false god
PAIRING harry styles x reader
SUMMARY harryâs having trouble finding enough time to spend with y/n, even after she drops everything and joins him on tour. when they talk, they only seem to argue. when they donât, they only seem to fuck.
WARNINGS sheâs an angsty oneâ lots of miscommunication, poorly executed arguments, and general couple fighting content. BUT!! there is lots of really cute fluff at the end :> also, beware of smutty content such as soft!dom harry (my favorite), oral (f!receiving, implied m!receiving), unprotected p in v, a brief hesitation to get naked on y/nâs part, an even more brief mention of bondage play, harry leaves like one love bite, and tooth-rotting holding each other while having sex content. lmk if i missed anything!
WORD COUNT 5.5k
AUTHORâS NOTE fun fact this was supposed to be done months ago and then literally everything that could have gotten in my way did just that. but sheâs here now!! writing this was a challenge but i feel so good about it now that itâs complete and i canât wait for you all to read it. please lmk you enjoyed by leaving feedback and/or reblogging!! special thanks to @cherryjuiceblues for beta reading for me <3 ily <3
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âharry, it doesnât matter ifââ
âit does to me!â
âhey, there are two people in this relationship, you know.â
âyeah, anâ one of âem feels like right shit on whatâs meant to be the greatest tour of his life! doesnât that mean anythinâ to you?â
âof course it does, i justââ
âreally? âcause yâcouldâve fooled me, love.â
âharry, i swear, if you interrupt me one more time, iâm booking the next flight home.âÂ
⊠tour had been going really well for harry! he was playing back to back sold out shows in some of the biggest cities in the world, with adoring fans lining up by the thousands, itching to hear him sing live. heâd already had some really sweet interactions on stage, and no crazy mishaps had occurred (he was especially proud of himself for having ensured everyoneâs safety so far). just in the last week alone, heâd been nominated for three different awards for his newest album and performances. anyone could see that he was living a dreamâ the dream, really. the kind that only comes true once in a blue moon.Â
and yet⊠tour had been going really poorly for harry. now, he doesnât like to complain about much; he knows just how fortunate he is, and actively tries to see the bigger picture when frustrated. but it was really hard to zoom out of his particular situation when he was so zeroed in on a particular aspect that had been bugging him for weeksâ y/n.Â
donât get him wrong! y/n herself wasnât what was bothering him. it was more so her presence, and his⊠lack thereof.Â
if thereâs one thing harry prides himself on more than anything, itâs being an attentive loverâ even in the most innocent and platonic of ways. he tries his absolute hardest to be a supportive brother, a considerate son, a (hopefully) decent role model to those who look up to him, and especially a present, loving boyfriend. and for the most part, heâs just as successful in those aspects as he is in his career. in fact, y/n regularly speaks of how harry treats her like she hangs the stars in the sky just for him, how he makes her feel like the most special girl in the world.Â
but this tour was taking its toll, and harry was taking it out on y/n. heâs never been great at communicating everything in the most positive of waysâ thatâs where he turns to songwritingâ and heâd let his emotions get the better of him after letting them build up for the past couple of weeks. he wasnât proud of himself, but he needed an outlet.Â
harry didnât mean to start the fight. but when y/n asked him where heâd been after a last minute management meeting following that nightâs show kept him an extra half hour later than he said heâd be, it was like all the frustration just erupted. inadequacy is one of his least favorite feelings (next to loneliness), and being a barely-there or only-sometimes-there boyfriend couldnât be more of a trigger for that particular emotion.Â
now here they were, vexation filling the tour bus around them like a fog they could barely see through, inhaling it with every breath and releasing it back into the atmosphere surrounding them. harry huffed out a sigh, arms crossed and brow furrowed as he angrily looked out the window of the tour bus to distract himself for a moment, having to mentally step away from the argument at hand, even if just for a few seconds. watching as the dark streets outside shined with the headlights of other vehicles, he found himself wishing he were in one of them. it would be nice to be in a car alone, nothing but his thoughts and some music to keep him company.Â
but he had real company. she was standing not six feet away from him, emulating his defensive position with her arms drawn across her own chest, jaw clenching and relaxing every other moment. when he finally turned to look at her again, he exhaled loudly.Â
âwe were crazy to think that this could work,â he mumbled, barely audible to y/n, but she was able to make it out.Â
even when they fought, the girl seemed to be in sync with him, inhaling deeply, subconsciously countering his previous expulsion of breath. the yin to his yang.
