Harry came home drunk from a bar one night to find Y/N snuggled up in bed, sniffling and shivering. At first, he wasn’t sure what was wrong with her. He wove over to the bed and placed a cold hand on her forehead.
“M’baby,” he slurred. “Yer s’warm.”
She looked intently up at him. When he was drunk, she usually took care of him, reminding him to drink water and brush his teeth, and helping him when his tummy and head hurt.
When she was sick, he helped her take her pills and cuddled her until she was asleep.
She knew he wouldn’t be able to help her right now, but she was also fairly certain that she wouldn’t be able to help him.
He got in bed and snuggled up next to her. “M’sorry yer sick, lil bae,” he spoke into the top of her head.
His breath smelled like alcohol and she was able to croak out that he needed to brush his teeth.
He went into the bathroom and tried his best to brush his teeth. When he came home drunk, she usually brushed his teeth for him, holding his chin and gazing at him softly while she worked.
He returned to bed as she was taking Tylenol to make her feel better.
“C’you gimme cuddles?” he asked and she moved into his arms, having to smile as he kissed her lazily.
“When’d you get sick, love?” he asked, rubbing her back roughly.
“Just a few hours ago,” she admitted, shifting in his arms.
“Hope y’feel better,” he said honestly. “I don’like when m’baby’s sick. She seems so sad.”
“ ‘M not sad,” she said. “I’m just glad you’re home.”
New Year's Day - Harry x Reader (Part 2 to What are you doing, NYE?)
Summary: Harry's done a number on you in the last 12 hours. You've gone from fighting for your boyfriend's attention to having trouble having him leave you alone.
warnings: lots of arguing, alcohol/drug use, angst.
a/n: read part 1 here! otherwise you WILL NOT understand what's happening.
I WILL BE DOING A PART 3, A HAPPY PART 3! YAY!
word count: 3.8k
y/n outfits throughout the part 1 / 2 / 3
harry outfits 1 / 2
"What do you think about that Austin guy, Y/N? He somehow found my IG and I want to think we hit it off.. do you agree?" Liv twirled her hair as she stared down at her phone. You laid on your back, stared at the ceiling, feeling empty and broken. "I don't know, Liv. Why?" You said monotoned.
She looks at you for a split second before looking down at her phone again. "Babe, come on. I'm trying to have a conversation with you."
You sigh. "I'm sorry... I just can't focus on very much." She shifts herself to lay next to you, you both staring at the ceiling. "Listen, honey. I won't talk about men anymore unless you're okay to listen. Okay?" You nod and she takes your hand in hers, squeezing it softly.
You felt the space between the two of you vibrate slightly. You look over and grab your phone to see Harry, calling you once again.
Harry's been trying to get a hold of you since the early hours of the morning. You, rightfully so, have sent him to voicemail more often than not.
"That fucker needs to get a clue, he fucked up, it's not even been a day. Ever hear of space?" She takes the phone out of your hands and answers it.
"Styles. Fuck off." Liv mutters.
"C'mon Liv, let me talk to her."
"Let me ask her. Hey, Y/N, do you want to talk to your two timing, sorry excuse of an ex boyfriend right now? NO? Didn't think so. She doesn't want to you."
"I didn't even hear her voice, Liv. C'mon."
"Harry, if you call back this number again, there's no telling the cussing out I will be doing. Leave Y/N alone. She clearly needs time away from you, give her that."
She hangs up and throws the phone off the bed on the carpeted floor. You squeeze her hand, feeling a tear slide down your cheek and down the side of your neck. Liv takes her hand and wipes the tear as she takes you into her arms, your held in tears easily flowing as you softly sob into her chest.
As you feel the tears let up, Liv's phone rings and she grumbles softly. She looks at the caller ID and groans.
"Styles, what the fuck did I say to you?"
"You said if you call back this number again. That was Y/N's, this is yours."
"Don't fucking play my words against me. You need to take a fuckin' hint, Styles."
"At least let me sit on speaker so she can hear me out. Please. I'll hang up as soon as I'm done."
Liv groans and rolls her eyes. "The second I hear shit I don't like you're getting blocked. I will not have you use me and my phone as a way to get an in to Y/N/N"
She puts the phone on speaker and places it in front of you. "You look at me if anything needs to be done, okay?" You nod and Harry starts talking.
"Y/N I swear to god, I did not kiss that girl."
"Ahem, but you did." Liv cut in. You look up at her with squinted eyes and she throws her hands up in defence. "Well its TRUE."
"Y/N, that kiss, it meant nothing to me. You're the only thing I feel anything with and that goes for everything. You're my constant. The reason my world has such a bright sun, because you are that source of warmth and joy for me. You are my life. I don't want to live if you're not in my life."
"Styles. Skip the ass kissing, tell her why you did what you did." Liv crosses her arms and you give her a slight smirk. She winks and you both look back down at the phone.
------ FLASHBACK -------
11:59PM, 60 seconds to midnight.
"Fuck, where is she?" Harry mutters to himself, searching the room for you. He didn't know if you were back from the bathroom and were as frantic to look for him as well so he stayed put, just in case you popped up in front of him to be his first kiss of the new year.
"Hey, handsome." One of the girls came up to Harry, feeling up his bicep and he shutters in discomfort.
"Hey, have you seen Y/N?"
"Don't worry about her, let's worry about what's going to happen in the next 10 seconds." She gets closer to him and Harry takes a small step back.
3!
2!
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Before Harry could turn to walk away, he feels a pair of hands grab his face and crash their lips on his. Harry, full of alcohol and hungry for the lips of his girlfriend, kisses her back for one moment before realizing who is in front of him and he immediately pulls away. The girl smirks at him as Harry looks over in front of him.
There she was, the love of his life.
And she'd just caught him in the one thing he never thought he'd do to her.
"Y/N-"
He watches you run towards the crowd of people and he runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, Y/N!" He yells as she storms into the crowd, hoping to find you before it's too late.
Too bad for Styles, he already messed up.
------ PRESENT -------
"Wow." You say in shock.
"WAAAAIT A FUCKIN SECOND." Liv interrupts. "You mean to fuckin' tell me, you thought about your girlfriend while kissing one of those bimbo girls you had been flirting with the entire night? No way in HELL would I ever believe that bullshit."
"Well, lucky for you Liv, you don't have to believe me. That's up to Y/N" He says cockily over the phone.
"God you're such a arrogant fuck aren't you? You-you have NO idea how badly I want to rip your dick off and feed it to-"
"Liv!" You exclaim, smacking her arm. "Relax."
She takes a deep breath, in and out, then calmly continues.
