y/n's pov:
hey are you going to be home soon babe?
delivered.
He's probably driving.
I had glanced at my phone for the last time tonight as the familiar heaviness of my eyes and soft hum of the living room tv began to lull me to sleep, it was the third time this week that I had fallen asleep on the couch.
Waiting for him to come home.
Longing for him throughout the day became a familiar feeling, and I knew he was tired and beat. He would wake up early and come home at ungodly hours when the world should be fast asleep.
I miss him.
He tells me he's fine, but it's hard to believe him with his under eye circles so dark they look like bruises and his heavy eye bags.
He's not distant, but he seems withdrawn from me and everything else around him. He can hardly even focus on a basic task let alone manage to express his affections.
I know he's putting forth as much effort as he can give right now, but he's so exhausted and burnt out.
What the fuck?!
"it's me, go back to sleep baby." He spoke huskily, his voice filled with nothing but exhaustion and desperation.
Way to give me a heart attack Harry.
I groaned and nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, "I tried waiting up." I mumbled against his warm skin.
"I know, I saw your coffee on the table" He whispered, but the mini heart attack he gave me woke me up so I wasn't tired anymore.
His jump scare was like a shot of adrenaline so I was pretty alert now.
"I drunk so many I honestly probably had a sugar crash, you know I'm awake you don't have to carry me" I spoke softly maintaining the quiet manner and the quietness around us.
3 cups to be exact with a shit ton of sugar.
Although it felt nice to be in his arms wrapped up so close to him, I knew he was far too tired to be trying to carry me, we probably wouldn't make it up the stairs if he wasn't able to put me down soon.
He sat me down too tired to fight me back and he kissed my forehead gently allowing me to stabilize a little and adjust to being on my feet.
I appreciate the gentle touches and kisses but recently I've learned not to get used to them.
"get comfy in bed i'll heat up your dinner" I whispered although he had just carried me upstairs.
I gently rubbed his chest and he closed his eyes relishing in the feeling, I knew he was touch deprived too.
He looked beautiful.
"Mkay" he whispered and pecked my lips, I pecked back, my cheeks heating up and I wanted to burst with excitement, that was the first kiss on my lips I had gotten from him in a while.
Recently it's been just gentle touches and forehead kisses.
I missed his kisses as much I missed him.