âwhat are you talking about?â
harry groaned at her words. how didnât she get this? ây/n, iâm never around! i wake up when youâre still asleep, prepare for the day, go to the venue, help set up the stage, sound check, rehearse a bit, and then âm off tâgo get ready for a show that lasts two hours. almost each night! i come back exhausted and aching to sleep! where dâyou see yourself fitting in there?â
when y/n realized it was her turn to speak again, she said, âfirst off, do you think you could please calm down a little? i canât talk to you when youâre like this.â
his eyes narrowed. âlike what?â
âwhen youâre acting like a child, harry! i mean, for godâs sake, iâm not nine! i can handle hanging out on my own for a few days at a time and just getting to cuddle with you at night until you have a day off. itâs not like i donât have things to do throughout the day, too.â
while harry tended to say things he didnât exactly believe in the heat of the moment, y/n meant every word she uttered. she really was content relaxing in the tour bus or a hotel room taking care of work on her laptop, catching up on new episodes of her favorite shows, or even going out to explore whatever new city they were in by herself. harry had breaks between show days once or twice a week, and the thought of having those days to themselves was enough to sate her desire to spend time with him. it annoyed her that he didnât understand that, as sheâd never been the clingy type and was always very self-sufficient.Â
âoh, iâm acting like a child, am i? right, i didnât realize that wanting tâbe present in my relationship with my girlfriend was childish, but hey, you learn something new every day, i sâpose.âÂ
oh, y/n was really starting to seethe now. letting her arms fall to her sides with a frustrated puff, she began again.Â
âgod, harry, youâre not childish for wanting to spend time together! iâm saying you need to realize that iâm perfectly capable of waiting for your days off to really spend time with you. youâre acting like we canât function without each other!â
âthe whole idea of you cominâ on tour with me was to have this time together, y/n,â harry fired back. âif weâre barely going to get to see each other anyways, then whatâs the bloody point?â
âŠ
harry might have spoken too soon. at least, thatâs what he thought as he laid overtop y/n on the tour bus couch, because now the point might very well be getting to just feel her lips on his every now and again.Â
it was late; harry had just come back from a show. usually, heâs too tired to do anything but crash onto a cloud-like mattress after all the jumping around he does on that stage, but this time all he wanted was his girl. itâd started innocently enough, with harry pulling y/n into his lap on the worn, red leather of the couch. his hands roamed along her hips and down to her waist beneath her soft hoodie (which wasnât even technically herâs, but is it really theft if harry just leaves his clothes lying around for her to nab?), exploring the soft expanse of her skin, not straying any lower. her own hands were hidden in his curls, lightly scratching at his scalp in what she hoped were soothing motions.Â
harry knew he was done for once he initiated the kiss. tentative at first, he pressed light pecks along the corner of her mouth, quick and feathery, like he didnât really care if he got to kiss her so much as he got to hold her, or simply be with her. but soon, the eagerness set in, like he wasnât sure when the next time heâd get to have her was, and suddenly he was capturing her mouth with his own, barely giving her a chance to breathe as he tasted her. while harry never really believed in a higher power, he could have sworn he found religion in her lips.Â
things only escalated from there. it wasnât long before harry was wrapping his muscular arms around y/n, so tight that he accidentally squeezed too hard, earning a squeak from the girl. he muttered a hushed but sincere ââm sorry, darling,â to compensate. one hand supported her head, the other splayed across her back as he laid her against the cushions so that he could keep loving on her on the way down. he relished her little whimpers that she tried so hard to suppress, grinning against her jawbone, her neck, any skin he came across on his journey south to more pressing territory.Â
harry didnât bother removing y/nâs hoodie, opting instead to push it up past her naval in favor of gaining access to the waistband of her fluffy sleep shorts. he felt her hands tighten their grip ever so slightly on his shoulders as he hooked his fingers under it, relaxing again when he rubbed the pad of his thumb delicately along her hipbone, reminding her it was only him.Â
it was a thing with y/n. she loved harry, of course she did, and she trusted him more than anyone. and maybe it was the way she was brought up, or perhaps a few poor experiences with sexual partners in the past, but there was always a fleeting moment of anxiety before shedding the clothing barrier before sex. like dipping a toe into a cold lake and hesitating a little, then ultimately deciding that jumping in wouldnât be so bad.Â
harry never pried. the first few times theyâd slept together, he noticed her nerves, and asked her if she was sure she wanted to continue. y/n had said yes each time, and after a while, he stopped asking. but still, whenever he noticed that brief nervous shift, harry gave her a chance to change her mind.Â
this time, he bided his time by sponging tender kisses right above where his fingers were still half hidden under her shorts. he wanted her to feel safe, and taken care of, and he hoped his gentle touches and even breathing could remedy her anxiety. as he waited, harryâs mind driftedâŠ. he was getting lost in the feel of her soft skin, its dips and curves and blemishes. he thought about her waist, how his hands fit so perfectly against its sides; her tummy, and how the muscles there jolted when he tickled them; and her hips⊠god, if y/nâs body was a church, her hips could be the altar. harry was ready to say a prayer right then, thanking every higher power for blessing him with this gorgeous girlâ
âharry?â his loveâs melodic voice interrupted his thoughts, and harryâs eyes snapped up to meet hers, his nose continuing to skim just above her navel. âum⊠you can keep going. please.âÂ
the corner of harryâs mouth quirked upward, and y/n could have sworn she caught a glimpse of mischief in the jade of his irises, but it was gone in an instant, as he wasted no time in stripping her of her bottoms.
