~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~
Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are...
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"It's a big bed..."
Her blue eyes, that are so tired from the day we have just had, glow in the dim light of my bedroom.
I can tell that she just wants to go to sleep but the last thing I want is for her to feel pressured into sharing the bed with me because she is so exhausted. If she wakes up in the morning and regrets it, I will be eaten alive with guilt.
"Sunday..." My morals are telling me I should do the right thing and refuse. "I can sleep on the sofa."
"No." She shakes her head in refusal. "No, I don't want you to give up your bed for me."
"It's okay." I reiterate. "I really don't mind.
My hand taps against Amos' back lightly to try and conjure a burp so I can get him to sleep afterwards.
"Won't your parents be suspicious?"
I shrug. "I can set an alarm early and then sneak back in here."
She sighs, rubbing her hand over her forehead with exasperation. "No, I would feel awful. I'll go sleep on the couch. That way you can still be with Amos."
"I'm not letting you sleep on the sofa, Sunny. Not for an entire month."
"Well, I'm not letting you sleep on the sofa for an entire month either." She fires back with an attempt at authority but I can hear from her voice just how tired she is.
I sigh, standing up while still trying to burp Amos by rubbing my hand in small circles followed by a few taps.
"So we are stuck."
"It's a big bed, Harry." Repeating her words from earlier, a strangled sigh huffs from her as she reaches for one of the pillows. "You stay on that side and I'll stay on this side... if you're comfortable with that, that is?"
"Are you comfortable with it?"
She looks down to her feet and I know that is a silent, unspoken way of saying that she is uncomfortable with this arrangement. Something lurches in my stomach but I don't give it the satisfaction of acknowledging it.
"It's okay Sunday. I'll go downstairs. I'm not going to make you uncomfortable for the sake of saving my back. I'm not that old, a month on the couch can't be too bad."
"-No."
My eyes snap up to hers to see that she is torn. You can see the internal battle that is going behind her eyelids where she fights for her comfort within herself.
"Sunny, it's really not an issue. I can-"
"I'm comfortable with it..." She whispers but I can't tell if she is telling the truth or not. "As long as we have the pillow wall in between."
