Her breaths are deep and slow, letting Harry know that she is, in fact, still asleep.
When he’d gotten up this morning for an early morning recording session she’d halfheartedly (and half-unconsciously) promised him she’d be up by the time he got back. Granted, when he’d left the sun wasn’t even up, and now it’s still quite early. He hadn’t really expected her to keep her promise.
He drops his bag and steps quietly into the room. His bag makes a bit of a clunking noise but she doesn’t stir. Harry toes off his boots and smiles at the little lump of covers that is his girlfriend. He likes the nights when she stays with him because he likes having her in his bed. Likes seeing her sprawled out on his mattress, clinging to his pillows in his absence and tangled in his expensive sheets like the little cover-hog she is. He likes having her to come home to, and he definitely likes being there to wake her up in the morning.
He makes his way over to her side of the bed, although she’s lying more in the center of the bed than on her side. He smiles down at her. Her lips are parted and dry, and Harry thinks he even sees a bit of drool. (Though he’ll never tell her because she’ll die or embarrassment) Her eyebrows are furrowed slightly and the softest, tiniest snores escape from her mouth. She’s a vision, he thinks. And while he doesn’t want to wake her and disturb her slumber, he does feel the strong urge to kiss her. So he does.
He leans forward to press his lips against her forehead and allows himself to linger there for just a bit. She smells so deliciously like her, and he cannot wait for his sheets to smell like this for the next couple of nights. He pulls his lips away softly, and she stirs. A hand comes up from under the covers to rub at her nose and she shifts positions a little, but she doesn’t open her eyes. Instead, the crease between her eyebrows only deepens in a pout. She’s awake now alright.
Harry lets out a soft, breathy chuckle and reaches down to smooth her hair. “G'morning, love.”
She only lets out a grunt in response, turning to somewhat hide her face in the pillow. Harry nearly rolls his eyes at this but the smile tugging at his cheeks softens him. He knows she hates mornings more than anything in the world. “Heyyyy,” he says quietly. “Not gonna talk t'me?”
“Either get in here and cuddle me or go away,” she says, half into the pillow. And this time Harry does laugh.
But he is not one to refuse a cuddle, especially not from her. So he stands, removing his coat and beginning to undress himself. “Grumpy little thing you are.”
She doesn’t respond, she only wiggles a bit to make more room for him. As if his bed couldn’t fit the two of them plus three other people if they wanted to. (Which they don’t. She is the only other person Harry wants in his bed.)
When he’s down to his t-shirt and boxers he pads over to his side and raises the covers. It’s cold in here, he thinks. Colder than he usually makes it. But he knows she likes it cold and it gives him the perfect chance to cuddle her so really, he can’t complain.
He slides between the sheets and she turns to cuddle into his side and press a sleepy kiss into his neck without opening her eyes. He pulls the covers up around her neck and gives her a soft squeeze.
And god, is he tired. He hadn’t realized it until now, feeling her warmth and how good his bed felt. Perhaps a few more hours would do him some good.
“Did you have a nice time at the studio?” Her voice is so sleepy and soft, and half muffled by her lips against his neck, so he barely hears her.
He scratches his fingers affectionately against her back and allows himself to close his eyes. “Mm. Was nice. Got a lot done.”
She tangles her feet with his and lets out a sleepy sigh. “That’s nice.“ Her voice is far away, and he knows she’s falling asleep just as quickly as she (sort of) woke up. So he smiles.
"Reckon we can sleep a bit more, hm? You’re nice and warm. And cuddly. I like it.” She doesn’t respond, and he peeks open an eye to find her fast asleep, once again, on his chest. He smiles to himself. “I love you so much.” He kisses the top of her head, before sighing and relaxing once more.
A few more hours of sleep with her asleep on his chest…. that’s exactly what he needs.