Something about being wrapped in someone’s arms or just the simple touch. I even like to feel their heart beat against my back or as I lay across their chest. It just comforts me to a point I can’t explain. I love to touch , I love affection. I’ll be fine with being single until I have nights where I really would just love the comfort of being in someone’s arms…
In an attempt to get @stylesunchained to go to sleep, I told her this bedtime story, which will now be presented as follows–
A concept: Harry is sleeping in bed next to you, and you’re restless because you can’t sleep. You keep checking your phone and taking stabs at trying to drift off, but it’s just not sticking. The bright light causes him to stir, though, and he looks over his shoulder, squinting, and asks, “Wassamatta?” with a slurred voice that has all the words running together. When you tell him you can’t sleep, he kind of flops back down for a moment before lifting up and rolling over. He takes the phone far away and says, “Quiet,” when you protest. “C’mere,” he says as he drops his arm around you and nuzzles in close with his chin on your shoulder and his nose by your ear. “Close your eyes fo’ me,” he mumbles. “Just try, love,” he says when you try to argue. He kisses your shoulder once, quickly, and his breath is hot on your skin and in your hair when he tells you, “Deep breath, in and out, jus’ like mine.” And he takes an exaggerated one to demonstrate that leaves him snickering and the both of you have a laugh over that. But your body is starting to relax because of it. You’re melting bit by bit, and maybe it’s his breathing, or his sleepy little mumbles, or his thumb stroking your temple while his hand rests on the pillow by your head, but whatever it is, you’re starting to get really sleepy, and all your muscles are feeling soft and it’s more difficult to keep your eyes open. Everything is drifting away until it’s just the sound of his breathing – that’s all you can hear – and then it isn’t even that anymore because you’ve slipped off into your own dreamland.
Legend says if you’re heartbroken enough and you cry into a sunflower, Hunk will appear with a tub of ice-cream, your favourite movie and a bunch of soft yellow blankets and will be your cuddle buddy until you feel better.
I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.