Straight Up Fluff | Harry / Wroetoshaw
Summary: I have a headache and wanted some Harry fluff, so here you go.
You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling softly when he yawned, pushing his face further into your thighs. His arm was wrapped tightly around his eyes, trying to keep out the dim light from the window in an attempt to calm down the thumping in his head. Spending all day staring at his computer had given him a terrible headache and now he was just waiting for the paracetamol to kick in.
He felt awful, both because of the feeling of a drill cracking open his skull and because instead of you going out with everyone you were stuck in his room trying to make him feel better. It was almost 3am and neither of you had gotten much sleep the night before because you were giggling away in his bed coming up with terrible video ideas and watching Netflix. “Are you feeling any better?” You asked, trying your best to be as quiet as possible. He shook his head, turning so his face was now smushed against your legs, his arms snaking around your waist. You frowned biting your lips, trying to think of something that would keep his mind away from the pain. Suddenly you had an idea, you pushed Harry away from you, giving him a large pillow to hold onto instead while you left to go to the bathroom.