You stir slightly, registering the emptiness in your bed. Hearing the faint sound of the front door closing, followed by the soft drum of footsteps, you turn over just as the door to your bedroom opens.
"Harry?"
He closes the door behind him as softly as he can. "Sorry babe. Go back to sleep," he whispers to you. You feel the bed dip as he leans over to place a kiss on your forehead.
"Harry it's 3 am. What were you doing?" You might be half asleep, but you're worried about why he was out of the house in the middle of the night. He only does that when-
"I couldn't sleep. Went for a walk," he speaks the words you were just about to finish saying in your head.
Reaching up towards him, you wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him down to you. Laying his head against your shoulder, he shuffles to lay the rest of his body down next to you. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulls you closer to his body, completely entangling himself with you.
"Nervous about filming tomorrow," you ask as your fingers play with the now short locks of his hair.
He nods his head in response. "Nervous, excited, scared." You notice the slight crack in his voice at the end of his sentence. Pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, you see the worry written all over his face.
"What's scaring you?"
Looking up at you through his lashes, his eyes grow bigger with the emotions most likely building up in his chest. "I just want to be good," he admits softly, never breaking eye contact.
"Harry." You take in a deep breath before continuing. "You're amazing. You've already shown them how good you are, and how much you care about this project. You are going to blow them away tomorrow. You blow me away every day."
Eyes still locked on each other's, Harry slowly lets a smile creep onto his face. "Thank you," he says as he stretches his neck up to press his lips to yours. Sharing in the gentlest of kisses you look back into his eyes when he pulls away. Placing his head back on your shoulder, he snuggles further into you.
"I love you," you say, returning your fingers to his hair.
"I love you more," he mumbles back, already half asleep.
