"Fuck, you drive me insane."
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Harry’s in a loss for words.
Everyday, he’s in awe of how blessed he is. Of how lucky he is to have you, even you’re the one who repeatedly said that because of course, it was huge, that he could’ve gotten with anyone and still, here he is, lifting you up to the shared master’s bedroom since you fell asleep on one of the movies again.
He’s carrying you up right, your thighs gripped with both his hands, your face nuzzled on his chest and him looking closely at the steps so that the both of you wouldn’t fall.
Harry placed you on the bed gently, feeling overjoyed that he gets the privilege to wake up and sleep next to you every single day for what it’s worth, finding himself stroking your hair and crouching down to your figure.
“Fuck, you drive me insane.”
He’s shocked when a reply was given to him, not expecting it all when he saw your eyelids downstairs weren’t fluttering even if they’re closed, meaning that you already fell asleep.
“I barely touched you, H.”
He laughed, a nice smile fitting his face before going to his side, slipping under the covers and letting his arms envelope you, heart being full once he heard your reply to what he last said.
“I know. I love you though.”