SLEEPLESS
Turning, sighing and moving around. Throwing the blanket away and dragging it back over his body. Harry is not anywhere near asleep or comfortable this night, so I, against my will, open my eyes and watch Harry figuring out a sleeping position in the dark.
"Harry?" I ask him, my voice still thick and slow from the sleep.
"Did I wake you? I'm sorry." Harry quietly apologizes.
"What's the matter, hm?" I ask him and turn on my side. I take his hand in mine and intertwine our fingers, bringing our hands to my lips to press a kiss on his knuckles. Harry smiles at the simple gesture but then sighs frustrated.
"I can't sleep."
"I noticed." I say and Harry sighs helplessly, once again. He stares at the ceiling and I stare at him, thinking of a way to help him.
"Do you know what my mother used to do when I couldn't sleep?" I ask Harry as my fingers draw a line down his chest.
"No, what did she do?" Harry whispers back and curiously looks at me.
"She made hot chocolate," I tell him smiling, "Do you want some?"
Harry nods and even though I desperately want to go back to sleep, I push the blanket away and stand up. Harry follows me with a frown and together we enter the kitchen. The kitchen floor is cold and I wish I would wear socks. I look at Harry's feet and see how he curls his toes, even with socks on.
Quickly and messily, I make Harry a cup of hot chocolate as he stands behind me and watches me. His broad body sends out a warmth I really welcome in the dark and rather cold kitchen. After several minutes, I hand him the cup. Thankfully, he takes the hot cup from my hands and takes the first sip.
For a moment he looks like a small boy that has troubles sleeping alone. His green eyes look at me as he drinks the hot chocolate from the cup he holds with both his hands. I lean back against the counter behind me and eye him. He is wearing black boxers and just a white shirt. Black socks cover his feet. His hair is a mess on top of his head, even curlier than usual which makes him look boyish.
As I still wait for Harry to finish his drink, I turn on the small lamp in the corner of the kitchen to create some light in the dark kitchen. Harry takes the cup down and places it beside me. He stands directly in front of me and then wraps his arms around my waist, burying his head in my hair and neck.
"Thanks, Y/N." Harry mumbles and gives me soft kiss below my ear. I wrap my arms around his neck and go on my tip toes.
"No problem," I tell him and we hold each other for a few more moments, "Let's go back to bed, shall we?"
Harry nods and takes the half-full cup with him into our bedroom. He places it on the nightstand and crawls with me underneath the soft blanket. As I lie down, he sits up against the headboard and takes a few more sips.
"Why does that even help?" Harry asks me while he puts the cup back on the table beside his head and slides down, under the blanket and closer to me. His arms wrap around me from behind and he pulls my back against his chest. His cheek rests against my shoulder blade.
"I don't know. My mother said so and it indeed helped me every time." I say and hear Harry yawn behind me. His lips are lazily pressed on my shoulder and I feel his eyelashes flutter against the skin of my back.
"Good night, love," Harry whispers, "I love you...," Harry yawns again, "...so much."
"I love you, too." I whisper back and clutch his hands that are in front of my stomach with my hands.
"You're the best girlfriend someone could wish for," Harry slowly says but I feel him smiling against my shoulder, "and you're all mine."
"I'm all yours," I agree but can't resist the smile that wants to appear on my face, "Go to sleep now, Harry."
"Yeah, yeah," He mumbles, "Love you."
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i don't even know what that was
anyway, i was gone for a few days and got a few ideas for imagines
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