Waking up with Harry would be... amazing. You're on your side, not at all wrapped up in each other like a movie, but you rub your eyes and stretch and roll over. Then he shifts and stretches and smacks his lips and smiles sleepily with his eyes kind of closed still. "G'morning...." You smile groggily back and snuggle close, taking a deep breath while pressing against his neck and he rubs your back with slowing circles as he starts to drift off again. "S'no rush... let's have a lie in, yeah?"
And the best way to wake up to him is after a nap, when you’re still groggy and not very aware of where you are and every move feels like a proper effort, so when you open your eyes and you find him lying next to you, watching TV but actually almost falling asleep, it makes you sigh.
He wasn’t there when you had fallen asleep a good half an hour ago but he is now and he looks so cuddly and warm, eyes filled with sleep but fighting against it, that you can’t help but pull on his shirt to try and get him to come closer.
“Didn’t notice you were awake…” He mumbles, voice croaky and sleepy. With great effort you manage to pull him in and slide closer until you’re tucked under his arm and your leg is hooked around one of his, not an inch between your bodies.
“Not awake yet.” You tell him and his giggle is interrupted by a yawn that makes your eyes water and your mouth open into a big one too, making the both of you laugh. “Y’look sleepy.”
“I am. Think I go’ jealous of yeh a bit…” Harry nods in agreement. His hands are rubbing across your back in a soothing manner and you can feel yourself already crumbling under the weight of your tiredness.
Harry’s hands squeeze you closer to him and a whimper leaves your mouth when you bury your face into the side of his chest, the smell and warmth of his body making you relax into him.
“Think yeh can sleep a bit mo’?” He asks, lips pressing against your hair when he turns and presses his front to yours. “Need a good cuddle while I nap.”
“Come closer and I’ll see what I can do for you…” You croak, hiding your face into his neck, a hum leaving your lips and your arm drapping around his side, hand slipping under his tshirt to rub against his back as he sighs in appreciation of the delicate touch.
Sleep is quick to pull the both of you under in minutes,
the safety and familiriaty of his touch and your bodies pressing together easing you back into slumber almost as easily as a sedative.