The Tutors Lessons |HS|

Chapter 41

JAS P.O.V

It won't be so bad having Harry sleeping in my room, I mean he's not sleeping with me. So I guess it's okay.

My head feels fuzzy as I imagine Harry's long arms wrapped around me if we slept together.

I mentally scold myself for over thinking and slip on my pyjamas, which is a pair of pink cotton pants and this white t-shirt which is pretty tight on me.

I would change it if I could, but I can't be asked.

I pull my hair up into a messy bun and walk out, I notice Harry's eyes raking down my body.

Too late to change the t-shirt now.

I feel my cheeks flush and walk awkwardly towards my bed before turning the light off.

I hear Harry shuffling around on the floor, I hope his sleeping comfortably enough.

I avoid asking him, because I don't wanna call him.

You like that effect it has on him when you call him Daddy though.

"Jas?" Harry says snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Mhmm" I hum looking up at the pitch black room.

"Do you always sleep in the dark?" there's a bit of an edge to his voice.

He sounds shaken.

"Uh yeah" I chirp.

Is he scared of the dark?

I sit up on my bed.

"Harry, you aren't afraid of the dark. Are you?" I whisper.

There's no reply.

It makes my heart melt that his such a softy to be afraid of the dark like that.

Without having to think twice I lean over to the right and switch on my bed stand lamp.

A relived sigh comes from Harry and I pop my head out over to his side on the floor.

I find find Harry wrapped in the blankets, there isn't much light in the room but from the lamp there's just about enough for me to focus on his illuminated face.

My hair is dropping down as I steady my head over him.

"Aww Harry, your afraid of dark" I coo childishly.

"No" he huffs not looking up from my phone.

"Are you sure?" I raise my brow.

"So you wouldn't mind if I turn it off.."I trail off as I stretch my hand out for the lamp switch.

"No" he chortles getting hold of my hand, making me lose my balance as I fall off the bed onto him.

A rush of pain courses through my ankle as I hit it as I dropped down, thankfully my land was soft because I thumped right onto Harry's chest.

"Oww" Harry squirms.

"Harry" I groan looking up from his chest, "That hurt" I glare at him.

"Well you where the one that was going to turn the lamp off" he defends.

"You could have just told me not to!" I cry as I sit up.

"Im afraid of the dark, okay" he whispers.

"Harry, it's okay" I chuckle lightly.

I understand everyone has their fears.

"Are you okay?" He ask's worridly.