Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Stay Or How Claire Fell Asleep In My Arms

Hi everyone, I am successfully avoiding writing my history essay so here is another cute chapter which you might enjoy. All the love, Summer xxx

Harry's POV:

By the time the film had finished, Claire had fallen asleep in my lap, her head leaned against my chest and her fingers tightly clasped around my own. Her chest was rising in a steady rhythm and her breath tickled my neck, but this moment was too good to be interrupted. I still couldn't believe that I have had the privilege to kiss her, not only once but, twice already. It was like I could still feel her soft lips on mine and the tingling sensation in my stomach that the kiss had caused earlier. The stairwell of this building had just turned into one of my favourite places in the world. 

My eyes wandered back down to the sleeping girl in my lap and after a moment of hesitation, I decided to move her into her bed. If I could have, I would have sat with her sleeping body on mine all night, but I knew that we would both wake up with sore muscles if I did that so I decided carefully move her instead. As gently as I could, I loosened her tight grip on my hand and she moved a little bit and got a cute little frown on her sleeping face, but didn't wake up. Her fingers automatically wrapped themselves around my shirt and I smiled down at her for a couple of seconds, before I gently picked her up and carried her into her bed room. Not wanting to wake her up, I didn't turn any lights on and instead cautiously tried to make my way to her bed without tripping over anything on the floor. 

After I had gently placed her on the bed, I tried to get my shirt out of her tight grip, as well, but she made it very difficult. After two minutes of careful pulling, I finally managed to free myself and wrapped her duvet around her, not daring to help her out of her dress. I didn't think that she would appreciate  the gesture and I didn't exactly trust myself after I had seen a glimpse of her lace bra earlier. Leaning in, I pressed a light kiss to her forehead and then moved back towards the door, when her voice make me freeze in my step. "Stay, please, Harry." 

My head snapped around so fast that it hurt me a little bit and I rubbed it with one hand while trying to make out her face in the darkness to determine whether or not she was awake. "Harry?" she asked again, this time more clearly and I swiftly walked back over to her bed. "I'm here." I assured her and placed my hand over hers which was lying on her duvet. "What time is it? Did I fall asleep on you?" she asked me sleepily and slightly sat up. "You were asleep by the end  of the movie and I just carried you to your bed instead because I didn't want you to be sore by tomorrow morning." I explained to her carefully. The light from the street lamp outside her window barely light up the room, but I could vaguely make out her eyes which were looking at me through the dark.

She yawned and run a hand through her hair. "I'm so sorry I fell asleep on you." she apologised and I instantly shook my head. "No, no, no, it's fine, seriously. Do you want to get changed into something more comfortable?" I asked her and she nodded and pushed the blanket back with a slight groan. I chuckled to myself and watched her as she got up and shuffled towards her closet where she took out a random t-shirt. When I saw that she struggled with her zipper, I jumped to her help and slowly unzipped her dress, my hands for some reason shaking a little bit. Praying that she wouldn't hear the unsteadiness in my voice, I took a step back. "All done, love." 

What she did next showed me that she probably wasn't as awake as she seemed because the Claire I knew usually didn't get changed in front of other people, and I was sure that I wasn't an exception to that rule. I involuntarily held my breath, when she dropped her dress and stepped out of it, suddenly only in her underwear. My eyes wandered over her back and her long, exposed legs and even though my mind was very much aware that this was a very bad time for this, my body was speaking a whole other language. I was very glad that it was dark and that Claire had her back to me, so I uncomfortably shifted my  weight from one leg to the other and silently watched her as she skillfully pulled her t-shirt over her head and then unclasped her bra and magically pulled it out of the bottom of her t-shirt.

When she turned around again, our eyes met and even in the darkness I was sure that she had just realised that I was still in the room. Hastily dropping her gaze, she slipped past me back into her bed and when she had pulled the duvet up to her chest again I let out a breath I wasn't aware I had been holding for that long. I awkwardly stood next to her bed and watched her as she made herself comfortable. "Um, I'll..." I started and took a hesitant step towards the door. "I, um, I meant what I said five minutes ago." she said from her bed and when I looked back to her, I saw that she was still watching me. "I wasn't sure, I mean, you were still half asleep and I..." My voice faded and the room was filled with silence once more. She lightly patted the space next to her. "Please." 

It didn't take much convincing for me to strip down to my underwear and lie down next to her. Falling asleep next to Claire and especially waking up with her in my arms were some of the best moments I have had so far. Something about feeling the warmth of her body next to mine made me feel safe and calmed me down in a way that nothing else could. I gently pulled her a bit closer to me and felt her snuggle into my side, her head rested in the crook of my neck. Pressing a light kiss to her forehead, I wrapped the duvet a bit tighter around the both of us and felt my whole body relax. "Good night, love." I whispered into the dark, but her breathing had already become very quiet and regular again, indicating that she had fallen back asleep. "I love Claire." I whispered into the dark and pressed another kiss to her forehead, before closing my eyes as well. I fell asleep in a matter of seconds, for once completely content, with the sleeping girl in my arms and the fresh memory of her lips on mine playing over and over in my head.