âŠ
âgod, h-harry,â panted y/n, her grip on his curls constricting with every lick to her core, ââs so good, ohââ
âwould feel even better if yâstopped trying târun away from me, wouldnât it? donât wanna have to tie you down.â
y/n couldnât help it! it wasnât her fault if harryâs tongue was just too good and her bodyâs natural reaction was to attempt to escape his grip for a little relief. if anything, he should be happyâ theyâd been at this for so long y/n lost count of the minutes, and after two toe-curling orgasms, one would think harryâs jaw could use a break.Â
but that thought flew out the window when y/n remembered who she was metaphorically in bed with.Â
ââm sorryâŠ,â she whimpered, gripping the side of the couch cushion as her eyes squeezed shut.
âdonâ have to be sorry, darling,â harry mumbled against her folds, chin glistening with her arousal as he placed a soft kiss to y/nâs clit, making her jolt in his hold. he breathed a short laugh, adjusting his arms so that one held her upper thigh next to his head, while the other pinned her hips to the red leather, restricting her ability to move. âjusâ wanna make you feel as good as possible, is all. will yâlet me?â
harry turned his head, nipping at the inside of the girlâs thigh, and she gasped at the brief assault on the softest skin of her body, now adorning the mark of his front teeth that she loved so much. she shuddered a breath as best she could, and harry could tell by the way her knuckles were turning white in their grip on the couch that she was trying her best to be good. feeling a twinge of guilt, he figured maybe he should offer her a second to breathe. y/n opened her eyes when she felt harryâs lips retreat from her aching cunt and the weight of his head rest against the love bite.Â
âhey.â
y/n cast her gaze down upon the boy (who looked far too innocent, considering what they were doing) with his cheek laid on her inner thigh, stray hairs tickling her just a tad. playfulness swam in his eyes, but there was an underlying current of concern.Â
âdoinâ okay?â
she nodded, gulping. harry noticed.Â
âbecause we can take a break if you want to. just say the word, okay?â
âi will, i-i promise. but⊠can you please keep going?â
that was all he needed to get right back into it, only with even more fervor than before. when y/n reached her third and final peak of the night, her whole body shook, and harry had the pleasure of getting to watch as he helped her ride out her high. he almost came in his pants, rutting his hips into the sofa, moaning against her core, begging her give it tâme, love, thatâs it.
harry pulled back when she started pushing at his head, whining for relief as he gave one final lap at her core. he grinned at her fucked-out figure as he wiped his face on his forearm, then took her hand that had been grasping at the cushion in one of his, bringing the back of it to his lips for a gentle kiss.Â
âfeel all right, baby?â
âmhm,â she hummed between heaving breaths, glancing at what she assumed could only be a quite painful stiffy between his legs as he sat up, âdo you?â
harry followed her line of vision, offering her a chuckle and an iâm fine, using his free hand to smooth his thumb along her brow. before he could even register it, her palm slipped from the grip of his other hand and traveled down to rub against the bulge in his pants, earning a sharp hiss from her boyfriend and a deep groan soon after.Â
âwhy donât you let me repay the favor?â
âŠ
harry was pretty sure y/n was asleep. if she wasnât, she was definitely on the vergeâ her breaths were deep and even as she laid in his hold, her head on his chest, ear pressed overtop his steadily beating heart. and who could blame her? the eveningâs activities had worn her out, which meant harry had done his job properly. he was more than happy to be wide awake, running his fingertips up and down her arm, inhaling the sweet scent of her fruity body wash while she dreamt if it meant she was rested and content and happy.Â
moments like these made harry think they could get away with it. the long hours spent apart, the hectic schedules, the fighting. sure, it was tough, and yes, they both had a temper that rivaled one anotherâs for the âleast amount of patience awardâ on any given day. but every missing ounce of patience was compensated by double its weight in love. they loved one another enough to make it work.Â
they could make this work.Â
right?
