Concept: He goes for a night out with some friends and comes back all drunk and cuddly, but has to deal with the consequences in the morning, and really just want to cuddle and do nothing all day.
Pairing: Harry x reader
Warnings: Soooo fluffy it’s almost gross, alcohol
This one’s been sitting in the drafts forever so I thought I’d just post it. I kinda really like this. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it. :)
Because I have you
*Earlier*
You’re lounging on the couch, watching “90 Day Fiancé”, in booty shorts, and one of Harry’s T-shirts, which is naturally oversized on you considering you and Harry’s difference in size.
You look up when you hear your boyfriends heavy footsteps gradually getting louder as he gets further down the stairs.
When he’s finally down the stairs, where Y/N can fully see him, you see him dressed in jeans, and a button up shirt, his gorgeous curls falling onto his forehead.
He walks over to where you’re sitting on the couch, the musky, but beautiful scent of his cologne almost emediatly filling your nostrils.
“Hi darling.” He says quietly as he sits down next to you.
“Hello.” You responds sweetly.
“Where are you going?”
“Just out with some friends to the club downtown. The one we went to at your friends birthday party.” He enlightens you, nonchalantly.
You just hum in response.
Harry leans in for a peck on the lips, which you gladly except. But harry obviously wants a bit more, as he leans in again for a more passionate kiss that turns into a mini make out session.
He pulls away hesitantly when you guys hear a car horn honk outside, not wanting break away from your kiss, but also not wanting to keep his ride waiting.
“I have to go baby. I probably won’t be back until pretty late so I don’t want you waiting up for me.” He whispers in his deep, raspy voice that drives you absolutely insane.
“Okay.” you say in a similar tone after pressing your lips to harry’s one last time.
Harry gets up and heads towards the door.
“Bye petal, I love you. I’ll be back around 11” He says walking out of the door and shutting it behind him after he hears he yell back an “Okay, babe. I love you too.”
*present*
It was 1:47am, and Harry wasn’t back yet. You knew he wasn’t actually going to get back by 11:00 pm. You weren’t mad though. You know he tends to lose track of time. And he’s aloud to have fun after all.
But you do usually go to bed around the time Harry was planning on being back, and not only did Harry don’t want you staying up waiting, but you were also exhausted.
you decide to go up to bed, laying down on Harry’s side of the bed, as you do whenever he’s not there, liking the idea of laying where he usually lays.
You had been asleep for about an hour when you wake up to the sound of harry coming into the house.
You sit up and wait for him to come upstairs.
He soon enters him and his girlfriend shared bedroom, his eyes visibly lighting up when he sees her, making her heart swell.
“Hi lovieee.” He slurs.
Yup, he’s definently drunk.
You take in his appearance. His flushed face, and glazed over eyes. His lips a deeper shade of pink than normal. And hair a bit messier than it was before he left, as if he’s been sweating. But he somehow looked just as amazing as he did earlier.
“Hi baby.” you laugh lightly, slightly amused by his drunken state.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yeah. They dared me to take 5 shots or go makeout with some random girl on the dance floor. I swear I wasn’t planning on getting this drunk.” He says defensively. It warms your hear a little that even when he’s drunk, he is still completely faithful, although it doesn’t surprise and your wouldn’t expect anything less.
He gets into bed and cuddles up against you, burrying his face into the pillow against your neck.
“Your hair tickles my neck.” He giggles adorably.
You laugh again, staring at your adorable boyfriend in awe.
You love him so much.
Harry looks up at you and stares at you for a moment, before burying his face back into the crook of her neck, casually mumbling “Your so pretty.”
“Thank you. Your pretty too.” You giggle again. That’s what you love about him. Even when he’s drunk and doesn’t even know what he’s doing, he still manages to make you laugh, and fall more in love with him.
After a couple minutes of comfortable silence, when you are sure Harry’s asleep, you realize your incorrect as he speaks up again, so quietly it’s almost inaudible.
“Y/N.”
“Yes, baby.” You whispers back, running you fingers through his beautiful hair.
“I’m going to marry you.” He says.
You don’t say anything. You just let’s his words sink in, getting intense butterflies.
That’s the effect he has in you, even when he piss drunk.
After about ten minutes, laying in bed, staring at your sleeping boyfriend in complet adoration, you reach over to the lamp on the nightstand, turning it off, and soon after, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
You wake up at about 9am, to see Harry next to you in bed still asleep.
Harry usually wakes up pretty early. Early as in 7am.
You lays there for a few more moments, scrolling through your phone, before getting up and heading to the kitchen.
You open the kitchen cabinet, and grab a bottle of painkillers, and open the fridge, getting out a cold bottle of water, before heading back to the bedroom and putting the two items on the nightstand for Harry when he wakes up.
He wasn’t too, too wasted when he came home last night but he was definitely pretty drunk. He wasn’t a lightweight but he often got bad hangovers the next morning. So you just want to be prepared.
You then continue with your morning routine, showering, brushing her teeth, and washing your face, before putting on your usual lounging clothes, which is some booty shorts, and one of Harry’s T-shirts.
When you’re done getting ready for a lazy day around the house, you start up breakfast, which is eggs, bacon, sausage, and waffles. You and Harry both prefer waffles over pancakes.
You’re standing at the stove, scrolling through your phone, waiting for the food to finish. It’s just about done when you hear Harry walking a little faster than usual, on the floor above you, and hearing the bathroom door shut soon after.
