I had just finished brushing my hair when Harry appeared in the doorway. My vision didn't stray from his body as he shrugged the coat from his shoulders to reveal his bare torso, a necessary layer to shield him from the chilling wind outside our flat. Harry's joggers slung low on his hips, kicking his converse from his bare feet.

"It's all locked up." He informed me with a knowing smile.

I had worried Harry into going to check that we had remembered to lock the car up before slipping into bed. It seemed a little silly, but the routine action of clicking the automatic lock on the key always seemed to slip my mind.

"Thanks for checking."

I received a flash of the adorable indents in Harry's rosy cheeks; the pink a consequence of the winter weather. His hair was slightly dishevelled, ringlets flopping over his forehead. My eyes wandered down the expanse of his chest and stomach, the smooth skin, paler in the colder months of the year.

I replaced my brush to its space on the side before turning back to Harry. Green eyes glittered in amusement as I watched his hand drift up to the wall, long fingers hovering over the light switch. My body hastily moved forward, attempting to reach him, but I was too late.

"No, no, no." I pleaded before the room was plunged into darkness.

I backed away, bumping into the dresser. I hated when he did this, he knew how I felt about the lack of light. Oh course I recognised Harry would never hurt me it was just a silly game, but it was the anticipation of waiting for him to pounce.

 "Haz?"

The room remained silent, the sound of my breathing beginning to increase. Even in the pitch black I could have sworn Harry would be able to seek me out by the thump of my heart barely being contained in my chest. I shifted slightly to the right, attempting to manoeuvre around the familiar space of our bedroom.

"Seriously Haz, you better not scare me." I weakly spoke.

Silence.

"I'll warn you now, you'll be keeping it in your pants for an undisclosed period of time if you frighten me like you did last night."

The threat seemed to go on deaf ears. My eyes darted round the pitch black, but it was no use, I couldn't see a thing. It was times like these I wished I kept a torch within reach.

"We won't be doing anything fun in this bed for a long time." I was beginning to get a touch desperate.

Seconds later a pair of arms snaked around my waist from behind. My body jumped as I let out a shriek. Harry's front pressed firmly to my back, a chill shivered through my entirety as his cool lips pressed to my neck.

"How about on the floor?"

I lightly elbowed him in the ribs, causing him to laugh.

"Alright, alright."

My bedside light was flicked on, Harry's grin displaying just how amused he was.

"That was not funny, Styles." I grumbled.

I walked towards him, his fingers wriggling under my top, palms pressing to my lower back. A squeal escaped my mouth as I jumped back.

"Ah, bloody hell, your hands are cold." I complained.

"Come and warm me up then." Harry winked.

Seconds later he turned, making the short sprint to the bed before animatedly diving on top of the duvet. I loved how he could always make me laugh, his playful side not straying too far before making a welcomed appearance.

***

"H-Harry." I complained.

He had used his strength and rolled me rather reluctantly onto my side, using me as a source of warmth to cuddle into as his legs curled up under mine. I found the position a little awkward to read, having to nudge my glasses further up my nose and reposition my book to rest on the pillow. Once Harry had settled I focused back on the pages. But the peace didn't last long, only being able to absorb a few more captivating lines.

"Ted, turn the light out." Harry mumbled into my hair.

"No, I'm reading Harry."

He let out a whine, making it obvious to his aggravation.

"Teddy." He huffed.

I rolled onto my back, Harry's arm remained around my waist, bringing one of his legs over mine. He reminded me of a kitten, nuzzling his face into my neck as he groaned.

"Five more minutes."

***

As promised, around five minutes later I removed my glasses, placing my marker between the pages and returning the objects to my bedside. Harry had complained a little more whilst I desperately attempted to read more of my fantasy novel, but it didn't take long for him to quiet down, tired from the activities of the day.

"Harry?"

His arm tightened round my waist as he mumbled something into my neck. Soft curlstickled at my skin, his warm breath puffing out. I knew he was awake, squeezing me closer to him.

"Haven't you turned the light out yet?" His words muffled.

I ignored his question.

"Harry, I want to be big spoon." I spoke, struggling to roll in his hold.

"What?" He sleepily questioned.

His strength held me in place as I attempted to move. But as small sounds of annoyance escaped his mouth, I had a feeling Harry would be willing to comply with anything I asked, just so long as I stopped the disruptive movement preventing him from slipping into unconsciousness.

"I want to have a go, roll over."

Despite his groaning, Harry soon readjusted, allowing me to move in behind him. Mybare legs brushed the grey joggers covering Harry's, curling them up under his. It was a little strange being the outside of our cuddle; normally I was the one being protectively engulfed. I quite liked the feeling of holding someone though, wanting to keep Harry safe.

"I feel emasculated." He muttered.

The tone travelled through his body and into my chest as I closed the small spacebetween us.

"Why?" I laughed.

"Because the bloke should be big spoon...it's a male thing."

