If I could fly (BOOK 2)

Funds her lifestyle

Harry didn't check the time once.

The world outside their hotel room faded into something distant and unimportant - schedules, tour calls, texts, responsibilities. None of it existed for those few hours.

It was just them.

The city lights dimmed slowly through the curtains as conversation blurred into laughter, laughter softened into quiet touches, and quiet touches melted into warmth neither of them had realized how badly they needed.

By the time exhaustion finally settled in, they were tangled together beneath the hotel sheets, the adrenaline from the show replaced by something steadier... calmer.

Harry traced slow circles along Y/N's back, listening to her breathing even out against his chest.

"I forget how loud everything gets until I'm back here with you," he murmured quietly.

She smiled against his shoulder, half asleep. "You get louder when you're away too."

"That's probably true."

"Very true."

He laughed softly, pressing a kiss into her hair.
Time passed easily after that. Neither of them rushed to check their phones. Neither of them wanted to.
Eventually, the room settled into the soft silence of two people finally resting.

⸻

Harry woke first.
For a moment he didn't move, just lay there staring at the dim ceiling while Y/N slept curled against him. Her hand rested loosely across his ribs, her breathing slow and steady, hair spilling across his shoulder.
His phone buzzed quietly against the nightstand.
He reached for it carefully, not wanting to wake her.

Liam: She's still asleep. Walking her around the hotel. Take your time.

Harry exhaled softly, something warm settling in his chest. He typed back quickly.

Thank you. Seriously.

The reply came almost instantly.

You two needed it.

Harry smiled faintly, setting the phone down before pulling Y/N a little closer, pressing a gentle kiss against her temple.

⸻

Nearly two hours passed before his phone buzzed again.

Liam: She just woke up. Bringing her back now.

Y/N stirred slightly when Harry shifted beneath her.

"Mm... what time is it?" she mumbled.

"Late," he murmured. "Darcy's coming back."

That woke her more fully. She pushed herself up slightly, rubbing her eyes, hair falling messily around her shoulders.

"I missed her," she said softly.

Harry smiled. "You've been asleep most of the time she was gone."

"Still counts."

He laughed under his breath.

⸻

Ten minutes later, a quiet knock sounded at the door.

Harry grabbed a T-shirt off the floor and pulled it on halfway, curls still messy from sleep and earlier, before padding barefoot across the room.

He opened the door to find Liam standing there with Darcy bundled against his chest, wide awake now, her tiny fingers gripping his hoodie zipper like it was her new favorite object.

"She demanded movement immediately," Liam said quietly, shifting her slightly. "And then snacks. But mostly movement."

Harry smiled instantly, reaching forward and taking her carefully into his arms.