You entered your hotel room to find Harry, your boyfriend of two years, lying on the bed on his stomach. Fully clothed. Shoes and sunglasses on.
"Hello there Mr rock star" you said smirking and walking up to him. He hummed in response. "You okay?" You asked sitting next to him on the bed.
"Could you" his voice really hoarse making you frown. He finished the gig about 1 hour ago. It was the last one of this year's tour and he gave his absolute best, 150% if not 200%. He paused and cleared his throat. "Could you rub my back?"
You smiled at his cute request.
"With pleasure but you have to take your top off first.." he groaned in disagreement. "Get up.. just a bit so that I can take it off. C'mon lazy"
" 'am not lazy" he mumbled.
Once you managed to undress him he got back on his stomach and you sat on his lower back. You were massaging his back and shoulders leaving soft kisses on his neck and between his shoulder blades every now and then.
"You did great baby" you whispered to his ear and you could literally feel the chills going down his spine. "like really great. Even too great for a human being..." Now you could feel him tense up. He didn't like when you were starting the subject of him overworking and outdoing himself.
"Babe please not now.." he sighed propping himself on his elbows.
"I know. I know. I'm just saying. I have a right to be concerned about my man being a workaholic and a perfectionist.."
"I'm giving my everything cause I love them. If it wasn't for them I would be nothing"
"I know and not true. I just want you to rest and recharge your batteries babe. That's all" you whispered.
"So let me rest then" he blurted and you bit your lip. You didn't want to upset him. You were just worried. You sniffed. You weren't really crying, your eyes were just watering a bit.
"Kitten..?" He said softly. "A-are you crying?" He immediately started to move under you wanting to turn on his back but you held him down by putting your hands on his back and squeezing his waist with your legs.
"I'm just concerned about you." You explained trying to stop your eyes from watering your eyes with the sleeve of your Harry hoodie.
"Kitten.. heyy. I know and I'm sorry. I didn't mean... Shit. Wait" he mumbled and turned to face you. He did it quite fast and with a lot of force so you couldn't really stop him. Seeing his tired, pale face made you look away and bit the inside of your cheek.
"I appreciate what you're doing for me, babe. Don't think that I don't. I know you worry but believe me I'm a man of luxury and comfort. If that was a hardship for me, I would quit. I'm not doing it for money, we have enough of it. I'm doing it cause I love it. Just like I love you. Maybe a bit less than I love you.. I'm never gonna stop giving 100% at the shows tho." He caressed your cheek gently.
"I know. Sorry. You were perfect tonight" You smiled and kissed his nose.
"That's my favorite sentence ever" he smirked and you playfully hit his arm. "I thank God for you every single day babe. I would love to thank you and show you how grateful I am but 'am just soo tired babyy" he whined like a little kid. "I just want to sleep so c'mon. Let's cuddle and sleep, yeah?" He asked tagging at your hoodie.
"I wonder what would you have done if you weren't soo tired" you chuckled.
"I would" he looked you deep in the eyes. "I would give you.. a very nice.. like the best you've ever had.. customed Thank you card...with a dick pic on the cover"
"W-wow.. how.. romantic" you laughed shaking your head and pecking his lips. He closed his eyes and smiled tiredly. "Babe" you said but he didn't even react. "Babe.. Harryyy.. you still have your pants on, c'mon big guy"
"Five minutes"
"No. C'mon. Pay the price of leaving your heart and lungs on the stage.." he opened his eyes.
"One more comment and you're gonna be the one paying tomorrow morning" he smirked and pulled you down on him.
Let's just say the both of you were sleeping in clothes but that changed in the morning quite quickly.