"You're lucky Y/N is still nice to your lying, cheating ass. I'd have you kicked to the curb for good hours ago, but she's a good person. You fucked up, big time Styles. It's up to Y/N to believe you, thats right, but I will smack her silly if she chooses the wrong choice."
"Babe, please, can we talk in person? I promise, if you don't want to see me again after that, I'll respect your wishes."
You sigh.
"Fine."
"Wait. Really?!" He says excitedly through the phone.
"I'll be coming." Liv interjects, you look at her and she smiles.
"Liv will be dropping me off, if you do anything else stupid I won't stop her from doing what she has to do. Understood?" You say picking the phone and holding your knees with your free arm.
"Deal. See you soon, darling."
You hear a click on the other end and Liv groans. "Why can't you just let me slap the shit out of that two timing-"
"LIV! I swear to all the heavens above, if you do anything unprovoked, I will be cabbing home and I'll break up with you too!"
She gasps. "Damn, Y/N/N. You're getting too feisty." She places her hand on her chest and you smirk.
"Learned from my drama queen of a best friend." She slaps your arm playfully. "I'm so proud of you." She pulls you into another hug and you both get up to change for.... whatever this was going to be.
You put your shoes on and take one last look at the outfit you have on in the mirror. You sigh as you throw your hair in a claw clip and Liv smiles softly.
"Even when you don't try, you look beautiful, Y/N."
You smile. "It's hard dating a celebrity. You always have to look "somewhat" presentable in case someone takes photos or videos of you."
"You ready?" Liv grabs her keys from the rack at the door and you nod, following her to the door.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
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The car ride to the coffee shop Harry chose was quiet, Liv turned her bluetooth on and, what do you know...
"Can't get rid of this fucker, even on MY Spotify." Liv went to change the playlist but you stopped her.
"Don't. I actually don't mind listening to his voice." You smile softly and turn your body towards the window as you listened to Sweet Creature, one of his songs on his first album. You remember the first time Harry found out you listened to his music and your stomach fluttered.
----FLASHBACK----
"How was your tour rehearsal, babe?" You greet Harry as he enters your vehicle. He places a soft kiss on your lips and you smile. "I missed you, a lot."
You and Harry had been casually seeing each other for months now, but, he officially asked you to be his girlfriend just over 2 weeks ago. You and him were having a beautiful time. You respected his busy schedule as he did yours, but no matter what, there was always time to be together. Even if it meant you driving him from one rehearsal to the next.
"I missed you too, H. Where you headed next?" You pulled your seatbelt back on.
"Well, I have an hour and a half break before I have to be at the next rehearsal. Should we.." He eyeballs the back seat and you slap his arm.
"You're gonna need longer than that, Styles." He smirks and kisses you one more time.
"God, you're amazing." He mutters on your lips.
You break the kiss and smirk. "I know. That's why you like me." He chuckles and slides back into his seat.
"Let's get some food in your stomach before you have to go" You say pulling out your phone and finding a decent restaurant to find food for Harry. He smiles softly, taking your hand in his causing you to look over at him.
"You're always thinking of everyone else, Y/N. You really are amazing."
You smile. "I care a lot about you, H. I just want to make sure you are okay before I drop you off." He kisses you one more time causing you to giggle.
"H. I like the kisses, but I gotta drive now!"
"Alright, alright. Let's go, angel."
You turn the car on and your playlist turns on automatically, playing Sweet Creature, Harry's song. His eyes widen and smile grows big as you feel a blush creep on your cheeks, you frantically try to change it but he's already chuckling.
"You're a fan, huh babe?" He smirks, crossing his arms in satisfaction.
You roll your eyes at his comment, turning a corner.
"Well, duh. I do like you, remember?"
"Well yeah I get that, but I didn't know you listened to my old stuff too." He smiles and you laugh.
"Sweet Creature is probably my favourite of yours. It's a great song." He smiles. "Thanks babe."
You smile. "Don't let that go to your head though, Styles. I just know talent when I hear it."
He smirks. "Mhm. You tell yourself that."
You slap his arm playfully and he laughs.
You both sing along to his songs as they play, sometimes just letting him sing, mesmerized by your boyfriend's voice.
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The song changed to Woman and Liv rolls her eyes again as your stomach twists.
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"Harry, what are you doing?" You walked over to your boyfriend who was laughing his head off holding two beers and girls giggling at his demeanour while feeling up his chest.
"Harry, get up." You feel yourself fill with heat as he just stares at you with a cocky grin.
"Oooh, I'm in troubleeeee" He slurs while everyone laughs.
"GET YOUR ASS UP STYLES." You yell. The whole room goes silent and he scoffs. "Fine. Sorry, mates. Gotta go, mom's getting mad." He snickers and the girls all giggle at him, you drag him out of the room by his hand and out to the backyard of one of his friends' houses.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Styles?" You cross your arms and he just stands there, losing focus quickly.
"C'mon babe, I'm just havin' fuuuuun" He laughs and walks to you but you put your hand out to him.
"Harry, I'm serious. You haven't eaten anything, you're fuckin' hammered and you smell like skunk. Have you been smoking too?"
"Hehe, yeaaaaah. It's all in good fun, baby. You need to let looooose." He wraps his arm around your shoulder and you push him away.
"Harry, I'm taking you home."
"The fuck you're not." He gets aggressive. You sigh.
"Harry. You're drunk, high out of your mind, and you have nothing else in your system. You're gonna have a nasty crash in a couple hours and I don't trust a single person in here to not take advantage of you."
He grunts. "I can take care of myself." He crosses his arms.
You eye roll and walk away from him, he follows you. "C'mon, Y/N. We're not together right? You don't have to care so much."
You stopped in your tracks. "You're right, Styles. We're not together and I don't have to care, but I do. I care a lot because, together or not, you matter to me. I want to make sure you're safe. Clearly you don't have the same feelings for me so I'll do as you say. I won't care."
You turn back around and he sighs. "Y/N/N."
"What?" You spat. He walks over to you sloppily and almost falls. "I don't feel well."
You sigh. "Let's go, drunkie." You wrap his arm around your shoulders so he could lean on you.
"Y/N?" He mutters.
"Hmm."
"Thanks for caring so much."
"Always."
You drive him to his house and you park the car waiting for him to get out. He looks over at you with a grin. "Will you stay with me?"
"Styles-"
"Please?" He gives you a drunk puppy dog look and you smirk. "Fine, but i'm taking the couch." You turn the car off and walk over to his side to help him inside.
"Liv's gonna kill me for not coming home." You chuckle.
"She doesn't like me, huh Y/N?"
"Well...."
"That says enough right there." He smirks.
You walk him over to the stairs and he shakes his head. "I'm not getting up there. I'll sleep in the living room." He shuffles over to the couch and flops on it, causing you to giggle at him.