I pondered over it for a short time, my mouth opening to inform him that was a silly stereotype. But I soon became distracted, uncomfortably moving. Harry turned his head behind him slightly to investigate what was happening. A pained moan sounded as I accidently elbowed him in the back. I apologised profusely, leaving a kiss to his shoulder. 

"Where do you put your other arm?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

I could tell he had the little crease between his eyebrows with his question, the confusionclear in his tone. Harry always looked adorable when he failed to understand something, whether it be words from my mouth or a domestic task. His full lips would become pouted in concentration, eyebrows knitting together.

"Well, I know this one goes here." I spoke whilst placing my arm over his bare waist. My fingers lightly stoked the area above his joggers. "But what do you do with the other one? It's just kind of in the way."

There were a few seconds of silence. My arm gently tightened around his waist, attempting to squeeze a reply out of him. His skin was smooth and now warm against my uncovered expanses, like my own personal hot water bottle. I would always find myself tanged with his limbs when we woke in the morning. My body gravitating to that comforting, glowing warmth.

"Ugh, I can't remember, let me check." He shuffled in my hold. "Ted, turn over."

With a fair amount of wriggling we were back to our previous position; the duvet still engulfing us. Harry's legs curled up under mine, arm draped over my waist. When he continued to move I laughed.

"What's wrong?" I giggled.

"You've made me doubt myself now, I have no idea where this arm goes." He grumbled.

I laughed, entwining our fingers, lips leaving a small kiss to his knuckles.

"How do you want to do this then?" I asked, referring to our sleeping arrangements, now that our previous one had become impossible.

"We could sleep facing each other?" Harry suggested.

"No, all I hear all night is you snoring."

There was a pause, I put it down to Harry's tiredness. It took a couple of seconds for the information to sink in.

"I do not snore." He defensively replied.

"Yes, you do. I'm tempted to buy that app that lets you record yourself when you sleep." I joked.

"Well, if that happens then it will pick up your sleep talking too."

"I don't sleep talk." I spoke, slightly confused.

My parents had told me I chattered in my sleep at a young age, but I felt sure I had grown out of it. Just like my sister had outgrown the routine of walking up and down the landing in her slumbering state.

"I had a whole conversation with you the other night about feeding the cat. Ted, we don't even have a cat."

We laid in silence for a short time, my back still against his chest. Why on earth would I talk about a cat? We had enough trouble with the neighbour's black and white feline which continually attempted to infiltrate our flat through the kitchen window. I blamed Harry and his weird cat vibe that seemed to attract all the fluffy creatures down our road. I returned to reality upon feeling his chest rumble slightly with laughter.

"You dribble." I muttered, a weak attempt at a come-back.

My hip was grasped, Harry effortlessly turning me over to my back. My waves fanned out around me as his eyes bore into me. A few stray chocolate curls flopped over his forehead. The small lamp I had used to aid in my reading caught the softness of Harry's cute ringlets.

"I got woken up by you kicking me in the shin the other night."

"That's only because you get a bit handsie in your sleep." I replied. "Apparently you're no gentlemen when the lights go out."

I couldn't help but notice the slight quirk to his full lips, the sparkling green of his eyes taking a sneaky glance down to my chest. I batted his hand away as a long index hooked into the neck of my top.

"Ugh, boys."

He laughed, nuzzling into the crook of my neck for a second. Lips peppered light kisses to my skin, the tip of his nose tracing my jaw.

"You steal all the covers." Harry whispered.

"Well, I have to get in there first before you do." I giggled.

His raspy laugh echoed round the dimly lit room, flopping back to the mattress. We lay side by side, arms touching as Harry played with my fingers under the duvet.

"How come you sleep that side of the bed, we never decided on left or right, did we?"

Harry's head rolled to the side, facing me. Big green eyes shone, absorbing my questioning expression.

"Firstly, men always sleep closer to the door. And secondly, Teddy, the whole mattressis your side of the bed."

My lips pouted slightly, not understanding what Harry was implying. I watched the small tug of his mouth.

"It makes no difference if I slept this side or that side." He gestured with his hand. "When you're asleep you get all up on me anyway, regardless of prearranged left or right."

"I thought you liked cuddling with me." I spoke, failing to keep the hint of hurt bubbling through.

"Of course I do." He grinned. "You're like a Kola bear some nights." I could tell he was pondering over our discussion, staring up at the ceiling before rolling his head back to me. "Like when we watched that scary film with everyone round Niall's, you insisted that you were fine and yet you wouldn't go into the kitchen on your own and get a drink. You made me hold your hand the entire evening, then clung to me the whole night when we went to bed."

I blushed slightly at the memory. I admit, I may have been a little clingy, but it was only because of that stupid film. Regardless of what Harry said, I knew the only reason the boys had selected a horror was because of the whole stigma attached to the specific genre. Females would look to males for comfort and protection, which had worked perfectly for Niall as he was trying to impress his future girlfriend, Michelle. They had ended up cuddled in each other on the sofa as they whispered and quietly laughed. I on the other hand, practically cut off Harry's blood supply with my grip, ending up in his lap at one point in the film and attempting to hide in his hoody. It wasn't one of my proudest moments.

