Feels like home
A silly little something, just pure unadulterated fluff. Enjoy! xx
tummy?” You whine, hands gripping at the grey t-shirt to pull it tighter
against Harry’s torso. It’s flat and you can see his abs through the thin
fabric and it makes you huff. You grip his sides, hands running up and down his
ribs before you try to pinch his love handles, but there’s nothing there for
you to grab. “Harry!” You exclaim, offended. How dare he…?
“What?” It’s prolonged and there’s a laugh under it and you stomp your foot like a stubborn child, fussing with his shirt until you manage to pull it up and off of him.
“Where are my love handles? My tummy?” You demand, upset. He looks good - arms bigger, shoulders wider, chest puffing out and stomach hard and ripped, thighs stronger as well as his calf … But there’s no cute tummy or squishy love handles for you to poke and prod and cuddle against.
“Your love handles?” He quirks and eyebrow at you, a smirk on his face. “I’m the one who has to deal with them falling off m'pants, love.”
“But-” you start and he cuts you off, pressing his ringed fingers and bandaged palm to your face and pulling you until he’s brushing his lips against yours.
“And what happened to your hand?!” You breath out weakly, his proximity messing with your thoughts so you pull away, examining his hands in yours with a more attentive look. It seems he’s cut it some when you lift the bandage and it instantly makes you wince. “Harry-“
“It’s nothing, love. Just a few scratches from the stunts, nothing t’worry about.” He tells you, pulling his hand away and you’re looking up at him, massive pout on your lips.
“I don’t like it when
you’re hurt, I’ve told you so many times not t-“ You’re ranting, upset to see
the angry red covering his hands, hands that you love so much, but he’s rolling
his eyes, pulling you in until he’s brushing the tip of his nose against yours.
“Enough ‘bout this. Let me say hello to yeh proper, yeah?!” He mumbles, half lidded green eyes looking at you with want and you shudder when you feel the roughness and cold of his rings touch the side of your neck. “Missed yeh loads, pet.”
“Missed you too.” You confess, arms wrapping around his now naked torso and pulling him in for a kiss.
His arms are stronger around you, tighter against your middle than the last time you saw him, his neck thicker under your fingers and shoulders stronger under your touch. He’s pulling you closer and up, off of the ground, until you’re perched on his chest, a head taller than him and having to lean down to kiss him. Your hands mess with his short hair, pulling on the longer parts of it as he strains his neck to kiss you deeper, his tongue greedy in your mouth, searching for the taste he’s been missing.
He’s lying you down on
the bed, sneaking between your parted legs until his hips are pressed to yours
and a giggle escape your lips when he nuzzles on your neck, the tickling of his
breath making you squirm underneath him. The bandage on his hand still upsets
you but the feeling of being reunited with him, after months of being apart and
missing his warmth, the smell of him and the way his body fits against yours,
his pressing kisses and his roaming hands, is enough to set you at ease. He’s
here and he’s kissing you and his solid presence along with his voice and the
low hums of pleasure that leave his lips make your heart flutter. It’s feels so
good and it feels like home.
“Hmm, glad you’re here, love.” He mumbles, eyes closed in ecstasy as you pepper kisses on his neck, a hand running up and down his back while the other pulls on the longer parts of his hair, pulling his head to the side so you have free reign of his neck to kiss it as you please.
He hums in appreciation, straining his neck further and leaning in closer to you and you bite playfully on his pulse point, Harry’s breath faltering and a louder moan bubbling up from his chest and it makes you smile. Doesn’t matter how much you do it, love bites always make him weak.
When he’s kissed you breathless and touched every corner of your body he possibly could while your clothes remained on, he has you pined down to the bed, arms wrapped securely around your middle and face hiding in your neck, legs tangled in a way you have no idea where you end and he begins.
“Stay forever, would yeh?!” He asks, the tip of his nose running back and forth against yours before he presses quick and sweet kisses to your lips.
“I will.” You mumble, catching him in a
deeper kiss. It’s his tongue licking into your mouth with unyielding want,
searching the synchrony you’re both so used to and you fall into it quite
quickly, your rhythm perfectly aligned and hands touching just the right
You fall into slumber quickly after that, jetlag pulling you under before you could deny it. When you wake up again, it’s the middle of the night and Harry’s untangled himself from you and now lies on his corner of the bed, head tipped back and mouth open around soft breaths and low snores. His chest is naked as well as the rest of his body and his clothes are bunched up by the end of the bed. He has the duvet draped lazily across his hips, tattooed chest on full display for you to gaze at and it makes you sigh.
You missed him so much when he was away. The glint in his green eyes when he was cackling about something silly he saw on his twitter feed, the way he’d be noisy and leave his clothes around the house to make it more cozy and lived in for you to come home to, the way he’d cuddle you at night and make love to you in the morning, even if it made both of you late to start your days. You missed him.
You’re straddling his waist before you can stop yourself, pressing lazy kisses to all your favorite ink and his eyes flutter open, puffy and sleepy, voice rough from sleep as he greets you with a lazy smile.
“What yeh up to, kitten?” He rasps, hands wrapping around you and keeping your chest pressed tightly to his.
“I’m not done with you, yet.” You tell him, pressing a sloppy but tender kiss to his full lips. “You escaped me during the night and I want a cuddle.” You’re sleepy and whiny, but it doesn’t matter because he’s solid under you and your head rests over his heart, where you can hear the slow but steady rhythm under your ear. It makes you sigh in happiness and kiss his skin.
“Thought I was too ripped t’cuddle.” He tells you, words mumbling together from tiredness but there’s still a hint of a joke and it makes you roll his eyes.
“You’re delirious, I think I just heard you say “ripped”…” You giggle and he pinches your bum before pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Enough o’ that.” He shushes you, securing both arms around and stealing a kiss from your lips, making you squeal in surprise. “I’ll love on yeh in the morning, yeah?!”
It’s an offer you can’t refuse and he’s so cozy and familiar, it’s lulling you right back to sleep.
“Only if you promise to do it the whole morning.” You mumble, sighing deeply and relaxing on his embrace.
“Anything yeh want…”