"Don't laugh." He mumbles, face first on the couch. You laugh at him some more and he lifts his face, smirking at you as you lose yourself in a fit of laughter.
"Woo, sorry." You calm yourself down and he groans, shifting himself into a comfortable position.
You walk to his kitchen and grab him 2 advil and a bottle of water. "Now, Harry. You haven't eaten, i'm sure you won't want to eat, but, I'm gonna-"
You look over at him and he's snoring. You smile and place the stuff on the table for him.
Searching through his fridge and freezer, you find a frozen pizza and pop it into the oven. You make yourself a tea while it cooks. Watching him sleep so deeply and soundly.
"You needed that sleep, H." You say softly to yourself.
You place the cooked pizza wrapped up in the fridge and quickly write a note.
You leave the note for Harry next to the advil.
Styles,
You're gonna be okay. I'm sleeping in the guest room upstairs and will likely be gone by the time you wake up.
There's veggie pizza waiting for you in the fridge.
Feel better, H.
Love, Y/N.
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"Y/N/N, we're here." Liv pulls the car into park and you look over at her.
"Thanks, Liv. I'll call you if things go wrong."
"You better." She pats your thigh and you smile, grabbing your phone from the cup holder and sliding yourself out of the car.
You look up at the sign, sighing softly. "Here we go."
You walk in and see him, sunglasses on, in the corner of the shop. Two cups at his table and him tapping the top of his lid, people watching out the window. You smirk softly and walk over to him.
"You don't look suspicious at all." You sit down and his head jerks to your direction, his smile slowly appearing.
"I'm a little hungover and, well.. didn't really sleep well last night." He slips his sunglasses off and his eyes are bloodshot. Your smile fades as you see his distressed look.
"Harry...."
"I brought you here to explain myself, not for you to feel sorry for me. I don't deserve that. I don't deserve you."
You sigh and take the cup in your hands. You smile weakly as you see that he got you the right drink.
"You-you got the right drink."
He smiles.
"With oat milk, of course."
"Thanks, Harry." You take a sip and the warm coffee has you humming softly. He smiles.
"Okay." You say placing the cup down. "Explain. I'm listening."
He sighs.
"What happened last night, my behaviour, my demeanour, all of that was inexcusable. I'm not used to having a long-term girlfriend, I've always been the type of guy to casually date women and the second commitment is put on the table, I run for the fuckin' hills because I'm scared. I'm scared of the idea of being tied down and not being happy. I'm scared of falling out of love with that person. Those feelings all changed, when I met you."
He takes your hand and you look down at his hand with a very small smile.
"You made me feel the most loved i've ever felt. In the short amount of time we've been together, you've put all of my needs before yours. You've shown up to everything, made sure I've eaten, made sure I was well rested, taken care of me when I was ill. You've gone above and beyond for me. You love me with your entire soul and I couldn't believe that someone like you existed, but I do now. You're the one in a million woman that comes around and makes lives so much better. You make my life better."
He looks down at your hand, noticing you rubbing your thumb on his hand in comfort.
"Even now..." He says, voice breaking but he clears his throat to continue. "When I don't deserve your comfort, your heart, you wear it on your sleeve and show me the consideration I don't deserve at all. I hurt you, but here you are, hearing me out, comforting me, I don't deserve you."
You watch a tear fall from his eye, you wipe it impulsively and he chuckles, his cheek falling into your hand.
"I'm scared, Y/N."
"Why, Harry?" you ask, taking your hand back.
"Because, I'm about to tell you something that's going to hurt you more."
You pull yourself back.
"Harry..."
"That wasn't the first time I kissed someone while we were together."
Your entire body fell numb. You sat in shock.
"Y/N. Please let me explain that as well."
"No. I-I can't believe you."
He looks at you wide eyed and you squeeze your eyes shut.
"You... I gave my all to you." You say shaking your head. "You don't love me, you love yourself."
"Y/N."
"Liv was right, you're a liar." You stood up and walked to the door, Harry grabbing your hand and you rip your hand away viciously. "Don't. Touch. Me."
You walk out of the cafe and stand outside, waiting for Liv.
"Y/N, please let me talk to you about it-"
You feel your arm swing up and slap him. He grips his cheek and you let hot tears fall down your cheeks.
"I-I can't believe I believed your sincerity for even a second in there. You made me feel like a fucking fool, Harry. I can't believe I ever loved you."
"You still do. I love you, you love me, that's why you came here today to listen to me. Y/N, please don't give up on me. I meant every word."
You look up at him, your handprint on his cheek, tears now flowing down his face as was yours. You sigh.
"Harry. I don't know if I can ever trust you again."
"Let me make it up to you-"
"And how the HELL, do you think you're going to do that? You've now admitted to cheating more than once-"
"Only twice. Last night, and right at the beginning."
"Oh thank GOODNESS! Only twice, wow I'm a lucky girl!" You mock as you cry.
"Y/N. Please."
"Harry, I need time. I love you, but you need to decide where your priorities lie when it comes to your feelings. Do you want me? Or are you only thinking about yourself? I'll be waiting."
You turn to face Liv's car, her eyes watching you as she gets out of her car.
"What. the FUCK. did you do, Styles?" She speed walks over to Harry and you grab her arm. "Liv, don't." You show her the crowds slowly forming as Harry slips his sunglasses back on to avoid pictures of his teary eyes.
"You're fuckin lucky, Styles. I'd have your ass crying for days if you weren't in public right now." She grips your arm. "How dare you. You can't play with Y/N's heart like this, Styles. Get yourself together, I'm not letting her go back to you so easily. You need to PROVE to her that you love her and only her. No more games, no more lies. It's time to grow up, Styles."
You let her arm go and you walk up to Harry. "I will wait for you. I won't wait long, but I will wait. Please don't hurt me again, H." You watch tears fall from under his sunglasses. You wipe them with your hand.
"I-I love you, Y/N." He breathlessly says.
"Then show me that, Harry." You turn from him and walk towards Liv's car, feeling defeated and hurt. You don't know what to do anymore.
"You promised." She said pulling away from the coffee shop.
"What?" You sniffle wiping a tear away.
"You promised, Y/N. I don't see his ass limping, do you? You said I could do whatever I wanted."
"I-I believe him, Liv. I'm just hurt right now."
She sighs. "I know, babe. You're too kind and forgiving for this world." She pats your leg as you wipe the remaining tears.
"So, what are you going to do?" She asks turning away from the shop and down the road.
You look out the window, rain starting to fall.
"Wait for the storm to pass."
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IM SORRY IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!
I honestly had a different idea and wanted it to end all cute BUT i want this to end completely different now. Part 3 will come out next weekend. Love you all hehe<3
I will most definitely let the part end at part 3. No more surprises, promise!
