You and Harry were having a lazy day. You were both still in your pajamas, Harry in his plaid bottoms and loose fitting white t-shirt, and you in matching bottoms and a blue tanktop. You were both cozily slouched onto the soft couch, you sat between Harry legs, leaning your head back on his firm chest. Harry was laying down and had his back resting against the arm of the couch. You both had controllers in your hands and were playing a skating game. Harrys choice.
"Babe, what are you doing?", Harry chuckles at your attempt in playing the game. The vibrations of his laugh rumbling through his chest.
"Shut uuuuuup", you playfully knudged his stomach with your elbow. You were currently stuck in a corner, unable to move in the game. Much to Harrys amusement.
"Im done", you say in defeat, placing the controller on the couch and sliding off the couch, placing your feet on the ground and standing up.
"You're such a poor sport (Y/N)", he laughs, humor tinting his voice.
"Yah, yah, yah", you mumble.
Harry pats where you once sat, "C'mon babe, cuddle", he says, smiling.
You walk over to the couch and sit down, facing him, "Fine, only cause your so cute though", you say, poking his dimple that indented in his cheek.
"Stoooop", Harry groans, his cheeks flushing red.
"Aww your blushing babe", you say through giggles. You loved it when Harry blushed because he was always so perfect and blushing made him seem a bit more vulnerable.
You lean down and peck his cheek before snuggling your head into his chest.
"I love you (Y/N)", Harry whispers, kissing the top of your head.
"I love you too Harry", you say in a hushed tone, pecking his covered chest.
