2. Morning
Contrary to popular belief, Harry liked to sleep in. During interviews, he'd say he's an early bird and it made him proud to say that. And, not to fully discredit himself, he did wake up early—when he had work. Other than that, his days off went a little bit like this morning.
He stirred awake in his King-sized bed, under the warm sheets as the sun gently stroke the skin of his face. He hummed and exhaled at the same time then rolled on his other side, his legs moved up as he curled his body a little bit. As he peeked one of his eyes open, he noticed he was no longer accompanied by his girlfriend.
Harry pursed his lips at the fact, feeling needy of morning cuddles. He stretched his arm out and ran his hand over the spot where she laid and he found himself completely zoned out, still in a sleepy state.
It was his first day off in a while and he was completely shattered. So much so that the minute he got home, he just fell in bed which he thought was fine since he took a quick shower before he left the set he spent his whole day on.
A busy schedule like his meant that he could barely find the time to breathe, nevermind sleep or spend time with the people he loved. Sure, he came home to his bed occupied by the girl he loved but pulling her already asleep, warm body to his at three in the morning was not the same as taking a bubble bath together around eight PM then changing into soft pyjamas and falling asleep with a book and his head on her chest. Most of the time, she played with his hair as he read for her, him loving the way it felt and her simply adoring the tone of his voice and the way he used it when reading, completely melting into the story line and giving her a different perspective of the book.
Some of Harry's favourite moments happened between the four walls of his bedroom, although he preferred to think of it as theirs. This was his longest relationship yet and he believed it would last. Then again, he never went into something like that with the mindset of only being with a person for a certain amount of time. He was a forever or never kinda man. Hence the reason why he thought of this room as theirs.
Which hasn't happened before.
Don't get him wrong—he was determined to make his past relationship last. But it wasn't on him when they ended. Sure, they came to a mutual agreement, but he felt as though he could have made them last a little longer. With this one, though...
He just knew.
He just knew where his heart lied, he just knew where her heart lied. There was nothing stronger than what they felt for each other, nothing as meaningful as the love they shared. Every day was better than the last, even when they couldn't physically see each other due to Harry's hectic job.
She loved that he kept busy. She was immensely proud of him. So much more than words could have ever explained. She thought it was insane just how proud she was because she has never felt that way before. Sure, she was proud of her family, of her friends and past lovers. But the way Harry made her feel, the way her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach and then jumped back up to beat two times faster than before or the way her eyes teared up and stopped her from speaking the words he loved to hear the most.
That was different.
Her love for him was different. Again, no word could have ever explained how she felt, how much she loved him. At some point, she thought she was obsessed with him and it made her feel weird. Then he came clean and told her that he felt exactly the same way.
They both cried that night. Happy tears, of course.
Perhaps that's when Harry knew she was his forever person. Silly, he thought, but something in his head clicked when they shared that moment. Somehow, he managed to fall a level deeper in love with her and he knew that only she would understand.
Call it crazy or stupid love, they did not care. They were madly in love and nothing could have made that change.
Not even Harry's habit of sleeping with socks on. He claimed it only happened when he was exhausted but she noticed him do it on a normal night. She thought it was cute, the way he found his soft, fluffy socks and put them on quickly so he could hide them under the covers at the same pace. She'd chuckle and sometimes would act like she didn't see it whilst other times she made it her life mission to take the mickey out of him for it.
Needless to say, it made him flush. His cheeks turned bright pink and he felt the tip of his ears burn. He had to hold them with his cold hands to cool them down and it made her laugh even more.
Harry was shy in general but when he was with her, that shyness intensified. To the point where he felt like an idiot for being so shy. She adored it, though. She thought he was the cutest ever and that annoyed him because who was she to call him cute? He was supposed to be manly!
That's why he missed her the most. They spent more time apart than they did together sometimes so cherishing moments like those were important to both of them. It built the excitement within both individuals for when they'd see each other again and that's what got Harry out of the bed so fast.
Even though it was quite sunny outside, the second he threw the quilt back on the bed and stood on his feet, he shuddered and all of the goosebumps in the world decided to jump onto his body.
He quickly made his way into the bathroom to do his business then he strolled downstairs. He was more excited to see his girl than anything else and he felt like he wasted a bunch of time by chilling in bed after he woke up.
As Harry got downstairs, he could smell the burn of whatever his girlfriend was trying to make and it made him chuckle. The closer he got, the better he could make out that she now moved onto making eggs, meaning that she tried pancakes first.
Quiet music was playing in the background, one of his unreleased ones, actually. He instantly knew it was 30,000 Miles because it was a song, he wrote randomly but the minute he met his girl and they had to spend some time apart, it became one about her.
He always thought it was lovely. How she adored his work? Yeah. It made him nervous because he wanted to be sure that it was one hundred percent him and that he liked it but also, the opinion that she'd have on it was something that made his mind run laps and laps and laps.
