Wakeup Call Chapter 6
Rich woke to the feeling of someone gently twisting locks of his hair between fingers. It was so soft he was surprised it had even woken him up at all. He was going to lay there and enjoy it, but instead groaned to cover up a smile. He cracked one eye open, glaring up at Harry who was leaning on an elbow as he watched him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Rich demanded.
“Playing with your hair, what does it look like?” Harry said smiling at him.
“You’re making a mess of it,” Rich said, closing his eye again.
“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize your bed head was so intentional. Let me just stick it all back up for you, then.”
Rich groaned but couldn’t bring himself to swat his hand away. He didn’t actually mind being woken up this way and he couldn’t care less about his hair. It just seemed like the thing to say. Honestly Harry running his fingers through his hair felt nice. It was soothing. He probably could have slipped back into sleep again if Harry haven’t spoken.
“You know, I told someone once that I came here so I could wake up and feel something other than arthritis.”
“And?” Rich couldn’t help but ask. Why did he feel so apprehensive? “Do you?”
“Yeah,” Harry said, “I do.”
He leaned down and kissed Rich on the forehead, the gesture incredibly tender. It was a little overwhelming to be honest.
“Yeah, I feel it too,” Rich said. “Gastrointestinal distress. Next time I’m picking the restaurant.”
“You ass,” Harry said, laughing as he shoved him a little.
“Fine, I’m kidding,” Rich said, hiding a smile as he pressed in close against Harry’s chest, feeling his arms wrap around him. “I love you too, but that could change if you keep waking me up so damn early.”
“Right, I forgot how important your beauty sleep is,” Harry said, chuckling. “I’ll just go put some coffee on for when you decide to grace re world with your cheery presence.”
“Nope,” Rich said, gripping Harry tightly when he tried to disentangle himself. “You’re stuck here. This is your punishment for waking me up.”
“Fine, but when I get hungry I’m getting out of this bed even if I end up dragging you with me.”
“It’s so tempting to take that as a challenge,” Rich said, grinning.
“Hurry up and go back to sleep,” Harry said, trying and failing to suppress a laugh.
It was nice, waking up like this. Waking up to Harry. And to think Rich had thought Andromeda would be an ending. He suppose it was, to some extent. It ended his life in the Milky Way, it ended all of that baggage and the loneliness. But it was a beginning too. He had a life here now. He had Harry. And he was happy.