When I turned my vision back to Harry he was grinning at me, dimples and all.

"What?" I shyly spoke.

"Nothing."

His smile erupted butterflies in my stomach. I found it astonishing that Harry could still have the same effect on me. All he had to do was display those adorable dimples and I would instantly melt.

"What else do I say in my sleep?" I tried to change the subject.

"Oh baby, we have had many enlightening conversations." Harry teased.

"Like what?"

Now I was in no mood to sleep, the tone of his voice worried me about what had escaped my lips in my unconscious state. I leaned up slightly, hovering over Harry as he laughed, apparently indulging in some kind of private joke.

"Don't worry, you benefitted greatly from it." He smirked.

 My eyes began to widen, hiding my face with my hands and falling back to the mattress.

"Oh my god."

"You figured it out yet?" Harry chuckled.

"L-Last week, when I told you it was the best..orgasm I'd ever had.."

He had said afterwards that he'd had a little help. I'd been embarrassed at the thought of Harry discussing our private bedroom activities with his friends. But it wasn't his friends' advice he had acquired.

"That was a result of one of our more interesting early hours of the morning conversations." Harry playfully spoke. "You were very willing to give me tips."

My cheeks glowed impossibly pink. I dreaded to think how the conversation had spanned out. My hands were taken in Harry's as he removed them from my face. I batted him away in annoyance.

"You can't do that! That's taking advantage."

"Yeah, but I didn't hear you complaining when I made you come twice with just my mouth."

There was no doubt Harry knew my body well. He was very observant to the little things that brought me pleasure and I with him. With his already expansive knowledge of my sensitive sweet spots, the new information he had coaxed from me had created a deadly combination. I had never been stimulated like that before, almost to the point of losing consciousness. Harry had had to decrease the pace a number of times, the seductive skills of his tongue and full lips proving too much. He'd drawn it out for longer than we normally would have; bringing me to my peak on multiple occasions, but delaying the ending I was desperately working towards.

"You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" He widely smiled.

It was the same grin he had worn whilst watching me fall apart under his careful, deliberate touches. Unbeknown to me at the time that I had been the one to inform him on exactly what to do at the right moments.

"Harry!" I slapped his arm.

"We could have another little demonstration now if you want."

My eyes widened as he began to sink lower in the covers, descending into the warmth of the bed. Seconds later his curls had disappeared, all that could be heard was his laughing. I shrieked as a large hand enclosed around my ankle.

"No!" I cried, struggling as he held my legs.

I followed Harry, his raspy chuckle sounding under the duvet as I fought. His fingers hooked into my shorts in the darkness, but I managed to distract him, missing my intended target a few times before landing a heavy kiss to his lips. My forehead pressed to his, sharing each other's warm breath.

"You keep that tongue in your mouth." I spoke in a hushed tone.

I wriggled, laughing as a sloppy stripe was licked up my cheek. My hand rose, the back wiping away Harry's teasing.

"That's gross." I complained.

"You love it really." Harry cheekily replied.

I could sense him closing in on me again, but I acted quickly, pushing him down to straddle his waist before struggling to pin his wrists to the mattress. We were still encased in darkness, our playful wresting concealed by the duvet. My head lowered, lips blindly trailing over his face, lightly brushing his lashes as I kissed the corner of his right eye. I nudged his head to the side to find his ear, curls teasing my skin.

"Surrender." I instructed Harry.

"Only if I get a kiss."

His voice had deepened, the normally raspy sound was lower. I knew exactly what he was doing. Goose bumps were rising on my skin despite the fact it was a comfortable temperature under the covers. I found his full lips adorably pouted as he waited to carry out our compromise. I smiled to myself. The kiss was needy and passionate, almost as if we were being reunited after an unwilling time apart. The feel of Harry's lips was so familiar, the softness and warmth something I craved. He felt like home.

I giggled as he tugged on my bottom lip, lightly moaning. His rough whisper was all I could hear, the duvet allowing us to covertly tease.

"I surrender."

His words weakened my body, releasing the hold he could have so easily broken as I let go of his wrists. My body rested on top of his without a word of complaint from Harry. I peppered affection to his right shoulder, muscles contorting beneath my sprinkling kisses. All the while my fingers caressed his cheek before travelling to comb through his hair.

I shifted to the side as Harry's breathing began to even out, recovering from our heated session. The covers were still over our heads as he rolled to face me. I smiled at how close Harry had become, our noses brushing, legs becoming entwined. Long fingers traced the curve of my side in the dark.

"This is nice under here." I softly commented.

An arm snaked around my back, securing my body to Harry's.

"We'll run out of oxygen...and die."

"You had to ruin it." I laughed.