THIS 3 PART SPECIAL WILL CONTINUE!
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AN: i've had this half done in my drafts for over a month and finally decided to finish it and post it today. hope you enjoy. i can't remember if this was a request or not so if you requested this, let me know.
This story contains: a drunk and clingy harry, grateful tears, mentions of vomit, basically fluff
{ husband!harry - softrry - no kids - dunkirk harry era }
word count: 1192
Harry comes home drunk from a night at the pub with some of his mates and you help take care of him.
Harry went out to the pub with a few of his mates. You knew he's been stressed and wanted him to let loose for the night. To not worry about a thing.
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While Harry was out at the pub in Central London, you stayed home and did some self care things. Like taking a relaxing bubble bath, did a face mask, and even painted your toe nails.
You knew when he returned home, you'd have your hands full because Harry was undoubtedly getting drunk tonight and a drunk Harry is a needy Harry. But you liked when he was needy so you truly never minded.
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Just past twelve in the morning, you hear a grumpy Harry coming through the front door with the help of his friend Niall. You jump up from the sofa where you'd been watching tv and walk towards them.
"What's wrong with him?" you question a sober, maybe slightly tipsy Niall.
When Harry sees you, he pulls away from Niall's hold and crashes his body to into yours. "Babyyy, missed yah s'much." your husband slurs.
"Well'd, there's your answer. Lad here's been whining all night f' yeh. Swear he's a man child." Niall retorts with a tired giggle.
"Oh, okay. I'll take him from here." you tell Niall and he waves as he's walking out the door.
"Night, y/n. Take good care of him fer'meh." he instructs in his Irish accent.
You drag yourself and a clingy Harry over towards the couch. It's proven to be quite difficult beings he won't remove his arms from around your back but you manage. Then you get settled on your back with Harry laying on your chest. His face smushed in your neck and one leg thrown over top yours.
While running your hands through his soft, sweaty curls, you ask Harry gently but clearly, "Feeling alright, babe? Need anything?"
He mumbles a reply into your hot skin, "Mhm. Just want yah t' hold me. Think I drank too much. Sorry I got drunk."
"Harry, I told you to let loose for the night and have some drinks. Its alright. I'll take care of you. No worries, babe." you coo followed by a kiss on his forehead.
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After a while of holding Harry on the couch, you finally decide you should probably get him into bed. You somehow manage to get his heavy body up the stairs and sat on the edge of the bed.
When you go to walk into the bathroom, Harry grabs your wrist and groans, "No, don't leave me."
"Harry, I need to get a cloth. I'll be right back." You go into the bathroom and grab a damp cloth to wipe his sweaty face off with. When you step back in the bedroom, you see Harry struggling to unbutton his shirt. The scene causes you to giggle before muttering, "Hold on babe, I'll help you silly."
You set the wet cloth on the side table for a moment and knell down in front of Harry, reaching for his shirt buttons. He retracts his hands and allows you to help him. And as you begin to unbutton his shirt, Harry looks at you with admiration.
How did he get so lucky to have a partner to help undress him after he's drank one too many drinks, Harry thinks to himself. He's so grateful you're helping him that he can't help but get emotional over the small gesture. Its more than likely the alcohol causing his sudden flow of emotions.
When you hear sniffling, you look up to see salty tears running down Harry's rosy cheeks. "Babe, why are you crying?" you whisper softly.
Looking you in the eyes, Harry slurs, "Just, just... m' so happy I married you. You're so nice. You're so caring. And, I realized my tummy is starting to hurt a bit."
Now you understand. Harry always gets like this when he's drunk; clingy, overly emotional, and a tummy ache that never actually leads to him throwing up but he'll complain as if he needs too.
"Awe, don't cry. It's alright, Harry. Love helping you out. And do you want to go sit by the toilet or are you gonna be okay?" you softly speak.
"Donno." he whines.
You finish unbuttoning his shirt and slip it off his shoulders. Then you help him slide down his jeans, leaving him only in his boxers. Once Harry's mostly undressed, you pick up the damp cloth and swipe it carefully over his face. That has Harry humming in approval from the cool nature of it.
After Harry's face is clean of sweat and gunk, you toss the dirtied cloth to the side and state, "I don't think you'll be sick but just in case I'm gonna get the trash can to set beside the bed." You grab the bathroom bin and place it down on his side of the bed. "Okay, here's the bin for if you feel like you're gonna puke and wait here while I grab you some water to drink."
You leave Harry sat on the bed while you run down stairs and fill up a glass of water. When you pad back up the stairs, you find Harry with the trash can in his lap, drooling over it. For a second, you really think maybe he is going to vomit this time. "Harry babe, you alright?" you worriedly ask as you come up to his side and set the water down while taking your hand to rub up and down his bare back.
Harry lifts his head slightly and whispers, "Mhm, need some water to calm my tummy please." You reach for the glass and carefully place it in his hand. Then you remove the bin from his lap and put it back on the floor as Harry slowly sips on the cold water. When he's drank most of the cup, he sighs dramatically and retorts, "Much better. Sleepy now."
You're still uneasy about his unpredictable stomach but decide to go with his word and help him set the mostly empty glass down on his bedside table. Then you help Harry lie down on his left side so he's facing the edge of the bed in case he feels the need to spew. Also so you can spoon him easily. And you tuck him under the covers.
You go around the room and turn off all the lights before slipping under the duvet on your side of the bed. You slide over until you're up against Harry's warm back and cradle his large body into your much smaller body. Then you place a loving kiss on the skin of his back and whisper, "Sleep well, my love. Hopefully your hangover isn't too bad in the morning but if it is, remember I'll take care of you because I love you."
In the darkness of the room, you hear Harry's breathing level out and right before he dozes off to sleep, he reaches for your hands on his tummy and intertwines your fingers together. Then he sleepily and drunkenly slurs back, "Love you too, my darlin'. Thank yah for takin' care of me."
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(PLEASE REBLOG BECAUSE WRITING IS NOT EASY AND ITS FREE SO JUST DO IT)
Hey, I love your work! Can we get a fic with Ginny dealing with a drunk Harry? Thanks!
I already did a drunk Harry here but here's another one!
The Three Stages of a Drunk Potter
Phase 1
“Oh, lord,” Ginny let out as she looked over at the bar. Sophie, her fellow Harpy and good friend was sitting beside her.
“What?” Sophie asked. Her girlfriend Cathy was over at the bar with Harry to get drinks.
“We have hit Stage one of Drunk Potter,” Ginny told her as they both watched.
He was gesturing wildly while he was telling a story. Ginny could see half the ladies at the bar practically swoon.
“Stage one is Charming Potter, far too smooth for his own good.”
