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jawllines · 7 years

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maybe like y/n coming home HELLA late from something and she accidentally wakes harry up and hes a lil grumpy bc he fell asleep waiting for her BUT he watches her get in her pjs and still cuddLES her when she gets into bed.... im just in need of sleepy harry & something hella fluffy :')

When Y/N comes home, the clock in the foyer reads 2:42AM, she’s got a crick in her neck, and is a tiny bit fumbled from the drinks she had. Her friends invited her out for dinner, which turned into going back to one of their houses and drinking, which then turned into Y/N losing her bra somewhere, and now she’s nipping hardcore. The air had grown much chillier than when she’s left originally and goosebumps riddled what was bare of her -- the dress covered what it needed to, but her legs and arms were suffering.

Try as she might to be quiet upon entry, it seems nearly impossible. Marshmallow the cat decided to trip her up in the hallway, when she kicked off her shoes one flew and knocked into the wall, and the wind just about slammed the door shut. Though she wasn’t all too worried, because her boyfriend could sleep through an earthquake, she’s sure of it.

Harry had been a little peeved she was going out tonight, because he’d been feeling extra cuddly all day, and wanted to Eat some curry and ravish you but she couldn’t cancel, and she didn’t much want to either. There was always something comforting about Harry waiting for her at home -- she’d imagined him grousing about with a furrow in his brow, watching British Bake Off and snacking like his previous movie diet wouldn’t allow. A more selfish part of her pictured him nipping at his lip and scrolling through her twitter or instagram, just to see her, because that’s what she did when she missed him (in reality she knows he probably just ate and doodled, or wrote some of a song maybe, but she’s allowed to pretend isn’t she?).

The last she’d heard from Harry was around 9-ish when she said she was going to her friend’s flat and he’d told her to be careful. I’ll be waiting for you he promised and Y/N thinks he’d probably given up, since it’d been so late. Though as she stumbles into the living room, she sees Harry slumped over on the couch, with the TV a low murmur of flickering lights dancing across his body. He’s fallen asleep with a furrowed brow and pouty lips and he looks so cute, she thinks she could explode. He really did wait for her, albeit falling asleep, he did try, and it makes her heart expand ten fold.

Tip toeing through the living room, she heads towards the kitchen to sate the growling in her stomach. In the microwave there is a plate done up for her, and the timer is already set for her to just push START. While it heats up she grabs herself a water bottle from the fridge, as gentle as she could be and as quiet as the packaging would allow. She stops the food before it hits END, and remains by the counter to eat, scrolling through twitter while she stuffs her face. Afterwards she heads upstairs to grab a blanket and pajamas so she could snuggle up with Harry without having to make him move.

Y/N had thought she’d been good at sneaking around the house, but it’s apparent that she wasn’t doing as well as she thought. Arms full of bundled up blanket and her clothes thrown loosely on her shoulder, she comes back to the living room to find Harry knuckling at his eyes, still with a very grumpy expression. “G’morning, Sunshine.” Y/N teases him, settling the blanket down on one end of the couch and he watches with eyes squinted against the light of the TV, grunting in response.

He doesn’t say anything, just pouts and watches as she peels off her clothes in favor of changing into an oversized, long sleeved pajama shirt and soft fabric shorts. “C’mon lay down for me, Pet,” she murmurs to him, motioning and helping him fix himself on the couch so that she could stretch the comforter over him. Then she leans in, pecks a kiss at the crinkle in his forehead, and she was about to skip off to was the dish she left in the sink real fast but Harry reached out for her. Spidery fingers encircling her arm and giving her a tug down, pulling the blanket up so she could get beneath it.

And who was Y/N to deny a sleepy, soft face, Harry, whose eyes are bleary and whose brain is still trying to figure the world out through his post-nap daze. “Did ya have fun?” He croaks, voice a little scratchy and it makes Y/N want to pinch his cheeks.

“Yeah it was nice. Dani got in a tiff with the restaurant owner -- scorned lovers and all that, I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”

Harry hums lowly, nodding before letting his eyes flicker shut, “Missed you.” She’s fairly certain he’s out to get her, truly, with how positively precious he’s being, especially when he swallows her up in his arms and pulls her close, “Taking you to lunch, t’morrow.”

Smiling, Y/N kisses beneath his chin fondly, “Okay sleepyhead.”

It’s only a few moments later that the tell tale signs of Harry being asleep -- from the evening of his breath, to a gentle snore -- start appearing. So Y/N snuggles further into his body and sets herself on slumber as well.

Coming home to Harry, might just be one of her favorite things.

#BLURBS #FLUFF #FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF #BLURB #anon

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