cold nights
pairings: raimi!Harry x f!reader
summary: Harry Osborn arrives home tired from work and you take care of him <3
warnings: none :) except extreme cuteness!
aprox time to read: 5-6 minutes
word count: 1191
character count: 6364
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2:20 a.m.
Osborn Manor is dark and quiet, whistling in the night breeze.
The Moon shines.
There is only one light on in Harry's room, the warm bedside lamp next to your nightstand. You left it on, patiently waiting for your loving man to come home from work while you read a book.
Oscorp was becoming a nightmare for Harry, and, considering Norman wasn't around to run the company, all of his father's inheritance and control of the business was now in his hands. Harry wasn't a bad boss, he had an entrepreneurial spirit, and he really was bringing big profits to Oscorp. The main problem were the workers. More than half of them were Norman's associates, and to his eyes, Harry was just a "useless kid" unable to do anything but fool around. This evidently showed in Harry's appearance. Both physical and psychological.
You especially noticed. And it hurt you to see him like this.
You just knew all he wanted was to prove them wrong, that he had potential, that he was capable. What hurt you the most was knowing that Norman made him believe the opposite his entire life, causing him a lousy self-esteem and a lack of self-confidence that affected all of his actions.
And there's where you come in. His only source of happiness and comfort. His only peace. For him, the only thing worth the day was coming home to be snuggled in your arms, and he would tell you this in the sweetest way possible.
No worries. No fears. No judgement.
You looked at the clock.
2:22 a.m.
"Our time", you think with a smile on your face. You and Harry always had a special connection to that angel number. It was your lucky number, you both saw it everywhere after you started dating. Omg, you were missing him so much today.
Suddenly, the door of the majestic room began to open slowly, as if trying to make as little noise as possible.
Harry. He was home at last.
He was surprised to see you welcoming him with hearty eyes as he walked through the door.
-Oh, hi!- he started. You could sense the tiredness in his voice -I thought you were asleep. It's so late, princess. You didn't have to.
Of course you had to. It's the least you could do for him. Specially when you feel so helpless trying to make him happier, he deserved this.
-How was it today, baby? A tough day, I imagine...- You asked, as you got up from the bed to help him change his clothes.
He just agreed to your question, nodding with his head. He was so tired his eyes were half closed. You took his hands and rubbed them with care, slowly, as his dark brown eyes met yours. You felt at home whenever you looked at his eyes, diving deeper into their golden gaze reflecting his soul. He looked at you the way you never imagined you could be looked at. With such passion and trust. With such intensity. With such endless love. You just knew this love was true, fun and innocent at the same time. Just like Harry.
He gave you a smile of his own, his dimples showing on the edges of his beautiful face, while soft wrinkles appeared on his sparkling, yet tired eyes. Even though he was completely exhausted, he managed to show you how happy you make him. He was definitely the most perfect person you'd ever seen.
You started to take off his suit for him. You always loved his outfits, specially the green ones. He looked so handsome in all of them, but Harry Osborn in green was just another level, you thought. You took off his blue-striped jacket as he started to unbutton his shirt, blindly. Then, you untied his purple tie delicately, looking at his sleepy face. You couldn't help but let out a giggle, he looked just like a little baby.
When he was done, you folded the clothes and put them in his wardrobe, as Harry slowly walked, finally getting into bed.
When you turned around to face him, all you could see was your boyfriend yawning in his pajamas on the right side of your bed, wrapped in the sheets. You took a moment to realize that he was your boyfriend. Also your best friend, but with that adrenaline rush that goes through your body every time he touches you, as if it's the first time he does.
He was perfect to your eyes. Even the little snores that he just let out were perfect.
After confirming that Harry was probably asleep, you decided to get into bed next to him. You had been waiting for it.
You faced him, quietly getting closer to his body. He was steadily breathing, in and out... In and out... You found his breathing quite relaxing, and somehow cute. You just couldn't explain, everything Harry does is cute, you can't handle it. You also noticed he was laying in a curious way. He was lying on his side, with his hand resting on his cheek, which caused his mouth to be slightly open as he snored. You literally confirmed he was a little baby. Your little baby.
You almost cried having that extremely adorable view. You loved watching Harry sleep, because for a moment, he didn't have a thing to worry about. His muscles were relaxed and he had this pure expression of total inner peace in his face. Like an angel. He rested, and you were glad he managed to sleep. He was able to do so because he had you by his side every night. Always making sure he was safe and loved, no matter what. That was the only thing he was certain of.
You started to wrap your arms around Harry. One around his waist, making circles around his skin, and the other caressing his curly hair. It fell on his face, and you moved your fingers through it, trying to relax him even more.
After a while of doing this, you felt his body moving closer to you. As if it was an instinct to have you next to him. He was so close you felt his hot breath on your neck. He was lying face up, his head now resting on the side of your collarbone, over your shoulder, and his hair tickling your face. You placed a soft, slow kiss on his forehead as you moved your hand to his chest. You noticed you could feel his heart beating as well as his breathing, both steady and relaxed.
-I love you, Harry. Sleep tight, my love.- You whispered, placing your lips on his forehead again, unsure if Harry had heard you. He already knew you loved him, anyway. You just wanted to verbalize it one more time.
With all this comfort Harry provided you, your eyes gave out, and you ended up peacefully asleep as well as your boy. Holding each other.
The Moon was shining bright above the both of you. Protecting you.
Cold nights in the streets of New York that were anything but cold around each other's arms.
You've always believed some things never change, and Harry was here to prove you that your love is one of them.
