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Morning After

✦ Pairing: Dominic Harrison x Reader

✦ Word Count: 1184

✦ Requests: Open | I’ll gladly answer them

A/N: Heyy so I have something new and it’s a Yungblud imagine 💕 after I saw this photo I was like hell yeah, I had to write a morning-after hotel scene for it 😏 it’s soft, full of banter, and just that cozy vibe when you wake up next to someone you really like. Hope you guys enjoy!

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The first thing you notice is the quiet.

Not the kind of quiet that feels empty or lonely, but the sort that has a hum beneath it, like a song waiting to start. The hotel suite is hushed, save for the low whir of the air conditioner and the faint clink of porcelain from somewhere past the bedroom door. You blink awake slowly, stretching under the weight of crisp hotel sheets, and it hits you all at once: last night, the way laughter dissolved into softer things, the warmth of a body beside yours, the comfort of not overthinking for once.

Your hand drifts across the mattress. The space where Dom should be is warm but empty.

You frown, rubbing your eyes. “Dom?” your voice comes out rough, still heavy with sleep.

No answer, only the muted shuffle of something on wheels. Curiosity tugs you out of bed, toes brushing the cool wood floor as you wander toward the sound. The suite smells faintly of strong coffee and room service eggs. Your stomach grumbles in response.

And then you see him.

He’s standing by a cart draped in a white cloth, two silver domes glinting on top, a small vase with a single red rose beside them. His back is to the wardrobe, his hair damp and slicked back from a shower, and a towel is knotted carelessly around his hips. He’s holding a delicate porcelain cup like it’s the most normal thing in the world, lifting it to his lips with exaggerated grace.

Dom notices you, of course. He always does. His eyes flick up, and a grin spreads across his face, equal parts mischief and tenderness.

“Mornin’, trouble,” he says, voice low and playful.

You pause in the doorway, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed even though your heart is doing flips. “You could’ve told me you were leaving the bed. I thought you’d vanished.”

Dom chuckles, setting the cup down with mock elegance. “Vanished? What am I, Houdini?” He lifts the towel at his hip like it’s a cape and bows dramatically. “Ta-da. Still here.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. “Idiot.”

“Ah, there’s my girl,” he says softly, and the teasing slips into something gentler. He gestures toward the cart. “Brought us breakfast. Well, technically some poor sod from room service brought it, but I picked the good bits.”

You pad closer, peeking under one of the domes. Pancakes, golden and stacked high, with a little pot of maple syrup. Under the other: scrambled eggs, toast, roasted tomatoes. Your stomach growls again, louder this time. Dom smirks.

“Knew it,” he says. “Didn’t even need to ask what you wanted. I’ve got you figured out.”

“Oh really?” you tease, grabbing a plate and loading it up. “You’ve known me what, five minutes, and suddenly you’re a mind reader?”

Dom leans against the cart, towel slipping just enough to make your pulse jump. He doesn’t seem to notice,or maybe he does and just enjoys watching you squirm. “Five minutes, one night, a whole lifetime,don’t matter. I’m observant.” He taps his temple. “Got all the details stored up here.”

You arch an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like you pretend you don’t like syrup but you actually drown your pancakes in it when you think no one’s watchin’.”

Your cheeks flush. “That was one time.”

He winks. “Sure it was.”

You sit on the edge of the bed with your plate, shaking your head at him. He grabs his coffee and perches on the arm of a chair across from you, still towel-clad, looking annoyingly effortless. For a moment you both just eat in silence, the clink of cutlery and the occasional satisfied hum filling the space.

Finally, you glance up. “So… this is weird.”

Dom quirks a brow. “Weird good or weird bad?”

“Good,” you admit quickly, then soften. “Just… different. Waking up like this.”

He studies you for a long second, then sets his cup down, serious now. “Different’s not bad. I like different.”

You push a piece of pancake around your plate. “You’re not exactly the breakfast-in-bed type, though.”

Dom smirks. “How would you know? Maybe I do this all the time. Maybe I’m a proper gentleman every mornin’.”

“Mm-hm,” you say skeptically.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Alright, you caught me. Usually I roll out of bed, grab me boots, and leg it before anyone notices. But…” His voice drops. “Didn’t want to leg it this time.”

The words hang in the air, heavier than the steam from your coffee. You look up at him, searching his face for some kind of punchline, but all you find is honesty.

“You mean that?” you ask softly.

Dom nods, no theatrics this time. “Yeah. I mean it.”

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The city hums faintly outside the window, but inside, everything feels suspended. You think about last night,the laughter, the vulnerability, the way he’d looked at you like you were something rare. And now here he is, wrapped in a towel, eating eggs off a hotel cart, still looking at you like that.

“Dom,” you start, unsure of what you want to say.

He cuts in gently. “You don’t have to say anythin’. Just… I wanted you to know.”

You let out a shaky laugh, trying to ease the tension. “You realize you’re confessing all this while half-naked with coffee breath, right?”

He grins, relieved. “Sexy, innit?”

You throw a napkin at him. He dodges, laughing, and the heaviness lifts, replaced by something lighter.

“C’mere,” he says, patting the empty space beside him on the chair.

You hesitate for half a second, then move over, perching on the arm while he shifts to make space. His arm slips naturally around your waist, pulling you closer until your head rests against his shoulder. The towel rustles, but you don’t care. For a while, you just sit like that, sharing quiet bites of toast, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your side.

Finally, you break the silence. “So what happens now?”

Dom hums thoughtfully. “Well, I was thinkin’ we finish breakfast, I attempt to make you laugh so hard you choke on your coffee, we take a walk ‘round the city, and then maybe,if you’re lucky,I’ll let you nick me hoodie.”

You laugh. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know,” he admits. His voice softens again. “But I dunno, love. I don’t wanna make promises I can’t keep. What I can say is… I like this. I like you. And I don’t want it to just be last night.”

Your chest tightens in a way that’s both terrifying and comforting. You tilt your head to look at him, finding his eyes already on you.

“I don’t want it to be just last night either,” you whisper.

Dom smiles then, slow and genuine, and leans down to press a quick, tender kiss to your forehead. “Good. Then we’ll figure it out, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathe.

And for the first time in a long time, “different” doesn’t feel so scary. It feels like the start of something real.