I deeply apologize for not publishing another chapter yesterday as promised, so this will be a long update :)
cw: smut
Harry's Pov:
I was headed home and I heard my phone ding and I knew who it was, I smiled knowing it was from her.
I've came home to her asleep on the couch twice this week and I was sure I was going to have to carry her upstairs again when I arrived home this time. I didn't mind carrying her upstairs, having her close in any way especially after a stressful and long work day is heavenly.
I could be stressed out of my mind, but as soon as I see her it was like all of that was completely nonexistent.
I missed her.
I felt awful for not being home more, but we needed the money. I was exhausted and really needed a break, but we couldn't afford for me to take any days off or for me to stop collecting extra hours.
I looked like this 12 hour shift beat my ass brutally.
My eyes were bloodshot and red, they honestly burned and I wasn't sure if that was because of the lack of sleep or the fact I'm wide eyed all day trying to keep my eyes open.
There was hardly anyone on the road at this hour which I was grateful for because I was less worried about hitting another vehicle if I fell asleep at the wheel. I was doing everything in my power to keep that from happening.
I was blasting music, readjusting my grip on the wheel, moving my head side to side as a failed attempt to pop my neck, and bouncing my left leg.
"Fuck me" I whispered to myself after I had pulled into the driveway, I was thankful I made it home but honestly if I didn't have Y/n to go inside to I would probably just have fallen asleep right here and not have given a single shit about it.
But I gotta get her off our couch and into our bed or she's going to be sore as hell tomorrow.
Perks of having a cheap couch.
It takes everything in me to get out of my car and go inside, I was sure I was just going to fall over and pass out right then and there.
But I also didn't want to give Y/n even more of a reason to worry about me so I dragged my ass inside, she has every reason to be worried I look like shit and have seriously been neglecting my appearance to get in some extra sleep even if it's only just a few minutes.
Those few minutes felt like hours.
I tell her I'm fine, but I also know she's not an idiot and she knows that's far from the truth it's just neither of us bring it up. I don't feel like myself and I definitely don't feel like a good boyfriend.
I know I am because if I wasn't so in love with her I wouldn't be taking on so many hours and neglecting everything to keep our shared home and bills paid.
I just miss doing couple things like dates, kissing her, just laying together in bed in the mornings, and actually having conversations.
I miss the sex too.
I smiled seeing her sound asleep on the couch with an empty coffee cup on our coffee table, I knew she tried waiting up for me and I admired it.
It was cute.
She's so great.
She jumped as I wrapped one arm under her legs and the other under her back to try and carry her up the stairs and get her in bed, she was also going to freeze to death on our couch with nothing but a thin blanket over herself.
