Here you go, first one of the year! Hope you guys enjoy it, let me know what you think xx
There’s a quietness in the room that’s disturbing after all
the noise and movement from the night before - you and Harry had come back from
Cheshire after spending two weeks with his family for the holidays.
There was chatter and noise all around during those festive days and even though you had skipped a trip to the pub with his hometown friends, allowing him some time for himself and his pals, you had spent the best part of the night in a fierce game of Scrabble with Gemma and Anne, while Robin observed the three of you screaming your heads off about points and game rules you knew nothing about.
Now, back in London post an agitated New Year’s Eve night and after spending the night in your own bed, in the silence of yours and Harry’s place, you realize how much you’ve missed the silence and the calm of your home. Not that you didn’t have fun, you had plenty of that, but being able to snuggle into your boyfriend’s body and not worry about his mother barging in on the two of you is, in fact, a relief.
Your skin is sensitive from the cold and sleep is slipping away, the slightest brush of the covers is enough to make you stir, so, when Harry’s hands brush against your back and your bottom, to fit one of his legs between yours, that’s enough to bring you to consciousness.
“Harr- let me sleep!” You mumble, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and locking your leg around his hip, cuddling in as close as you can manage in your sleep induced stupor.
“Jus’ want a morning cuddle, ’s that so bad?” He croaks, voice rough and scratchy from sleep, his warm hand pressing to your lower back to bring you closer, if that was even possible.
“It is when you didn’t let me sleep with all your snoring…” You gripe, arm lifting up to wrap around his neck, your fingers burying into his soft hair.
“Oi! ‘S not nice!” He prostests, fingers digging into your skin to pull you closer.
It’s early and the room is chilly, the light from the morning slipping through the cracks of your bedroom window, letting you know there’s a new day. You and Harry are both on your sides, clinging to each other as if your life depends on it and you sigh contently – you’re both home at last and you’re ready to spend the next few days between the sheets, but for now, you just want to get back to sleep.
Even though your body is asking for it, it seems your brain is not ready to go back to resting just yet. It’s been minutes of silence and just feeling each other close, but you’ve become painfully aware of the smell of Harry’s skin, the soap and sweat mixed with his perfume enough to make you burrow closer and inhale deeply against his neck.
“What’s that, love?” He asks and you can hear the smile on his voice when you kiss the spot right under his ear.
“You smell good…” Sighing, you squeeze him,
nails digging into his scalp when you try and pull yourself closer to him in a
painfully tight embrace. Your hips roll forward, your core rubbing softly
against his thigh that’s tucked tight against your center. Your breath gets
caught in your throat at the sensation. You know it’s ridiculous to feel so
much from such a small rub, but it’s been so long… just over two weeks, actually,
since the both of you had ben intimate.