“Yep, you are not wrong,” Sophie noted, “Do you get jealous?”
Ginny let out a laugh and shook her head. “Not at all, you’ll find out soon enough why,” she replied as they saw the two making their way back to their booth.
“Hey, babe. Got a little busy at the bar but the best catch is still at this table,” Harry said, sliding back into the booth beside her, he kissed her cheek.
Ginny shot a pointed look at Sophie, who smiled behind her beer.
Phase 2
“Now, did you know that-” Harry told Cathy.
Ginny leaned into Sophie. “This is Phase 2, Gossip Potter,” she told her.
Sophie nodded solemnly, she too had had a few drinks.
“Really, ask him anything, and he will tell you.”
Sophie thought about it for a second. “Is it true that you can talk to snakes?” Sophie asked Harry.
He blinked a few times, then gave one short nod.
“I did, because Voldemort could. Don’t tell anyone but his real name was Tom Riddle, shhh! Now since I am no longer a Horcrux I have lost the ability. I miss my snake friends.” He pouted.
“You almost made him go into phase 3 and that means I have to take him home,” Ginny warned Sophie.
“What’s phase 3?” Sophie asked.
“Weeping Potter. He gets really emotional,” Ginny explained. “Phase 2 is really a security risk though. Don’t let him leave the table.”
“So if you tickle the pear,” Harry started telling Sophie, whose eyebrows raised up quite high.
“I am sorry, what?” Sophie asked in confusion.
Harry let out an exasperated sigh. “To get into the kitchens of Hogwarts, of course.”
Both Sophie and Cathy nodded warily.
Harry pointed a finger. “Now there is one place on the grounds where no one really comes and Ginny and I-” Harry was cut off when Ginny went to cover his mouth in a quick move.
“That’s enough out of you,” she told him firmly. Ginny made sure he was planning on remaining silent before she removed her hand.
Phase 3
“Get inside, Potter,” Ginny told Harry, who was admiring the label of their doorbell.
He was swaying slightly. Harry had not yet reached phase 3 of drunkenness before they wrapped up the night. Ginny had a sense it would come soon though.
“Yes, Potter,” Harry replied with a satisfied smile, walking past her.
Ginny closed the door. “You okay, sweetheart?” Ginny asked, kicking off her heels and putting her handbag on the table.
“I am wonderful,” Harry told her, his eyes filled with glee.
Ginny thought it was safe to leave him for a minute and change into her pyjamas. She was just combing her fingers through her hair as she exited the bathroom when she spotted him, looking rather tearful. Stage 3 was upon them.
“Hey, Harry,” Ginny told him.
Harry turned around and touched a hand to his heart. “My dear wife,” he spoke, his eyes watering.
“Yes, husband,” she replied to him. She pulled his jacket off his shoulders and hung it on the hook where it belonged. When she turned back, tears were spilling from his eyes. Ginny wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Tell me what’s going on?” she asked softly.
Harry sniffed. “I just have so many feelings,” he told her.
Ginny nodded silently.
“You are beautiful,” Harry said, attempting to wipe his tears away.
Ginny fondly looked at him.
“You’re great,” he added now, his voice croaking. He really had it bad this time. “And … and … you are always so kind to me,” he ended, he looked at her through his tears.
“Of course I am, I am your wife!” Ginny replied.
Harry let out a big sob.
“Yes, you are!” Harry sunk down on the couch, crying even harder.
Ginny sat down on the couch with him.
“Come here,” Ginny said, holding out her arms.
Harry leaned into her and Ginny held him for a while until he had calmed down.
“Better?” Ginny asked after a while.
Harry sighed deeply and nodded. He looked up at her, his glasses stained by his tears.
“I love you,” he told her.
“I know, darling, I love you too,” she replied. The fact there were no new tears at those words was a good sign. Harry tucked back into her and she squeezed him a little closer.
How about Unravel Me for the WIP game? Maybe we'll get a sneak peek of Chapter 7 :)
Haha, oh @fairsquare16 I wish I could, but I only have several rough sketches of scenes, so I'm going to err on the side keeping any Unravel Me Chapter 7 snippets to myself for now.
However! I did write this prequel that I ultimately scrapped because it didn't add anything to the narrative and I couldn't get the ending where I wanted it to be. I was sad though, because I do love this scene:
Harry couldn’t believe his luck.
Laughter rang out in the air. As he leaned forward, goosebumps erupting up his arm when it brushed against Ginny’s.
His breath hitched at her bright, wicked smile. Ginny was close enough that he could see the tiny freckles that trailed down her neck and her exposed collarbone. She’d worn her hair up in a messy bun, but at some point during the festivities, a fascinating tendril had escaped and slipped over her shoulder.
Harry blinked his eyes, which seemed harder to do than usual, only to realize that he had been the one laughing so loudly. Though he still wasn’t absolutely certain.
The corner of his mouth felt pleasantly numb, but that was nothing compared to the warm heat rolling in his chest as he couldn’t prevent the fits of giggles emitting from his vicinity. If he had been any soberer, he would be mortified. Thankfully he was blissed out on the endless flow of alcohol that seemed to be pushed his way.
That or it was simply being able to bask in Ginny’s presence. That throbbing loneliness at the thought of attending his best friends’ engagement party glaringly alone had dimmed and dulled in her golden sunlight.
God, when was the last time he had seen her?
She pursed her far too appealing lips for a moment. “Maybe a few months?”
Harry scrunched up his face. “Had I said that out loud?”
She gave a lilting laugh that made him feel far more witty than he deserved. He hoped he didn’t look as besotted as he felt.
He glanced at the proximity of their hands. If he just reached out his finger he could touch her. Merlin, he wanted to touch her.
“Miss me, Harry?”
“Yes,” Harry blurted, the burning sensation churning in his blood loosening his lips probably more than they should. Something seemed to flicker in her eyes, but it must have been a trick of the light. Still, it spurred on this reckless honesty. “It’s been a long time.”
He prayed he had only imagined the subdued sadness in his voice.
I really want a drunk Harry fic cause look at that man child being all drunk at the brits today 🥺
a/n: okay well we love a drunk harry. I promise I have a daytime job, just perks of having your own office to sloothily write fics in when it’s slow (fluff with just a dash of smut, only if you squint.)
It started out as a simple kickback at his Malibu home. Harry would be getting ready to tour soon, and wanted to have one last hoorah before he wouldn’t be able to come back to Malibu for a while.
All of his close friends had some over, it was potluck style. He was in the kitchen,minding the blender making margaritas. You both shared a love for tequila.