âŠ
âjesus, harry, how do you think that makes me feel? youâd honestly rather i not be here? are you actually that insecure?â
âcâmon, y/n, you know thaâs not what i meant.â
y/n felt like they were going around in circles, having the same fight over and over again. only this time, the couple found themselves in a beautiful hotel room, with a beautiful view overlooking a beautiful city. and instead of getting to enjoy it, y/n was glaring at harry though the vanity mirror, his back facing her as he tamed his wild curls for tonightâs show⊠which he had to leave for in just a few short minutes.Â
the balled up fist on y/nâs hip flew up to her face, fingers flexing to pinch at the bridge of her nose as her eyes squeezed shut for a moment.Â
âi canât believe this. i dropped everything to be here with youâ to support you on the most incredible tour of your careerâ and instead of being happy iâm here as opposed to the alternative of thousands of miles away in a different time zone for months, youâre sitting here bitching about being too tired?âÂ
harry sighed deeply, only infuriating y/n more. âyouâre missing the point. âs not that i donât want you here, or just that âm too tired. âs knowing youâre sitting around by yourself, waiting on me while âm working, when you could be out with friends and family, or sleeping in the comfort of your own bedââ
âthat youâre not in!â the girl loudly interjectedâ how didnât he get this? âi put all those things aside for us, har. itâs not like iâm leaving my life behind for years. christâs sake, the tour is over in two months! but somehow, being away from my home and routine is easier than being in the same room as you right now.â
harry contemplated his next words carefully, turning them over in his head a few times and editing any obvious mistakes, leaving the pair of them to marinate in suffocating silence for a good ten or so seconds before he finally spoke.Â
ây/n⊠i canât be a good boyfriend and a serious artist simultaneously, okay? not while âm on tour. i canât keep losing sleep over how well iâm balancingââ
âokay, you know what, harry? you know what? maybe you should just leave me, then. wouldnât that be easier? youâd be able to sleep better at night, right?â
they both knew she didnât mean it, though harry couldnât lie and say it didnât hurt to hear. but she was pissed, and harry knew better than to try to reason with her when she was like this.Â
when she realized he wasnât going to respond, instead electing to stare brokenly into the mirror, she continued. âyou know damn well how hard i work for this relationship. iâve flown across the oceans that have separated us, driven for hours just to get to see you for, like, oneâ hell, iâve skipped some of my most important classes so we could go to shitty dive bars in the middle of the day together! yeah, remember that? i love you, okay? people who love each other are supposed to be grateful for any time they have together at all, no matter if itâs every day or once a year.â
y/n took a breath, finally cooling down after her heated rant. she took a moment to take in the sight of her boyfriend, dressed so vibrantly, feeling anything but.Â
âthey warned us about times like this,â the defeated tone of y/nâs whisper was enough to finally get harry to say something.Â
âwhat was that, love?â
the girl swallowed the little saliva in her mouth before speaking up a mere decibel. âremember what my parents said? âthe road gets hard, and you get lost when youâre led by blind faith,ââ she imitated her fatherâs deep voice, and if not for the circumstances, harry mightâve laughed.Â
they werenât lost, were they?