Harry grinned as he found it to be the perfect opportunity to catch her off guard, completely unaware of his presence. He admired her for a while, just watching her be on her phone—most likely what caused breakfast option number one to go up in flames—and dance around as he sang her favourite song. It made him smile as his shoulder leaned against the side of the door, his arms crossed.
Eventually, he tiptoed behind her, in just his black shirt with the massive 'TREAP PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS' motto on the front and his white socks and underwear. Just as his arms snuck around her waist, he felt her tense up and let out a tiny shriek, one that made him chuckle as he hid his scruffy face in the crook of her neck. He knew she loved the facial hair on him.
"Mhm, morning," he muttered with the biggest grin on his face, his eyes screwed shut as he hugged her body to his. He could smell the shower gel that he used but on her skin. Of course, he thought. She loved using it.
"Morning," she relaxed into his still warm body and turned her head to give his cheek a light kiss. She looked at his face a little while longer, simply admired how gorgeous her boyfriend was. Harry hummed as he pulled back a little bit and then turned her around. "You look happy."
The low chuckle erupted from his chest as he turned off the hob and pulled the scrambled eggs to the side. Then, he placed his attention back on his girlfriend. He could finally wrap his arms around her waist and pull her closer. Wanting nothing more than a proper good morning kiss, he went right for it.
She sighed into the gesture as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Only wearing his t-shirt, it was easy for him to run his hands along her curvy body and squeeze the soft flesh anywhere he could. He loved it. He promised her it was his favourite hobby and it made her laugh because he was being his silly, tipsy self at the time he told her.
"I have every reason to be happy, hm?" he nudged his nose against hers after the kiss ended, both of them breathless being the only reason that it did. Next, his lips followed the outline of hers. Just around, above, underneath, the corners. It made her giggle and he loved the sound. It's why he did it. To hear her being happy. "I love you," he whispered into her mouth before he kissed her properly. She hummed in response, lips pressed softly to each other.
Next thing she knew, he slapped her bum. Her mouth widened into an 'O' shape as she realised what had happened but he only smirked as he turned her back around and gave her another cuddle.
"So, what are we eating, then?" Harry asked.
"Well. I was going to make one of those easy pancakes, the ones where you just add milk to the powder then shake it up and it's ready to cook?" she explained it to him as he held her still. His chin found the perfect spot on her shoulder and she was comfortably leaning into him as he kept them up by supporting his own body on the furniture behind him. "But I think I added too much milk so it became too runny which I then put in the pan and realised the same time. So, it burned."
"Explains the smell," he laughed.
"Then I thought I'll just make us eggs. There's some sausage in the oven and I got the beans out but I couldn't find any tomatoes so we're probably out."
"Aw, you're being cute."
"Shut up," she pinched him which made him let out a quiet 'ouch', clearly not affected by the action. "Tea or coffee?"
"Tea, please."
"Are you going to let it go cold again?" she asked him, knowing him more than he liked it. She truly knew him and it frightened him sometimes because no one seemed to understand him quite so right before. That was also one of the reasons why he thought she was his forever person.
"I won't," he promised. But she noticed the cheekiness hidden in his voice so she knew he would.
Which is why he ended up with a coffee. He smirked when he smelt the beverage and wanted to kiss her more than anything. She proved once again that she knew him a little too well.
It was difficult for him to let go of her so she could finish their breakfast. At first, he was being annoying and wouldn't let her do any work. He kept kissing her neck, mumbling things against her skin that didn't make sense to anyone but him. That caused him to chuckle and his girlfriend to push him away as she kept laughing because his whispering tickled her. For obvious reasons, that made him not want to let go of her but take her into the living room and continue making her laugh. It was his favourite sound, one that he barely got to hear this week just gone.
Eventually, when she managed to pry his arms off of her body, she pushed him down onto the chair and made him stay there until she was ready to put the food on their plates. Goes without saying that he felt horrible because he loved doing things for her. But then she loved doing things for him. So, it was always a constant battle between who was taking care of who.
"Tell me about work," she asked with a smile. She quickly inhaled her breakfast, that was something that always shocked her boyfriend. She ate so fast and she didn't get a stomach ache, ever. Then again, she was always hungry.
"Well," he started in between two bites and it felt like he went on forever after that one word. She clung to each of them, giving an appropriate reaction to everything. She swore her eyes lit up every time he looked at her and gave her a smile.
Mornings with Harry were her favourite. Still very sleepy looking, soft. His voice was deep for hours after he had woken up but then she got used to it and it didn't hit her until the next morning. She adored the way his lips formed the words and how they shined whenever he licked them or sipped on his coffee. The slight grease from the sausages and eggs also made it glossy. They always looked pink and plump but as she sat there, she couldn't stop thinking about how gorgeous they looked and how much she wanted to kiss him.
With the stubble? Please. She wasn't going to be able to stop herself once they were out of the kitchen.
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