It was the perfect day. People were swimming, drinking, Harry was by the grill with an apron on over his bare chest. An incredible sight. Harry kept his cup full all day. He was letting loose for the first time in a long time. No one could blame him, his album was doing extremely well. He felt he could finally relax. He had a distinctive laugh when he was drunk. It was a tell that it was time to slow down. But no one was going to tell him that.
As it got darker outside, only a select few of friends were left. Everyone had gotten out of the pool and sat by the fire. Harry’s eyes were red and glazed over. His cheeks and nose were rosy too. Yup, too much to drink. You tried to get him to drink some water, but he refused. Said it would make him sick.
“I’m gonna try to put him to bed before he gets worse.” You smile shyly at his friends. Harry was having a wee, so it was the perfect time to tell them the party was basically over.
“Good idea, need help bringin’ him upstairs?”
“No, he can still walk perfectly fine, but thanks.”
“Have a good night!” They say as they leave. You turn to go back inside, and lock the sliding door. He frowns at you when he sees his friends are gone.
“Where’d everyone go?” He slurs.
“Home, babe. It’s real late now. Time for bed.”
“Let’s have a swim, hm? Just the two of us.” He wraps his arms around you. You can smell the liquor on him. You weren’t completely sober yourself, but in way better shape than him.
“Don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” He pouts. “C’mon, when was the last time we skinny dippin’?”
“Harry, I really don’t think getting naked in the pool is a good idea right now. What if you passed out? There’s no way I’d be able to help you.”
“You’re no fun.” He goes to unlock the door, but you grab his wrist.
“Let’s go have fun upstairs instead.” He immediately perks up.
He stumbles a bit going up the stairs, almost tripping three separate times. You roll your eyes and laugh at him. He really did have a good day with everyone. You were happy that he was happy.
“What are ya gigglin’ about?” He says with a grin.
“Nothing, you’re just a cute drunk.”
“M’not.” He hiccups. “Drunk.” You started laughing harder, he joins in. “Okay, maybe a little drunk.” You look him up and down. His chest was a little red.
“Babe, I think you got a little too much sun today, you’re bit burnt. Let me get the aloe. Sit on the bed for me.”
“Yes, ma'am.” He salutes you and sits on the edge of the bed. You go into the bathroom closet and grab some aloe. Standing between his legs, you start to rub some on his red chest.
“Mmm, that feels nice. Your hands always feel s’nice on me.” He says closing his eyes.
“Okay, Harry.”
“Wha’?” He opens his eyes to look at you. “I can’t compliment m’girl’s hands all of a sudden?”
“You can, you’re just intoxicated at the moment, and you keep moving. Give me this arm. Your shoulders are fucked.” You rub the aloe on his shoulders and down his arms.
“How’s m’back?” You sigh and get on the bed behind him.
“Absolutely fucked. Jesus, Harry, I swear you’re like a child sometimes. Did I really need to be on you to reapply lotion?” You say massaging the aloe into his back and neck.
“Don’t be cross with me, I couldn’t bare it. Sides, you like you treatin’ me like ya baby.”
“Not true.”
“Yes it is. Harry did you eat breakfast? Harry did you wee before we left? Harry did you pack an extra phone charger?” He mimics your accent as best he can in his drunken state. “It’s quite cute actually, you lookin’ out f’me.”
“That’s all it is, it’s not treating you like a baby.” You stop rubbing the aloe as you’ve covered him good.
“Keep rubbin’ m’please, feels s’nice.” You roll your eyes, but do as he asks.
Great, he got to be belligerent, got you to take care of him, and now he gets a back rub.
“Spoiled brat.” You say playfully under your breath.
“Heard that.”
“Good.”
“Ya give the best massages, love.”
“I know.” He turns to look at you.
“Are ya really mad at me, please don’t be. I can’t stand it when you’re upset with me.”
“I’m not mad or upset. I’m just tired. We were very social today. I swam, I was in the sun, I drank a lot too. And now I gotta put baby boy to bed.”
“I can put maself t’bed, thank ya very much.” Harry stands up and wobbles, but catches his balance.
“You can barely walk, let alone stand.”
“Not true.” He strips himself of his little yellow swim trunks. “See, all ready for bed.”
“You still need to wash your face and brush your teeth.”
“Sure thing, mummy.” He walks his naked body into the bathroom, leaving your mouth hanging in open. You follow him with your arms crossed over your chest. “Might wanna change outta that bathin’ suit.”
“Sure thing, daddy.” You huff and walk away. You change into a t-shirt and some shorts, and wait for him on the bed. “You know you could put some boxers on.”
“Nah, I like floppin’ it around like this.” He smirks getting onto the bed next to you. You can’t help but giggle at his behavior. “Give us a kiss, love.”
You lean in and kiss your man, only for a moment. He frowns when you stop.
“I’m just gonna go get a barrel in case you wake up sick later.”
“I don’t feel sick. I don’t even have the spins. In fact, I feel pretty good.” He grabs your wrist. “Don’t you wanna see how good I feel?”
Harry was always cheeky with you in the bedroom, but more so when he was tipsy. The alcohol definitely gave him more confidence, not that he needed it. He could snap his fingers and you’d have sex with him. Not that you would ever tell him that, it would inflate his ego too much.
“Harry...”
“Please, look at how excited it is to see ya.” You look down to Harry’s very hard penis.
“Christ, I am not having sex with you until you sober up.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’ll be all sloppy, and I’ll-”
“Have to do all the work? Oh what a shame.” He says sarcastically. “You like bein’ in control, no difference if you’re on top this time.”
“I don’t have a problem doing the work. I just don’t need you passing out underneath me. Come on, let’s just cuddle baby.”
“Once I’m sober you’ll hop on me?”
“Yes, I promise.” He gets up. “Where are you going now?”
“M’startin’ a bloody pot of coffee.”
You burst out laughing as Harry struts out of the room. You loved that he didn’t care about being completely naked around you. You also loved that he was willing to do just about anything to get you to touch him. This night would not be ending anytime soon.
A/N: there were some requests and encouragements for another drunk!Harry fic and I did it woo! Thank you anon, @fightfortherightsofhouseelves and @midnightblooms144 for being supportive and nice and giving me ideas :) Ginny’s not super drunk but she’s a little buzzed I’d say. Also do not take anything I write as a way to behave or whatever, be responsible in your drinking habits and such please <3 I hope you like :) :)
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Two days before Ginny’s seventeenth, Harry spends most of the day moping around the house, which. It’s only been a few months since – everything. Moping and poor moods are to be expected. But spending most of her childhood summers with Harry in less than ideal circumstances has acquainted her with his varied moods.
And this one – this one is different.
So she gives him half the day to come out with it on his own, but after lunch – most of which he spends silently picking at his sandwich – Ginny follows him out into the paddock and into the cool shade of the trees off to the west.
