It felt a little wrong to answer these today but I have too many. So thank you for requesting it was very rushed but, I hope you enjoy.
148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” *unrevised*
He’s certain when he walks in his living room and spots you underneath one of his fluffy blankets with the TV remote in your hands, that tonight was going to yet again another movie night. Since you’d been in town, it seemed any night he was available to stay home with you, you had popcorn and an array of movies ready to be watched and he didn’t mind it, quiet nights in with you were a nice and relaxing contrast to his typical hectic schedule, but it sort of becomes old when each night, he was left watching the last hour of a movie you promised you’d stay up for before carrying you off to bed.
“Oh no,” he tuts, trudging in past the entryway, “We aren’t doin’ this again.”
You bounce on the cushion when he plops down beside you, frowning in confusion, “What? I thought this was our thing now.” He shakes his head, quickly snatching the remote from you. “Hey! That’s not nice!”
“You know what else isn’t nice? Breaking your promise.”
“I promise I’ll stay awake tonight.” He mimics, in an obnoxiously high pitched tone, “M’not falling for it tonight.”
“No Harry please!” you beg, fumbling to escape the thick blanket so you’re sat closer to him, “It was because I was jet lag. This time I swear I’ll stay awake.” You extend your pinky with a hopeful smile, wiggling it persuasively when he looks down at it, “I pinky promise.”
He puckers his lips in thought, weighing the definite chance of you breaking his promise and the highly unlikely chance that you do. “C’mon please,” you say and it’s those big wide eyes that he’d never been strong enough to say no to that makes him lock his pinky with yours.
“If you break your promise tonight, I’m kicking you out.”
You scoff, wrapping the blanket back over your shoulders, “You wouldn’t.”
“Fall asleep and find out.”
You roll your eyes, throwing a couple pieces of popcorn at him before settling back in your spot, “Yeah yeah, just pick a movie, then.” There weren’t many that were left to watch, he’d seen most of them and you weren’t far behind so it took a while for the two of you to come to an agreement, (“Y/N we are not watching Happy Feet again.” “But Harry, it’s so inspirational- okay okay fine, just sit back down….dickhead.”) but once you did, he shut the lights off and you both got comfortable under the covers.
And you were determined to stay awake.
And you were surprised when you made it through the first movie, and confident that tonight you wouldn’t break your promise.
But around 12AM, your eyes began to get heavy. So, you shuffled around a bit, even got up to pop more popcorn hoping it would help you wake up a bit. But when you sat back down, the sleepiness just continued to crash on you until finally you gave in, and drifted to sleep on the arm of the sofa.
Harry, being so invested in the movie, hadn’t noticed you until the credits began rolling and when he spotted you, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“This girl, I swear,” he shakes his head, pushing the bowl from his lap, “This time I swear I’ll stay awake, my ass.” He shuts off the TV before standing up, stretching is achy bones before lifting you up into his arm, just as he had been doing for the entire week. “Don’ know what I’m gonna do with you, love.”
Your eyelashes rest delicately on your cheeks and Harry smiles at how peaceful you look, lips parted slightly as you snore softly. Harry wasn’t sure why he pretended like he hated when you fell asleep during the movie because it meant he got these moments, these quiet moments in the middle of the night when he could just look at you and not worry about scraping together an explanation as to why he was. He could peel back the covers and tuck you into bed, making sure you were warm and comfortable and treat you like he would if you were his.
He places you carefully into the guest bed and you squirm, but settle once he lifts the covers over your shoulder. “Goodnight,” he whispers, and he feels a little silly for talking to himself but he feels even sillier when he leans down and places a kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. And he blinks, surprised with himself.
“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” you grumble.
Just as he’s exiting the room, he freezes when he hears your voice and for a moment, he isn’t sure what he should say. So, he doesn’t.
