A.N: yeah, so just a short chapter today. the next one will be longer, i just wanted some quick fluff. i'm working on another highschool au ting, which is gonna be cute, and featuring jj, so look out for that. and of course, we have 'the great game' coming out soon too. hope y'all enjoy.
Concept: Harry is stressed, and not sleeping. Cal decides to do something about it.
[760 words approx.]
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Cal POV
The thing about Harry is, you can always tell when he's stressed. If you know him well enough to notice the signs anyway. And at the moment, it's quite clear to me that he's stressed.
He gets caught up in his own thoughts more often, but not in a fanciful way. In the way that makes his brow furrow, and his face reflect worry. He always looks troubled, like there's a dark cloud hanging over him. He will have to ask you to repeat things a few times before understanding them fully. And he will stutter infrequently when trying to convey his own thoughts.
It's not something I enjoy seeing. He's not like the happy, carefree boy we all know and love. He's someone else entirely, consumed by everything that's racing around in his mind.
Which is why I decide to check on him tonight.
I find him sat at his desk, with the lights off and the curtains wide open to reveal the night sky. It seems like he's editing, and he doesn't notice me when I come in. The bright light of his computer screen makes his face look gaunt, and washed out. I sigh gently. It's nearly 1am. He should be sleeping. I hoped he would be sleeping.
I slowly walk up behind him, and remove my hoodie as I do. The dumbass is only wearing a T-Shirt in the middle of winter, and the heating turned off hours ago. I don't want him to get cold.
"Hey Cal," he says suddenly, without looking back at me. I just come to stand behind his chair, and drop my hoodie in his lap.
"Put this on, you'll get cold," I respond, and he quickly pulls it over his head without hesitation. As if he had only just remembered how cold he is.
"What are you doing up so late?" He asks, finally turning his chair around to face me.
"I could ask you the same," I say, and he gives me a look.
"I'm editing," he replies shortly.
"You need to get some rest, Harry. Have you seen yourself recently?" I sigh, and he shrugs at me.
"I'm fine. I've just got a lot of stuff that I need to do," he starts, but is cut off by a yawn.
"It can wait. Come on, get to bed," I say firmly.
"I just need ten minutes to finish this."
"Then let me do it. You, go and get yourself sorted for bed," I say, and he just sighs.
"I get the feeling I'm not going to win here?" He says, a slight teasing edge to his tone.
"Damn right you're not," I respond with a smile, and reach down to pull him out of his chair.
He grins at me weakly. "Thanks Cal."
"You're welcome Haz. Now, off you go. I'll sort this for you," I say, sitting down in his chair and spinning it back around to face the desk. I hear Harry disappear into his bathroom, and begin checking how much there is to do. There isn't a lot, like he said, about ten minutes worth. I can get it done.
It takes closer to fifteen minutes to finish, but I don't really mind. Once I'm done, I turn his computer to sleep mode, and draw the blinds. I look over to his bed, and see him lying under the covers, still wearing my hoodie. I can't help but smile softly at the sight.
"Goodnight Harry," I murmur, and begin walking towards the door.
"Cal, wait," he says tiredly. I look back over to him, and can see his eyes shining still, even in the dark room. "Can you stay? Please?"
"Yeah, sure," I respond. He seems to relax a little as I come back into the room, and slide into the bed beside him. I'm making sure to keep my distance so that he doesn't feel uncomfortable, as much as I'd love to share his warmth.
He is the one to put an end to it. He shuffles closer to me, and then rolls over, so his back is against my chest. He takes hold of my arms and wraps them around himself, like he's using me as a blanket.
"Is this okay?" He whispers, seeming nervous. I just hold him more tightly, pulling him further into me. His hair tickles my nose gently.
"This is fine," I respond, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his neck. I hear his breath hitch slightly when I do. "Goodnight Harry."
"Goodnight Cal."
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