Drabbles

Smile. -Harry.

You make me smile,

Like no one else before.

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"Baby! Stop that," I squirmed, pinned down by the shoulders as Harry kissed lightly across my face. I was sitting, facing him, in his lap. He decided to hug me against him and mess with me.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), I can't hear you. Maybe if you kissed me back, I could hear a little better-" he teased, nuzzling his hard nose into the crease of my neck and sighing out purposely. His intention was to tickle me, and it worked.

"N-no," I smiled, laughing and trying not to snort. His long, chocolatey hair hung against my chin, cheek and temple, some trying to poke into my eye. I closed my eyes, pressing my head back against him, matching his force.

"I love you."

"I know," I replied, and it was true. He told me every second of every day - nevertheless, I could not ever get sick of it. "I love you too." I pecked his hair before leaning backwards again, using his hand across my shoulder blades and his arm around my thick waist as support.

His nose was yet again put against my skin, on my forehead. Harry did so slowly, as if he was attempting to convey his feelings for me in that movement. His weary eyes glimmered, flicking towards the clock on the hotel nightstand.

"We should sleep," he spoke sadly, attempting to untangle our legs from one another. He started moving me off of him, and to his side, but I stopped him.

"Smile for me first, baby." My request seemed simple enough, but we both knew that it wasn't. Harry was almost always awoken by night terrors, so Paul had me flown out to be on tour with him and be here for him.

I began to pout like a young child when he refused, wrapping my arms firmly but loosely around his torso. "Please."

I looked up to see the most strained smile he's ever given me and felt my heart break in two, over and over again. So, with a huff, I lifted myself off of him and helped him settle beside me, my head to his chest and both of us on our sides. The thick blanket was pulled up by none other than Harry himself.

"One of these days you have to let it out. You know that."

"I box for a reason," he murmured, sleepy and anxious.

"You're going to really let it out. Better sooner than later, sweetheart. I'll take you somewhere you can scream and yell, if that's what sounds best." I nudged further against his chest.

"In the mornin'." He didn't even try to conceal the yawn that spread his lips. I told him he was silly to think I meant now. That I love him. I love him, I love him. I made sure he understood.

He's been having a hard time lately. A bunch of people used him and publicly made fun of him, they hurt my baby boy. He, being Harry, didn't let me go claw their eyes out. Probably for the best.

"I love you too," he smiled halfheartedly, not really meaning it. I missed his real smile, the smile that has been weighed down by recent events.

I hate those people for doing that to him.

"C'mon. Kiss," I tickled his neck with my breath, doing my best to try and get those gorgeous dimples showing again.

"Not now," he murmured, clutching me to his chest but turning away when I went to connect our lips.

"I'm gonna tickle you until you let me kiss you," I stuck out my bottom lip and prodded his jaw with it. I'm trying to make you feel better. I'm not trying to annoy you. I just want that smile.

When he had come home and told me the news, I felt like crying with him. I felt the pain, just as I did when I was younger. I didn't want him to go through that, he was such a perfect, kind, sweet, generous, and just overall lovely man. He didn't deserve to be treated that way.

"Noo."

"Just one."

"Nooo!"

I climbed softly on top of him and began massaging his shoulders, enjoying the deep moan that echoed throughout the room from it.

"I'm just going to make you feel better, okay? Relax." Pecking his plump lips, I made my way down a bit to straddle his hips so I could reach his chest better.

The white duvet was pulled down, his chest exposed. Humming a soft tune, I got to work helping his muscles relax. I tenderly worked on his arms, shoulders, chest and abs, then going to rub at his hands. He was near sleep when I had finished, slumping gently forward to sleep against his warm skin. I was tracing light patterns over and around the tattoos that were apart of him, and in a way, me, when I felt his arm drape over me and bring me closer to him than I thought we could get.

He kissed me softly on the forehead, I returned one to his collarbone.

"I love you, kitten. Thank you. I really needed this."

And when I glanced up, I saw his kind, soft smile in the light from the fans and streetlamps outside.

"I love you, Harry. And that smile of yours - I love that too."