Knowing what’s happening, you turn the food off, because it’s pretty much done anyways, and head upstairs, not surprised to hear Harry being sick in the bathroom.
You lightly knock on the door. “You good in there?”
After a few seconds of silence, him probably trying to regain himself, you hear him mumble quietly, but loud enough for you to hear him “I honestly don’t know why I fucking do this to myself.”
You laugh at the misery he’s caused himself earning a blunt “shut up.” from Harry, causing you to try to stifle you laughter a little, realizing that you probably shouldn’t just laugh at him like that.
But you don’t care enough to stop picking on him. “I have a very big breakfast for you downstairs when your done.” you mock, laughing again when you hear Harry gag at the idea of food, considering he wasn’t feeling the greatest in that very moment.
You decides to try and be a little less obnoxious by telling him about the painkillers and water on the nightstand in their bedroom.
He gives you a simple “Okay.” You decide you actually going to stop giving him such a hard time, and you just went back to the kitchen.
You pour two classes of orange juice, one for you and one for Harry, and sit at the table and eat, waiting for Harry to come down.
He finally comes down and sits at the table across from you, and eats his food.
You guys sit in comfortable silence, practically inhaling your food. “Thanks, petal.” He says casually, in between bites. “Your welcome.” You hum back, more focused on the food than anything else.
You finish your plate before Harry does, too busy scrolling through your socials to get up and put your plate in the sink just yet.
Harry finishes his food, a couple minutes after you, immediately getting up to put his plate away, grabbing yours too, just from force of habit.
“Thank you.” You say gratefully.
“mhm.” He says in response.
You love how even when he’s the one sick, and not feeling well, he’s always so charming.
You go into the living room to sit on the couch, Harry following close behind. You sit on the couch as Harry does the same, cuddling up against you. You wrap the both of you in the blanket you guys keep on the couch.
You absentmindedly massage his head. “How do you feel?” You ask, referring to his hangover.
“A bit better. M’head is still pounding though.”
You lean down and place a kiss on top of his head, and continue massaging his head, not only because you love the feeling of his messy, but silky hair against your fingertips, but it could potentially soothe his sickeningly painful migraine.
You hand him the TV remote, and let him pick something to watch, which is unsurprisingly The Notebook.
You guys are about 40 minutes into the movie when you look down to see Harry, still resting his head on your lap, but now sleeping peacefully.
You stare down at him, completely in love.
Sometimes you feel like you don’t tell him enough how much you love him, but then you realize you can’t. You love him with everything you’ve got and more, and there’s no way to put it all into words.
You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize you fell asleep until you woke up in the same spot you fell asleep in.
You grab your phone and looked at the time. The clock reads 2:17. Damn. We slept that long? you think to yourself.
You suddenly realize the Harry is no longer laying on your lap anymore, but feel a sense of relief when you look up and see that he’s sitting next to you on the couch, scrolling away through his phone, with some random show on the TV.
He feels your stirring and looks over at you, smiling when he sees your awake. “Hi, darling.” He says affectionately.
“Hello.” You smile back. “How long have you been awake?”
“I dunno. I think I woke up about 30 minutes ago.” He says.
You guys just sit in silence, you watching whatever the hell this is on TV, while Harry mindlessly scrolls through twitter. You guys just enjoying each other’s company.
You look over at him and see that his eyes have their natural glow back, and his skin as gained it’s color back.
“You look like you feel a lot better, babe.” You say matter of factly.
“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine now.”
After being silent again for a few seconds, he speaks again.
“M’starving though.” He almost mumbles. You giggle at him. “Yeah me too. Should I cook something up really quick? I could go pick something up.” You rattle off options.
He shakes his head. “Honestly that all sounds like too much work. I just want to stay here and cuddle with you.” He says lazily, causing you to laugh, which makes him laugh as well.
“Should we just order takeout?” You suggest.
He nods in response.
“Chinese?”
He nods again.
You emediatly call the Chinise food place that you and Harry eat at. You have the number saved in your phone since you guys eat there pretty often.
The phone rings only twice, before you hear a familiar voice saying the all to familiar phrase “Hello, how may I help you?”
You tell her the same thing you tell her everytime.
“Can I get an orange chicken with a side of white rice, and a small shrimp lo mein please?”
The phone call is over in an extremely short amount of time.
While you guys wait for the food to arrive, you guys search around netflix, trying to find something to watch. You guys come across a random comedy, and decide to give that a shot, hoping and praying it’s actually funny.
About 20 minutes into the movie, you guys can say it’s actually pretty hilarious.
You and Harry both have super contagious laughs, so the combination of the both of you laughing at each other, and the movie actually being kind funny has the both of you almost in tears.
You guy’s laughing fit is interrupted by a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it.” Harry says, still laughing a bit.
Just as expected, it’s you guy’s food being delivered. You stare at the paused TV screen as you wait for Harry to come back with the food.
You kinda hear another voice, and you can’t makeout what they’re saying, but you do hear Harry saying “Thank you. Have a nice day.” before closing the door.
He comes back to you with a bag of food, the both of you digging through the bag, taking things out making sure you each have your own stuff.
Once you both are situated, you unpause the movie and go back to watching, and laughing, sometimes missing parts of the movie because your too focused on eating.
Today, you guys were having a pretty lazy, uneventful day, that only consisted of sleeping, lounging, eating, and Harry being hungover. But there’s never a dull or boring moment when you’re with each other. You guys can entertain each other better than anything, or anyone else. It’s a good day, because you’re spending it with each other.
