When someone finds out you love one direction then asks how you’re dealing with “the break up” and you know they aren’t worth the whole tortured explanation and your belief system re: The Hiatus™ but you can’t figure out what to say other than “fuck off, becky”:
Harry James Potter never got to crawl into his parents’ bed to be cuddled and comforted after a nightmare.
So, naturally, he was a little confused when his own children began to seek comfort from him and Ginny in the night, but she seemed comfortable enough with blankets and lullabies and sweet words that Harry never asked if it was out of the ordinary or not.
A little something sweet for all of us while we wait for the big reveal. xo
When you woke up, the other side of the bed was empty.
Your eyes peeled open in a groggy fashion, and you lifted a fist to rub at your eye as you sat up in bed and looked over at the space where your boyfriend usually is. The two of you had fallen asleep comfortably, whispering sweet nothings to each other as your arms wrapped themselves around his broad frame and your nose nuzzled against the back of his neck. You had been absolutely exhausted since the day before, which is probably why you didn’t wake up when he stirred.
Once you woke up enough to think coherently, you immediately knew where he was.
You slipped on your bedrobe and pattered out into the living room, your hair in a messy bun and eyes still puffy from sleep. You were still a bit tired, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep without your boyfriend and you wanted to make sure that he was okay.