Where you're having a bad day because let's be real, we don't always have great days.
But yes, imagine that you've had such a shit day so when you come to the house you and Harry share, instead of getting changed and coming back down, you go straight up and stay there.
You pull back the duvet cover of your shared bed, slipping into bed with your back to the door. You're laying with your knees curled to your chest hating what went wrong throughout the day, wishing you could have done better with something.
The bed is just so damn comfortable that when you hear Harry entering the house, calling out for you, you don't move and you don't call out for him. Instead you let him search the kitchen and living room before storming upstairs in panic.
You can hear him standing near the doorway, breathing heavily, from where you lay in bed. But what you don't hear is him sighing and what you don't see is him shaking his head softly; he knows by your demeanour that you're definitely not sleeping.
After not hearing him for a few minutes, you think he's gone to another room until you feel air hitting your spine when the bed covers are pulled back and when you feel the bed behind you dip. You know it's him. Yet you don't know what to expect.
You definitely don't think that he'll wrap his arm around your body, shuffling himself so his chest is right behind your back. You don't think he'll hold you tight against him, you don't think he'll press small kisses to your shoulder blade but he does.
"I would ask if you're fine but I know you and you'll say you are, which you aren't. And if you don't want to tell me what's wrong, 's fine," Harry pauses, his breath fanning across your neck. "But I want you to know that I've always got you."
"Even when I'm in a different country for work, I've got you. No matter what's happenin' in the world, no matter what people are sayin' about us, I've got you. And you've got me.'S just the two of us against them all, eh?" Harry chuckles, his chest vibrating.
"But on a serious note," his voice muffles when your hair somehow ends up in his mouth. Removing it, he continues," I love you. I love you so fucking much so please just talk to me, baby. Like I've said, I've got you, no matter what happens.I'm here for you. Always."
