a super short fluffy blurb about two lovers. i love them so much and i missed them. i hope you love them the way i do! thanks for reading!
ALSO THANKS FOR 420K READS HAHAHA anyways
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The farm is technically Nisha's, but that doesn't mean Harry's not there all the time. All the time as in 7 in the morning to midnight sometimes, just helping her around the area, cooking, cleaning, and talking with the animals as if they'll talk back. You know, the usual.
That's what a regular weekday looks like. Nisha suspects he's really only hanging out with her until he's dead tired to distract himself from the bar exam results that have begun to roll out through the state, and he's yet to get this letter. Asking him about it really isn't a good idea because his face pales and his hands start trembling, and then he's avoiding you for the whole day. It's best to just assure him he did well, and then let him hang out like a lost puppy.
This particular lost puppy has her whole heart. She's given up many of her daily routine aspects that she does alone simply because Harry loves to push himself in. Invited or not. She'll be making tea in the morning and Harry will come by and sit at her table as if she told him to. She's even given him a key to the house, which means whenever he wants to come in, he's there.
Like currently, at 7am, Harry's slithering into her bed, tightly wrapping his arms around her middle. He presses his face into her neck, her back meeting his chest firmly when he tugs her down the bed and against his body.
"Good morning," he whispers, breathing her in. It's a little weird to admit, but Nisha always smells good in the morning because of the four hundred creams she lays on her face and neck before going to bed. Once, Harry timed how long it took her to finish up, and it was a whopping twenty minutes. Seriously concerning, but she came out of the bathroom with a dazzling smile and her hair in a bun, glowing. It probably works. She's been trying to get him to put a few on his face, but he says sunscreen is enough.
She doesn't move so he begins to press soft kisses to her jaw, taking his time to ensure he covers every inch of skin. He drapes a leg over her to make sure she doesn't move away from him as she does when she realizes how ticklish the kisses are. Her skin is soft, her breathing is soft, the way she melts into his body unconsciously is soft.
"Hey," he murmurs, still kissing, now making his way to her ear. "Hey, wake up."
He's never met anyone who sleeps as soundly as Nisha.
"Neesh," he quietly insists, giving her a little shake. "Want me to make you breakfast?"
She doesn't like when Harry makes breakfast because he makes his drinks too strong and his toast on the verge of being burnt.
After a few moments, her shoulder drops and she tilts her head back, giving him a full view of her neck. He silently laughs to himself and presses his lips to her neck again, arms tight around her again. "Hi."
"Hi," she mutters in her pillow. "What's the time?"
"7. You're going into town today aren't you?"
Nisha's legs stretch under the sheets. She turns and looks at him sleepily, giving him a sweet smile. Harry's heart melts when her eyes close, gently laying his hand on her face. Every day he thanks his lucky stars that his beautiful neighbor became his lover. She hums against his warm palm, pushing her cheek into it. He can't help but lean in and softly kiss her forehead.
"Can I go with you?" he asks, kissing down to her eyelids and the bridge of her nose. She nods and grabs his shirt, snuggling closer to him. He'll give her five more minutes.