âŠ
if there was such a thing as heaven on earth, y/n is pretty sure sheâs been there. in fact, she goes there whenever harry so much as touches her.Â
when he kisses her shin as they lay watching a movie together on the couch, pulling her leg up off his lap and craning his neck downward to meet it in the middle. when he runs his fingers down the bridge of her nose, making an exaggerated boop! noise once he reaches the tip, gently pressing against it like a doorbell. and especially when he has her like this.Â
harryâs arms felt secure wrapped around y/nâs torso, her hips moving back and forth atop his own. the feeling of his cock twitching and shifting inside her while her nipples rub deliciously along his chest made her dizzy, like she had just gotten off a loopy rollercoaster. harryâs back arched just slightly off the plush mattress of their hotel suiteâs bed when y/n gave a little bounce, arms constricting around her and forcing a pleased sigh to fall from her lips.Â
the girl hid her face in the crook of his neck, and harry could feel each and every hot breath against his skin. lost in pleasure, he let his large hands migrate from her hips down to her bum, where he gave a small pinch to the flesh, eliciting a yelp and a small jolt from y/n.Â
âsorry, baby,â he laughed, âcouldnât help mâself.â harry gently flattened his palm against the now tender skin, rubbing there softly in an attempt to soothe the little ache he left. when he felt satisfied, he shifted to rubbing between her shoulder blades instead, his other arm still wrapped around her lower back as she returned to her previous rhythm above him.Â
y/n could tell harry was enjoying himself. his groans alone were evidence enough, not to mention the little utterances of âshit, darling,â and âso good tâme,â he frequently let slip. but perhaps he just needed a bit more to reach his high, because without warning his hands were on her thighs, gripping tightly as he began to thrust upwards into her at a much quicker pace than she had originally setâ it had her seeing stars in a matter of mere seconds.Â
âoh, godâ harry,â y/n gasped out, gripping the edge of the plush pillow by harryâs ear. she could feel him hitting that special spot inside her with every snap of his hips, and she couldnât stop her eyes from rolling back into her head, muscles tightening all throughout her body.Â
âalmost there, angel⊠justâŠ,â harryâs thrusts began to slow, becoming more deliberate, and now he was moving her hips to grind against his each time they met, sending y/n over the edge.Â
y/nâs moans were long and drawn out as she came, body spasms making her hold on more tightly to harry for stability. she didnât even hear him finish, too busy reveling in the euphoric feeling of cumming in his arms, surrounded by warmth and love and feeling the safest she had in a long while.Â
it was moments like these where y/n couldnât fathom how sheâs ever been upset with harry. he was perfect, lying here under her unsteady body, breathing deeply not only to catch his breath, but to take in the smell of her. she wanted this for eternity. and if this was heaven, then surely hell was when they fought with each other.Â
âŠ
y/n thought she was dreaming at first, not used to being roused from her slumber by anything other than her well-timed alarm and the occasional bark of a dog on a nearby street. she expected that after blinking the sleep from her eyes a few times, the vague image of her favorite boy would dissipate, and sheâd fall back into the comfort of her warm pillow. but when she squeezed them shut once, then twice, and her boyfriendâs face was still a foot away from herâs, brushing his fingertips up her nose and along her brow, she set aside her exhaustion in exchange for confusion.
now, harry knew better than to wake y/n up. in most circumstances, sheâd tell him off, or gently kick at him to get him to leave her alone. he found it rather endearing, and itâs one of the reasons heâs so protective of her in her sleepâ always holding her close to keep her safe, shielding her eyes from any light intruding on the space she lay, making sure both their phones were set to âdo not disturb.â but he had to make an exception, just this once.Â
âdarling,â she barely registered his whisper, âwake up fâme, please?â
a whine fell from y/nâs lips, her eyes scrunching shut as she turned her body away from him, which harry knew was code for let me sleep, for fuckâs sake! a smile graced his lips at the action, jotting down a mental note to make this up to her later.Â
compensating for the newfound distance between them, harry scooted closer to her. he kneeled on the floor next to the bed, close to the pillows she rested upon. he laid one arm against the mattress, perching his chin on the back of his wrist. using his free hand, he continued to brush his fingertips lightly against his loveâs cheek, her jawâ all along her face, really. god, her loves her face so much. Â
âplease, baby?â
harry had just come back from one of his best performances yetâ the crowdâs energy was unmatched, the chemistry between him and his band members was palpable, and heâd managed to not get hit with any flying objects all night! but what really did it for him was the fan project he was surprised with at the end of the show. thousands of people in the room wore light-up bracelets that shone pink and blue during one of his favorite songs, âlove of my life.â if harryâs heart had been any more full in that moment, it mightâve exploded right there in his chest.Â
he had been on cloud nine for a moment. but soon, realization washed over him in a way that squeezed at his lungs, stealing his breath for a second. the love of his life was somewhere miles away, probably sitting in their hotel room watching a comfort film, oblivious to anything he was feeling on that stage. he just wanted to go home to her and gush about what had happened, and how he wished sheâd been there, and how it made so much sense that it would happen during âlove of my lifeâ because it was the perfect representation of the amount of love he had for his, and how if sheâd have been there, he would have looked directly at her and smiled the whole time.Â
it made him realize how bloody stupid he was.
