You'd been pretty down recently, but not sure what the reason for it was. You sit on Yours and Harry's bed, scrolling through twitter, hoping for something to catch your eye and possibly make you laugh, but nothing does. "Thanks twitter." You mumble to yourself.
"What did twitter do now? You know, I don't trust him." Harry says from the doorway. He gives you a small smile, but you don't return the favor. His smile fades. "What's wrong, baby?"
You shrug, and roll over onto your side. "I dunno," you say quietly.
You hear his feet padding across the floor to his side of the bed. The bed rocks as he lays down, spooning you from behind. He wraps his arms around the front on you, entwining your fingers. You feel him nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck, leaving light kisses there.
"Come here." He whispers, rolling you over to face him. He lifts your hand up, and places a kiss on it. He pulls you closer, holding you as close as possible. Your head rests on his chest, and his chin rests on the top of head. "It's okay. You're gonna be alright." He whispers soothing words into your hair.
He talks away your pain with sweet words of reassurance, and love.
