in which...

...harry asks for his kisses back

In which Harry asks for his kisses back  

Harry could be really difficult sometimes.

He likes things to be a certain way and nothing can really change his mind about that. In the morning he runs for exactly 35 minutes and stretches for another ten so he can be back home just under one hour. He has to have his orange juice from the store down the street from his house because no other is as good as that one and he has to put enough milk over his cereal so that it covers them completely. He brushes his teeth right after waking up and once more after eating breakfast, because he claims he just has to do it twice. He won't touch anything that has raisins in it and won't eat any kind of lemon pie besides the one his mum makes. He will always take coffee over tea because no one can get his tea quite as good as Y/N does, she's the only one that can make it exactly how he likes it.

He requests exactly two water bottles before any show and three kisses before bed, plus one on his cheek. He has to sleep with two pillows under his head since that one time he read an article about how it's a healthier way of lying in bed and can't sleep soundly unless he's sure he has a glass of water on the nightstand just in case. He's very serious about his bed, he likes the sheets to be an exact material and to be washed and changed every 6 days. Unless his mattress is made of memory foam he can not get a good night's rest. He just has certain habits that he can't nor does he want to shake off. Although sometimes these things could really stress Y/N out.

She didn't like that the curtains had to be pulled open every morning before 9:30, and that he didn't like the sound of the tv on after 10pm because supposedly the light "hurt his eye sockets". She grunted at him whenever he came home late and she was already sleeping, waking her up for his nightly kisses because he just couldn't go to sleep without them. She huffed every time she went to the bathroom and the toothpaste was in a different place than where she left it because "that's just where it's supposed to sit" and she moved it again, placing it down harshly.

That's exactly why she knew that when she eventually made a major change in the bedroom he would most likely not be the biggest fan of it. The mattress was not exactly the softest anymore, after so many years it became a lot stiffer and she would toss and turn all night because she felt as if something was poking in her shoulder blades at all times. It was definitely time for it to go; only problem is she didn't know how to tell Harry nor did she really wish to- was hoping that maybe he just wouldn't notice and there would be no arguments about it. Of course considering how stubborn he is, that would be far from possible.

As he drunkenly stumbles his way through the bedroom, he trips over the cord of his phone charger and grunts when he knocks his knee against the side of the desk, but pays no mind to it as his arms wrap tightly around her body, guiding her blindly towards the big bed in the middle of the room. His lips are eager, smearing kisses across her jaw and down her neck, sloppily coming up to her mouth and knocking their teeth together, making them both hiss and giggle as they fall on the bed, Harry's body hovering above hers. His knees are on either side of her waist, one hand gripping her hip tightly, while the other one is placed on her cheek, keeping her face in place.

"You're warm, really warm," Harry rasps, head bowing down and kissing sloppily across her collarbones, her skin burning underneath his trail, "and soft too, s'nice." She stifles a giggle by bringing a hand up to her mouth and biting on her nails while he dips down further, working on the first three buttons of her shirt, cold rings grazing over her chest and leaving goose bumps behind.

"Thanks," she whispers and runs her fingers through his unruly hair, tired eyes meeting hers as he lifts his head, leaning into her palm, "quite warm and soft yourself- plus really cute."