He proposed, and when you nodded he pressed one last kiss to your forehead on his way out of the bed. He padded out of the room and you were left to fiddle with the TV remote. 

Fifteen minutes later the two of you were sitting in bed with a bowl of cereal in each of your laps, watching an episode of Friends. Your legs were across his lap and his free hand rested on your thigh; every so often when a particularly funny joke was made he would cackle loudly, and when that happened you were more inclined to laugh because he was laughing than at the actual joke.

“Tha’s you,” he would mention proudly every time Monica did anything slightly neurotic, sporting a cheeky grin as he shoved another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. 

“Is not!” You gasped as you kicked his leg gently, and he would giggle away like a twelve year old which only make you laugh anyways.

A little while later your bowls were placed on your bedside tables, and you had shifted so that you were laying down on your back in the bed and Harry’s head was on your chest. His hands were resting at your sides and his fingertips tickled your skin, his head rising and falling atop of your chest with your breathing as your own hands found their place on his bare back. 

Every so often your attention would stray from the TV and you two would begin speaking to each other. You told him about your week at university and how you wrote this midterm that you were super nervous for, and he admitted that he spent over twelve hours writing a song that ended up being a complete flop because he refused to let it go. Every so often you would gift each other kisses; his lips would brush against your shoulder or the top of your chest, your mouth would touch his hair or you would lift his hand to your lips. 

“Harry?”

“Yeah, love?” He spoke up, tearing his eyes away from the rom com that you were currently watching so he could lift his head off of your chest and look at you properly. You stayed quiet for a few moments, trying to gather your thoughts. 

“You…I never thought this would happen to me. I read this in books, saw it in movies, I have watched and heard about people falling in love quite literally all of my life, but I never thought it would happen to me. So…thank you,” you murmured softly, your cheeks rosy as you finished. 

He kissed you then, pressing his lips against yours firmly for the millionth time that day. You didn’t know what time it was, or how much time had passed since you set up camp in the bed, but you honestly didn’t really care. The two of you had turned your phones off, and for all you knew the rest of the world could be ending.

It wouldn’t really matter, either. Because as far as you knew, everything was perfect.

“My sweetheart, I have just about everything a man could ever want, but I can confidently say that loving you has been the greatest privilege of my life,” he said calmly, without a single trace of sarcasm or play. His lips were still inches away from your face, and you took the opportunity to claim them again, for what would not be the first nor last time that afternoon.

The two of you fell in love all over again that day, as you intended to for the rest of your lives.