Inspired by this picture and also because Harry is very quickly becoming the cause of my demise: https://two-swallows-above-a-butterfly.tumblr.com/post/158917007871
Also, because some people requested some fluffy romance, so I give you fluffy romance!
You hadn’t meant to stare. It wasn’t as if you were some kind of creepy person who woke up intentionally before your boyfriend just to lay there and look at him. But when the sun had started to peek through the bedroom window that morning and the sudden intrusiveness of light had woken you from the dreamy slumber you were in, you had opened your eyes, blinked a few times, and came face-to-face (or rather, face-to-cheek) with a sleeping Harry next to you.
You couldn’t help but smile, really. You had fallen asleep the night before wrapped up in his arms but, as per usual, had drifted away from him in the middle of the night. You were now on your side and he was on his back, one arm still strung across your pillow as if trying to maintain some sort of contact with your body. His eyes were closed and you could see the subtle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. Your face was only inches from his own and you had one of your legs slung over top of his, nonchalantly.
As mentioned, you hadn’t meant to stare. It was just something about the way the light caught his face, causing a glow to resonate on his cheeks and the way you could count every single eyelash that you were always so jealous of. His lips were in a slight pout as he slept on and his nose twitched every so often as he breathed.
You really couldn’t help but smile. You loved your boy more than anything in the world when he was awake, but you also loved him when he was asleep. It was the one time that you were certain he was at complete peace. With the pressure and anticipation of everything currently going on with his album and movie, you knew his mind was racing most of the time. At the moment, he looked peaceful and relaxed.
You inhaled and exhaled slowly, nudging your body just that tiny bit closer to his, careful not to jostle him too much. You reached up to move one strand of hair away from his eyes. He twitched a bit, but didn’t stir.
Normally, you wouldn’t bug him like this when he was sleeping, but you couldn’t help but brush the tips of your fingers over his cheek, lovingly touching each and every beauty mark and imperfection that you knew by heart.
Harry stirred a bit more this time, but didn’t open his eyes. You were starting to wonder if he was awake, but boldly continued your journey across his face with your fingers, before leaning over to attach your lips ever-so-gently to his cheek.