in retrospect, the conversation heâd needlessly just woken y/n up for could have waited until morning. but then harry wouldnât have been able to sleep if he didnât tell her he was sorry right away.Â
a groan sounded through the room, followed by the ruffling of bedsheets as the girl turned back over to glare annoyedly at harry. he let out a soft laugh at her behavior.Â
ââm sorry, baby. know you jusâ wanna sleep right now, but âs it okay if we talk for a moâ?â
ânow?â y/n asked in a gravelly voice.
ânow, mâ love.â
with a soft sigh, she relented, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes with her knuckles. harry caught the motion, bringing his hands up to pull hers away from her face. he didnât like when y/n did that, as she always managed to do it too roughly. instead, he held her smaller hands in his own, getting up to sit on the edge of the bed, facing her.Â
âwhat is it?â y/n asked through a yawn. harry looked at her for a momentâ really looked at herâ before responding.
âiâm sorry.â
it took her a moment to register his words. âfor waking me up?â
harry laughed that dreamy laugh she loved so much, and it almost made up for the fact that she was up at twelve thirty in the morning. âno, yâlittle minx. not for that. well, yes, for that, but thatâs not what i meant.â
âwhat are you sorry for, then?âÂ
harry looked at her with an expression y/n couldnât place. it look him a few beats to speak. âi⊠iâm sorry i was such a prick before. i love that youâre here, anâ that i get tâsee you when iâm off. know you put aside a lot for this, anâ i ruined it with mâown problems. didnât mean to.â
y/nâs features softened at the boyâs sincerity, and if it werenât for the warmth his hands encapsulating hers provided, sheâd have reached out and held his face, peppering kisses over every dip and curve.Â
âi know you didnâtâŠ. iâm sorry, too.â
âfor what?â
âi shouldâve listened better. you were trying to tell me how you felt and i just disregarded it. that wasnât very nice of me, either.â
the right corner of harryâs lips tugged upwards, morphing his mouth into that little half-grin y/n adored so much. âthink we can get past it, darling?â
the girl scooted forward the tiniest bit, harryâs magnetic pull too hard to resist. though they were the only two in the room, she whispered, âiâll forgive you if you forgive me.â harry liked how she made something so simple sound like a secret deal between them.
harryâs half-smile quickly quirked up, completing itself, and y/n swooned over his dimples and adorable bunny teeth. a short and quiet breath of a laugh fell past his lips, and for a moment, he just looked at her. but his gaze caught a glimpse of uncertainty in her eyes, and his grin faltered a bit.Â
y/n was always good at hiding her true emotions when she wanted to. not when it really mattered, donât get her wrongâ she wasnât one to take anyoneâs shit. but at dinner with her parents or meetings at work, she was able to pretend she wasnât exhausted or annoyed. it never worked with harry, though. he could read and understand her like his own lyrics, and tonight was no exception. he saw through the mask of humor at her uncertainty, and a pang of guilt bloomed in his chest.Â
he let out a sigh as he beckoned her forward by gently tugging her hands, still in his, toward him. âcâmere, baby,â he said softly, pulling his love into his lap. y/n curled into him, knees tucked upward into her chest as his strong arms found purchase around her frame, holding her tenderly but securely. one of harryâs large hands held the back of her head against him, her ear right over his heart, listening to it beat for her.Â
âlove you like crazy. youâve no idea.â he peppered light kisses to the top of her head, so softly she mightâve missed one or two. âthank you for cominâ anâ sâporting me. means the world, honestly.âÂ
âiâm happy to be anywhere with you, har,â she replied in a voice honey-thick with sleep. âeven if itâs just for a few minutes. always so happy to have you.â
harry closed his eyes, laying back into the pillows, bringing y/n down with him so that she was laying overtop his sturdy body, inhaling his every exhale.Â
âyou have me,â he said, though he was almost certain she didnât hear him, likely already pulled into the void of sleep, drawn in by the comfort of harryâs arms, his smell, him.Â
âyouâll always have me.â
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