REQUEST: A one shot where it’s your birthday and Harry wakes you up for breakfast in bed and spoils the hell out of you with loads of gifts and kisses and cuddles?
REQUEST: Can you do a fluffy fluff blurb or one-shot with Harry?
REQUEST: Can I pretty please request a fluffy Harry one shot? Love you Yeli
REQUEST: A fluffy blurb or something because I am craving your writings
Mushed all these together. Love you all! xx
You woke up to the feeling of Harry’s nose nuzzling into your cheek, humming a particular tune while his arms wound around your waist.
The two of you had been dating for a couple of years now, long enough that you spent at least fifty percent of the time at Harry’s place. And if you’d learned one thing about Harry, it was that he absolutely loved birthdays. He loved celebrating them, counting down to them, and he enjoyed other people’s more than he did his own.
So when your birthday rolled around, you weren’t surprised that he was waking you up at the crack of dawn (or eleven a.m., if we’re being realistic).
Despite your best efforts to not smile you found yourself crinkling your nose, corners of your lips tilting upwards as you squirmed in his embrace. Now that you had given away that you were awake you turned your body so that your back was facing him, reaching to grab his pillow from across the bed and hug it to your chest with a soft grunt.
“Hey, m’right here, I’m more comfy than the pillow,” he complained, his fingertips digging into the soft pudginess of your belly. You squirmed once more, eyes still closed.
“Pillow doesn’t wake me up,” you teased, worming closer against the soft fabric. Harry audibly sighed, his voice at your ear.
“Alright, I’ll just put away all these presents, then…” Harry replied a bit melodramatically, starting to unravel his arms from around your body.
You suddenly opened one eye and turned your head to look back at him, your hands immediately trapping his against your belly so that he couldn’t escape.
“Presents?” You repeated, both eyes now wide open. You were like a little kid at Christmas.
“Tha’s what I said, innit?” he snickers, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against your lips. You puckered them to press a kiss against it, grinning. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before hopping off of you.
When you shifted around to sit up properly on the bed, he was holding a tray of what breakfast foods accompanied by a glass of apple juice. There was also a cup of water that held a single yellow rose in it, causing an elated grin to appear on your features.
“First thing’s first,” he said, setting the tray in your lap and reaching to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Happy birthday, princess.”
“Thank you,” you grinned, feeling like the luckiest girl alive.