A/N: this is shorter than usual and contains lots of fluff! hope you enjoy!
word counting: 933
Among all things Y/N and Harry had in common, both of them shared a rather busy life, which could get in the way of their relationship sometimes.
This week, particularly, was literally hell for Y/N. The company she works for had just started a new project, leading her boss to request all employees to stay after working-hours to get it done with quicker. So to say she was tired didn’t even begin to describe the feeling of exhaustion she felt throughout her whole body. Her sleeping schedule got messed up and her body literally ached to rest.
So when her feverish and stressful week finally came to an end, sleeping was all Y/N could think about. And due to the very busy week she just had, resting was the only thing she could think of with the little energy she had left.
As soon as she got home, she took off her shoes and carelessly tossed them to the side and sped up to the stairs. Going to bed was literally the only thing she had in mind.
“Love?”, she heard Harry softly call out to her. She hadn’t even acknowledged his presence yet.
Going back a few steps, just enough to see him sitting on the couch, she let out a huge smile.
“Hi, H”, she greeted, heading to his direction and lazily placing a kiss to his lips.
Harry could see how tired she was — and he really couldn’t tell if he was being selfish or not —, but he missed her. Unfortunately, being home wasn’t something as regular as he’d like it to be, so whenever he was, Harry always cherished every second spent next to her.
“How was your day, angel?”, Harry asked, running his hands up and down her arms in attempts to bring her some comfort. After all, he knew how much this week had taken a toll on her. Y/N contently sighed at the warmth his hands were radiating on her skin and closed her eyes at the feeling of him. She can’t remember the last time she’d felt this relaxed — even with such a simple gesture.
“Just like any other day of this week, honestly. I’m tired, Haz. Think I’m gonna head out to bed now”, she let out a yawn and leaned down to press one last kiss to his temples.
“Don’t go to bed yet, love. I think it’s too early, no?”, Harry said with a small smile tugging at the end of his lips. He slowly reached out for her and held a tight — yet very comforting — grip on her, pulling her down to lay on top of him.
“But I’m tired, Harry. You know how shitty this week was for me”, she said pouting and letting a frown plaster upon her face.
“I know, love. But I miss you. Haven’t been able to be with you like this in almost a whole week. It was killin’ me”.
When she looked up at him, Harry was already looking down at her with the sweetest smile she’s ever seen. He looked at her with such tenderness she couldn’t say ‘no’ at his plead. And even though she spent the whole week wondering when she’d be able to sleep a good and full 10 hours, she missed him too. And now that she’s here, limply laying on top of him, she can’t complain about not sleeping right now. Harry has always brought her such comfort that not even the comfiest and fluffiest bed could level up to him.
“Yeah… okay”, she gave in. A genuine smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around his torso. As soon as Harry placed one of his arms around her waist and the other on her upper back, so he could play with her hair, she sighed in content again, bringing one of her own to play with his hair as well.
Y/N has never felt this tired and happy at the same time and she wondered how that was even possible. Usually, whenever she’s tired — or any other person, for that matter — it’s a bad mood that accompanies the exhaustion. But Harry — well, he’s Harry. He manages to bring such strange, yet beautiful emotions to the surface of her heart. Harry brings out the best of her as well. He’s always so gentle, so kind, so loving towards her that she often finds herself wondering how other people manage to go through a lifetime without the tenderness and companionship of somebody like him. He causes her the best indescribable feelings she’s ever felt and she is absolutely smitten with him. He’s the cause to all of what she’s feeling right at this moment, as well. He makes her feel such things that not even Y/N herself can explain. They’re just so beautiful that no words can level up to it — they go way beyond it.
Adjusting her on top of him, so he could be comfortable as well, he breathed in her scent, letting the wondrous feeling of her fill him in every pore on his skin and every entry way to the inside of his body. Being drowned in her was probably his favorite thing to do. The closeness and intimacy meant everything to him.
And although his previous plans didn’t involve sleeping just yet, the proximity and tranquility she brought him were enough to make him comply with that. After all, she was more than just tired and he had her right where he needed her to be.
“Goodnight, my love”, Harry softly whispered in her ear.
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