imagine you come home from work one night and you find harry laying on his stomach in the living room and he’s flat on the floor and you giggle a bit because you can tell he’s asleep and he didn’t mean to fall asleep on the floor he just sat down to maybe pick some lint off his sock and thought he’d lay down for just a second because the carpet looked really soft but then he fell asleep and hasn’t moved since because he’s always tired from working so much so you take off your coat and tiptoe across the carpet and lay down next to him and let your fingers trail up his back and you can feel the heat radiating through his shirt and you look at his lips puffed out as he sleeps and his eyelashes are resting on the tops of his cheeks and he looks so innocent and young when he’s asleep cause his guard is down and he doesn’t have to worry about what everyone will think and suddenly his breathing changes and his eyes drift open and you see the green irises before the corners of his eyes crinkle as he grins because he realizes he fell asleep on the floor and that you caught him and he mumbles a quiet hello and his voice is deep and gravelly and you just smile at him because he’s so goofy and endearing and you’re more than happy to lay in the middle of the living room with him because as long as you’re with him you’re happy