FIRST NIGHT
Awkwardly, I take place on Harry's bed and lean with my back against the headboard. Harry is currently in the bathroom, making himself ready for bed while I try to calm down a bit. It is not like we are going to do something exciting. It is just the first time I'm sleeping over at his place. We have never spent a night together before and I'm really afraid I might creep him out with my weird sleeping habits, if I have any.
I already slipped under his soft blanket, that we have to share, so he cannot see me in my shorts. Suddenly, the door opens and it reveals Harry, still in his clothes from the day. A few water drops are running along his jaw line and his hair looks messier than ever.
Harry smiles at me and scratches his neck nervously. "Do you mind me sleeping in my boxers? I mean if you want I can wear—"
"Yes...I mean no, I don't mind." I say quickly and Harry doesn't take long to get rid off his clothes, stripping down to his boxers. I try my best not to stare at his body as he climbs into his own bed and slips under the comforter with me.
Harry has more than three-fourths of the bed since I told myself to use as little space as possible so Harry cannot complain about me using the whole bed. I don't know why I'm being so anxious about something so little. I'm just gonna share the bed with my boyfriend of two months. What's so bad about that?
"Do you want to cuddle or do you prefer sleeping on the edge of the bed?" Harry asks and raises an eyebrow. He lifts his arm to gesture me to move over to him. Slightly embarrassed, I scoot closer to him and he wraps his arms tightly around my body. He pushes one of his legs between mine and his fingertips dance above my skin of my thigh.
"Didn't know you're wearing shorts." Harry smirks and his fingers move to my arse, playfully slapping it a bit.
"They're just shorts." I roll my eyes at him.
"Bet your ass looks amazing in them," Harry chuckles against and pecks my lips, "Are you comfortable?"
"Yes very, as long as you don't stare at me when I sleep." I warn him.
"Can't promise anything, baby," He tells me and he takes his fingers from my leg to stroke over the crease between my eyebrows, "Why are you frowning? Is something not okay?"
"I'm just...kinda...scared? I mean what if I creep you out?" I admit quietly and immediately feel embarrassed for sharing my thoughts.
"Why would you creep me out?" Harry laughs, "We're just sleeping."
"What if I talk? Or drool or bite you in my sleep?" I worry and roll onto my back, having his arm underneath my body though. I face the ceiling as I envision the terrible things I could do in my sleep.
"Who the hell bites in their sleep?" Harry laughs loudly and I'm glad he takes it with humor.
"Maybe I do...I don't know." I tell him shrugging and Harry pulls me a bit higher so he can nuzzle his head in my hair. My fingers draw invisible patterns on his bare chest underneath the blanket. I'm used to cuddling with Harry but when I'm asleep I don't have control of my body.
"Look, I'll warn you in advance. I snore, in fact I sometimes snore very loudly," Harry confesses in hope to calm me down a bit, "And you just have to live with it because you love me. I'm sure I too can live with your weird sleeping habit, if you have one." Harry says and turns me around so he spoons me.
"Thank you." I mutter and shift around a bit, pulling at the blanket to get more of it. And then I find myself talking about random things, doing everything so Harry will be the first to fall asleep. All of a sudden Harry starts laughing and peppers my neck and cheek with little kisses.
"Jeez, Y/N, stop talking and go to sleep, will you?" Harry laughs and squeezes my hip. I yelp and Harry places some kisses on my shoulders. His fingers are put under my chin and he turns a bit in his direction so he can give me one last kiss before he scoots down a bit so his cheek is pressed against my shoulder.
"Good night, baby."
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