He’s not up to anything, beyond seeking out a bit of silence, because he’s crunching through the underbrush like an amorous erumpent.
Which – is minimally enlightening. Until the muttering begins. Mainly about the “bloody Ministry” and people who “can’t take no for an answer” and how he “just wants to be a damn kid with a girlfriend.”
Ginny lets him go until he drops onto the soft ground a few paces away from a little pond favored by Weasleys and their partners for privacy – though a few run ins with Ron and Hermione have made it less predictable for the privacy element.
But Ron and Hermione are off on some day trip so Ron can see where she grew up, which means the little oasis in the middle of Ottery St. Catchpole is up for grabs.
Sadly, Harry seems to be using it for less enjoyable purposes than usual.
Picking her way forward through the detritus that litters the forest floor on silent feet, Ginny’s grateful she slung sandals on her feet before following Harry on his – at the time – unclear journey.
When Harry drops back against the grass with a sigh, Ginny closes the few remaining feet between them and nudges his shoulder with her toes, electric green courtesy of Luna. His eyes shoot open and dart up to her, his shoulders tensing and then immediately relaxing when he sees her looming overhead. “Hey, Gin.”
She smiles, “Hello sad face man.”
“Creative.”
“It made you smile,” Ginny says lightly, dropping down so her feet are hidden in the grass near his head, one hand resting gently on his middle. Harry winds his hand around her ankle and strokes gently with his thumb. His eyes linger on the freckles that decorate her calf as he murmurs, “Of course – you nearly always do.”
“Nearly?”
A flush decorates his cheeks, “Well sometimes it’s – other good things.”
Laughing, Ginny lets her hand slip over his side and leans over his head, pressing her lips to his, short and sweet. “What’s got you all grumpy today?”
“Your birthday.”
“What – can’t date anyone over the age of sixteen?” Ginny teases, “If so, lets make the most of our last forty-eight hours, eh?”
In case he doesn’t catch her meaning, Ginny wriggles her brows and shifts until she can swing one leg over his hip and perch on his stomach.
Harry’s hands caress her bare thighs, toying with the frayed hem of her shorts but going no further. “I – they want me to come in and go over evidence and testimony they’ve been collecting. The last bit of it will be on Monday. Then Tuesday they are prepping for major raid on. Well they wouldn’t say.”
Ginny pushes his wild hair back from his forehead, fingertips barely brushing the fading scar over his brow. “No, why would Harry Potter be someone to trust with important security and investigative information?”
He laughs, grip shifting to the soft edge of her well-loved Harpy jersey. “I know – I don’t even want. It’s your seventeenth.”
Slowly, Ginny lies forward and tucks her nose into his neck, breaths slow against his collarbone. “And it will still be my seventeenth in the afternoon, and evening, and even technically a few hours after midnight.”
Harry groans and lets his head drop back. Ginny lets the moment set, just teasing his rough jawline with her fingertips. But when Harry doesn’t break the silence, Ginny props herself on her elbows and smiles. “Go. Do your whole ‘save the world’ thing – I’ll still be here. Hopefully your gift to me will be a few less Death Eaters roaming about in the world.”
So Harry leaves bright and early on the morning of the eleventh – though not before taking Ginny for a fly around the Burrow’s property while they watch the sun come up over the rolling hills that rise around the small town in Devon.
As is her birthday tradition, Ginny rises – after her brief nap post fly – with Molly and the two Weasley women dance around each other, preparing a feast of Ginny’s favorite breakfast foods for the entire family, plus Hermione.
It’s lovely, with still sleepy faces gathered around the table sharing favorite stories from years past and more teasing from George than Ginny’d have expected since – well since a lot of things.
No one pretends to ignore the empty places at the table, though small comfort rises at the knowledge that all but one are mere temporary separations. While George disappears for a few hours to visit Lee and Dad heads off to the Ministry, Molly, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione set about making the yard ready for a full on Weasley soiree.
Preparations end up filling most of the day, though eventually Molly shoos Ginny off to visit with Luna so they can do some secret preparations.
Luna and her dad took up at a little cottage on the coast near Bill and Fleur’s, both needing a change of scenery and being honest – which Luna usually was – a bit of an escape, at least for a little while. So Ginny spends most of the early afternoon flying over the crashing waves with Luna at her side, sunlit hair glinting as it flies in the breeze like a bright pennant against the blue sky.
By the time they touch down at Shell Cottage, Bill’s waiting in the yard with an authentic French lunch prepared by an ever glowing Fleur. And, despite Ginny’s misgivings about her brother’s choice in a wife early on, things have changed. Life – she has changed. So while they will likely never be best mates, Ginny’s willing to take a few posh sensibilities along with all the more loveable qualities.
Plus, she’d be lying if Fleur’s little huffy demeanor about all things British hadn’t become just a little endearing.
Shaking her head, Ginny dunks a chunk of crusty bread into the rich seafood stew and wonders whether her newfound maturity about her sister-in-law has been a gradual thing, or merely the miraculous result of being seventeen.
After they finish – waistbands tighter all around – Bill challenges Ginny to a game of chess while Luna leaves to check on her father before the party that evening.
One round turns into two, and then three, before Fleur steps in as the voice of reason, reminding Ginny it would be “’orridly rude to miss her own birthday soirre.”
By the time Ginny’s surrounded by Weasleys plus Granger and Lovegood, she’s nearly content, save that little niggling at the back of her brain reminding her that not everyone is present. And it’s not about Fred. No, that’s a constant ache like a bruised knee that won’t heal, that always hurts a little but when jostled or pressed feels as if you’ll never be quite right again. It may sound callous – though no one who knew how Ginny felt about her brothers would think so – but that pain has been so present over the past months that today it feels easier to accept it and plow ahead. Because isn’t that what she’s been doing since May?
Sure, she’s had a few good cries, thrown more than her share of dishes against the wall, and drifted around the paddock on an old broom in an angsty daze to rival a certain dark haired hero.
Who has still not made an appearance.
And, even though she’s not angry about it, it is becoming a bit worrisome when the boys are making their post dinner toasts under the glittering fairy lights and Harry hasn’t arrived.
They’re on brother two of five when the wards chime the sound that only comes when someone with clearance has apparated onto the property. Everyone tenses, even Ginny, until she realizes who it must be.
But Molly waves her back to her seat with a meaningful glance toward a slightly deflated Percy, and disappears into the house.
So Ginny reclaims her seat, smiling at Percy’s surprisingly sweet anecdotes from their childhood. Until Harry is ushered into the yard by a clucking Molly as she shoves a plate stacked with food into his hands and pushes him into a seat – one that is sadly many places away from Ginny. But she hasn’t time to remedy it before Percy clears his throat and resumes his yes kind but also rather long-winded tribute.
