please write about watching him cuddle a pillow I will die
He looks peaceful, relaxed against the soft pillow and cushions of the white lounging couch, eyes closed and lips pursed as he slumbers away under the Mexican heat. The expanse of his back is exposed and you watch from where you sit at the edge of the pool as he breathes in and out, sleep completely taking over his body.
It’s the first time in a month that he gets to relax and take a few days for himself, after the extensive and seemingly never ending promotion of his new album. You’ve followed him along as you could but this small trip (part of his promotion but still a chance to steal a few days of rest) is the first time you can finally see him for more than five minutes between interviews or the half an hour before the two of you went to bed, after an intense day of work.
Harry’s skin, dotted with tattoos and a little mark here and there, is glistening in the sunshine and your fingers tingle to touch it, but you don’t want to interrupt his nap, not when you know he needs it so much.
Even though you know he loves the fast pace of his work and the interactions with old and new fans, you know there are moments where he needs to relax and recharge. In the last few years in the band, you saw him run himself ragged from all the touring, never ever taking time to just sit back and take a moment for himself, so you couldn’t help but worry once it all started again.
“When is his next appearance?” You ask Jeff, your legs submerged into the cold but pleasant water as your legs move back and forth slowly.
“He’s got a secret show in three days.” Your boyfriend’s friend and manager, tells you.
“I’m glad he gets a few days off.” You tell him, looking back at Harry - he’s sleeping soundly, unperturbed by the sounds of music and conversation around you and you can’t help feel your heart speed up when you see him squeezing a pillow against his side, nose burying into it just like he does with you when the two of you share a bed.
“Yeah, he earned it.”
Lying back, sunglasses on your face and arms stretched against your sides, you enjoy the contrast between the coolness of the water in your legs and the heat of the sun on the rest of your body and you’re almost falling asleep when you feel the sunlight lightly burning on your skin.
Getting up, you head towards the couch where your boyfriend sleeps, reaching for the suncream that rests by his head with light hands to avoid disturbing him but it’s to no use. The second you grab the bottle, you’re facing the green of his eyes, puffy with sleep and shining brighter than ever against the sunlight.
“Go back to sleep.” You mumble, hand reaching down to brush against the apples of his cheek, his eyes squinting as he looks up at you.
With deep and scratchy voice, Harry answers you, one of his hands reaching up to hold your wrist, keeping your hand on him. “Where are yeh going?”
“Just gonna put on some more suncream.” Smiling, you kneel down, finger brushing against the bridge of his nose in a slow caress that make his sleepy eyes close as he leans on his pillow again, cheek smushed against it. “Did you put on yours? Can’t ruin your money maker.”
His shoulders shake as he giggles, eyes bright when he looks up at you, a smile on his lips. “M’ nose is my money maker? Not m’ voice?”
“Some would say, yeah.” You shrug, fighting a smirk and Harry turns to his back, a hand on his tummy as he laughs lightly.
“Mental…” He shakes his head, before turning towards you again, face just a few inches from yours. “I didn’t put any on.”
Shaking your head in disapproval, you stand up, tapping on his head until he lifts it up, giving you enough space to sit down and then his head is on your lap as he looks up at you. “Gonna put some on for you and then you’re gonna remember to put some more on later, okay?”
Humming, he closes his eyes and allows you to dot the white cream all over his face. WIth delicate fingers, you spread the cream all over his cheeks, chin, forehead and nose, slathering some down his neck and chest. “It’s like a facial. Wonderful.”
You giggle and continue on until the substance is nothing but a sticky and clear layer on his face and you watch as he relaxes against you, mouth opening slightly as sleep takes over him again. He’s hugging his pillow almost like a teddy bear and you can help but slide the fingers of your free hand into his hair, his bandana falling off and giving you a free path to work on scratching his scalp lightly.
He looks peaceful resting against you and try as you might, you can’t help but lean down and steal a quick kiss from his parted lips - they feel warm from the sun and they taste like the fruity drink he was having before his nap. Just as you’re about to pull away, you feel the weight of his hand against the back of your neck, holding you down as his lips part and allow his tongue to find yours. It’s a slow, sensual and toe curling kiss, where your tongues dance together to allow the both of you the best taste of each other, with slow gentle licks and teeth nipping on his full bottom lip as your hand slides down his chest, nails scratching against his tummy.
“Should put some more later.” He mumbles when you pull away with a gasp.
“What?” You ask, frowning at him. “Suncream?”
“Hmmm… no.” Harry smiles, pulling you down again. “Kisses. On my mouth.”
Laughing against his lips, you allow him to kiss you, distracting you from the heat of the sun and focusing on the heat of his tongue, that makes butterflies swarm your tummy and erase any worries from your mind.