Wish Upon A Star [H.S]

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It's just past 8 o'clock on a Saturday morning. She had snuck into his room again last night, the third time this week. He doesn't mind it though, he loves falling asleep next to her and loves waking up to her even more. When she starts tossing, he's subconsciously bringing her deeper into his embrace, nuzzling his nose in her floral scented hair.

"Go back to sleep," his voice is low and scratchy. When he peeks an eye open, she's already wide awake. Y/n turns on her side and traces his features with her slender fingers. She pokes the spot where his dimple would be, and he cheekily attempts to bite her. Y/n gasps, a soft giggle escaping her. Harry rolls them over, so he can lie on top of her. He buries his face in the crook of her neck and lets her feel the weight of him.

"You're such a prat," she jokingly reprimands. She can feel him nod against her.

"I love you too, baby," he rasps into her skin. One of her hands is stroking his hair, while the other is rubbing soothingly up and down his back. He hums in appreciation and places a kiss to her collarbone. They lay in each other's arms for a few more moments, before the rumbling of her tummy is breaking the silence.

"I'm hungry," she declares. "Let's go down, yeah?" If she's waiting for a reply, she's tough out of luck. He's already softly snoring on top of her. She rolls her eyes and uses all her strength to roll him onto his back. He lands on the bed with a grunt, but it's not enough to stir him from slumber.

Y/n slowly makes her way down the stairs. A delicious smell had greeted her once she stepped out into the hallway. In the kitchen, Eric and Anne are preparing breakfast. Her father stands in front of the griddle, showing off his impressive cooking skills to his wife. Anne laughs, playfully swatting his bum in response to some dirty joke when she spots her daughter from the corner of her eye.

"Dad's making pancakes!" she says, motioning for her to come over. Y/n first makes herself a cuppa, before moving to stand next to her father. The aroma of melting chocolate is filling her nose, and she gives him a gracious kiss on the cheek.

"Extra chocolate chips, right?" she teases, fully aware that he would never forget.

"Of course, I'm no amateur, yeah?" he jokes back. Y/n hugs her dad, like the daddy's-girl she proudly is. "A kiss and a hug? Anne, we best stock up on mix. I'm making this every morning!"

She and her mother share a laugh, then go to take a seat at the table. Just as Eric places the big stack on the surface, Harry trudges in looking half asleep. He mutters a 'good morning' before he's grabbing his mug and filling it with coffee. Black, of course. His eyes are barely open when he takes his seat next to Y/n. Underneath the table, she's rubbing her foot against his leg. Suddenly he's jolted awake and more aware of his surroundings. Y/n laughs at how cute he is and begins stacking her plate with pancakes.

Breakfast is full of the sound of utensils clinking together and conversation about how their week had been. Eric had been away on business for a few days, so the family values this much needed catch-up time. While he tries to listen attentively, they're all being drowned out by what he's got on his mind. "You mum's and I's anniversary is coming up, was thinking we could take a trip somewhere to celebrate," he states. His wife and kids all nod excitedly at his proposal.

Harry is the first to respond, "Where are you thinking?" Eric smirks, holding back on the secret for a while longer. He loves how eager they all look. Y/n starts complaining that the anticipation is going to make her combust if he doesn't tell them soon.

There's a dramatic pause, "How does Santorini sound?"

***

They're watching some American crime show on the telly. He's fully immersed in it, but she's too busy texting Carrie about their upcoming trip to pay it any attention. Her legs are resting in his lap and he lovingly squeezes at her thigh every now and then. This is all they can manage when they're at home with their parents. It's been two years since they've embarked on this relationship, and to say they've become pros at keeping it hidden would be an understatement.