Once he’s finished, Ginny drains her champagne – Mum and Dad splurged – and Luna kindly refills the flute.
There’s toasting and cake and at least three more glasses of champagne before the party finally starts to disperse, not ending per se, but losing its organized quality as Luna pulls Charlie into a discussion about Romanian dragons, Ron and Hermione begin trying to prompt George in the direction of resuming his and Fred’s business ventures. Percy begs off claiming an early morning, but Ginny knows it must be wearing, the pain of the months missed – the days he can’t reclaim – so she gives him a kiss on the cheek and invites him to come over and help her get organized for her Seventh year.
She’s wandering back across the silvery grass, barefoot and pleasantly tipsy, when a hand darts out of the dark and grabs her fingers, pulling her in close.
And normally, anyone accosting Ginny’d already have met with the business end of her wand and currently be fighting off a nose full of bat bogeys, but she knows that warm scent, those slim fingers deft enough to wield a wand in battle but arms strong enough to hold her as she cried. “Harry.”
He hums, hands slipping around her back and pulling her close, his glasses glinting in the moonlight. “You look beau’iful.”
Ginny smooths the front of his slightly wrinkly button down, not ashamed to admit she lingers a bit longer than necessary in the process to fully enjoy his increasingly bulked chest. “Do I?”
She can smell the champagne, tart on his breath, when he whispers in her ear, “Th’ most of anyone,” he pauses for effect, “Ever.”
A chuckle bubbles up in her throat and Ginny pulls him toward the little garden she’s been fixing up with Molly since the beginning of summer, until they can claim the little wooden bench for themselves. Now that they’re in slightly better lighting, Ginny can see the looseness in Harry’s limbs, the barely unfocused look in his eyes as he fiddles with the thin strap of her sundress. “’S true. I wouldn’t lie.”
“You have lied a lot, Harry James.”
He looks affronted at that, even letting out a dramatic gasp, “I would never,” she levels a heavy glance at him and he amends, “Not about something this importan’.”
Trying and failing to bite back her laughter, Ginny finally gets control of herself, swiping the tears from her cheeks as she glances back up at Harry and holds his face between her hands. “My dear, what did you eat today?”
That’s a riddle worthy of a sphinx, if Harry’s utterly flummoxed expression is anything to go by, so Ginny tries to lead him along. “You had breakfast?”
He blinks owlishly and then shakes his head, so Ginny tries, “Lunch?”
And then finally, “Well Mum gave you that plate – ”
“Nah, I couldn’t eat when we were all s’posed to be lookin’ at you.”
A statement that draws a blush out of Ginny that could warm Gryffindor Tower in the dead of winter – but she comforts herself with the knowledge that had regular, non-earnest drunk Harry said it, she’d have had some flirty something or other to fire right back. But he is so adorably earnest, eyes wide and hands seeking anywhere and everywhere just to touch her – an errant curl, the slight burn on her shoulders from her afternoon at the seaside, the bruise on her knee from a run in with a few overly zealous gnomes – until shivers run up her spine.
And drunk though he is, Harry notes her chill – sadly not the cause – and flicks his wand toward the ramshackle house. “Now’s time for your present.”
A crinkly package tied with colorful string lands in her lap with a crunch of brown paper and Harry’s smiling and nodding toward it eagerly.
“I noticed there wasn’t a gift from you before, but I didn’t want to seem grabby,” Ginny teases, toying with the messily tied ribbon.
Harry clumsily pushes his glasses back up his nose, leaving a finger print on the already smudged lenses, “You didn’ mind bein’ grabby this morning – ”
Ginny huffs, “I didn’t hear any complaints.”
He leans in and kisses her, messy and heated and entirely too short. “Never, dear.”
Squaring her shoulders, Ginny pats the gift once and then flips it over to find a weak spot to begin her tearing.
Harry’s a bit nervous as she uncovers the surprise – a large green and gold quilt that smells of fresh cotton and lavender. “Mum?”
As she caresses the palm-sized ‘G’ in the bottom corner, Harry answers, “I did it – with help. Mum and I stayed up late working on it after everyone else was asleep.”
Something warm settles in her chest at the sound of Harry calling her Mum instead of Molly or Mrs. Weasley – it’s not always and she wouldn’t expect it to. But he’d been so sad and so lonely for the first eleven years of his life – save a few months at the beginning – it just makes her start to feel like maybe there really is a chance of a hopeful life after everything.
Apparently, during Ginny’s little moment of introspection, Harry’s nerves have returned in full force and he begins babbling a bit, “I wanted to do a Quidditch theme but she said it was too difficult on the first go since I wanted to do it by myself and – and so I just did the colors,” he pauses and grabs her hand, focusing on the chapped knuckles with single-minded intensity, “I picked ‘em because I know – well you’re a Harpy.”
“Excuse me?” Ginny laughs, mostly to get the lump from her throat before she drunk cries on her bloody birthday like a hapless little pixie.
“Y’know – like the team?” Harry explains, ability to see past her emotional dodge in his state, “I think you’re bloody brilliant about everything, but this is about you playin’ Quidditch. I wanna come to all your games and cheer and – ”
And then she can’t help herself anymore, pitching forward and knitting her fingers through his hair so she can tug his lips down to hers. It starts off long and heavy, until they break away to breath and Harry nips at her mouth while she lets her hands roam over his shoulders.
She’s about halfway to climbing into his lap when Harry grabs her around the ribcage and pushes her back, “Wait – I can’t take advantage – not when you’re – you’re drank.”
Ginny’s a bit hazy at the moment, she will admit, but it’s hardly the result of alcohol and if anyone’s ‘drank’ then – “Harry.”
His eyes have drifted to that little freckle he doesn’t know she knows he loves so much, and she feels a smirk rise on her lips. “I’m fully in control and I want a birthday snog.”
Harry works his jaw, and seems utterly torn at the moment, so Ginny takes pity, “I’ll put it off ‘til tomorrow if that’ll make you feel better.”
At that, Harry lets out a relieved sigh and kisses her forehead, “Thanks, Gin.”
“Instead – we could go for a swim in the pond.”
Eyes widening in a near panic, Harry grips her arms and shakes his head, “No! Can’t go near bodies of water when you’re in-in-inebriated.”
“Well now you’re just being a wet blanket on my birthday.”
He shakes his head, “No, blanket’s real dry – we made sure,” and to illustrate, he pets the slightly shimmery gold gently.
“There’s only one way to fix my birthday.”
Glancing up at her, Harry narrows his eyes, “How?”
“Lots of day-after-my-birthday kisses.”
Harry nods in agreement.
“And maybe a fly?”
Another nod.
“And definitely a nap under the trees with my new beautiful quilt.”
