'Cause Nothing Feels Like Home (+Extras)

eid blurb

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Harry and safiyya Eid blurb pretty please 🙏

Harry smiles when Safiyya comes out of the bathroom, opening his arms immediately to gesture her into them. She slips under the covers and cuddles close to him, sighing softly.

"Hey," he says after kissing her hair gently. "What are we doing for Eid?"

Safiyya's eyes open, looking up at her boyfriend. Her white boyfriend who she swore didn't even know what Eid was until she mentioned last month that it was coming up after Ramadan. He'd actually been pretty helpful, getting up in the morning to make her food, hefty amounts to keep her from going hungry throughout the day. He respected her, giving her distance, and even kept his hands to himself...for the most part. Overall, he's been very supportive this past month, so it shouldn't come to her as a shock when he asks her the plans for Eid.

No, he asked her what their plans for Eid are.

"Well..." she says, pursing her lips. "I was just gonna go to the mosque and come back."

His eyes light up. "Oh you're going to the mosque? Could I come?"

Her smile widens, watching him grow excited. "You could if you wanted to. I'm just going to pray and then come home. We can celebrate at home, if you'd like."

"You'll just go to pray?"

"Yup and then I'll come back home and we can celebrate ourselves. If you'd like."

"Sounds good. I can wait for you at home. Do you want anything special to eat? I've been watching cooking videos and I think I could follow along and make an Egyptian dinner for you. It might not be good though...hmm. We can go out to dinner."

She doesn't realize how big her smile is until her cheeks begin to ache. "You're so cute," she tells him, cupping his jaw. "Let's go out to eat. Doesn't have to be an Egyptian restaurant, okay?"

"Okay." He bends down and kisses her softly, pulling her closer to his body. "What do I wear?"

She giggles against his mouth. "You're awfully excited about this, huh?"

"First Eid with my girl. Wanna make it special."

Does she imagine the way his cheeks grow pink with embarrassment?

"I have a robe that Ahmed left in my closet. You should fit into it. It's pretty traditional."

"I want to wear it. And what will you wear, my love?"

She kisses his neck gently. "I'll wear an abaya."

"Bet you'll look so fuckin' pretty. Won't keep my hands off of you."

She laughs when he rubs his cheek against his, squeezing her tightly. "I love you, weirdo. I hope you know I'll be covered all the way down to my toes."

"And you'll look so pretty in it too. I can't wait."

Safiyya can tell how excited he is as he's unable to keep the smile off his face, even when he says goodnight and lays on his own pillow.

***

The next morning, Harry's still sleeping while Safiyya is getting ready. Her pink abaya is really pretty and neat. It's two years old, but she's been dying to wear it again, embroidery going down the middle with flared sleeves. She fixes the scarf over her head, and applies final touches to her makeup. She kisses Harry's head and then heads downstairs for breakfast, making coffee for Harry and tea for herself.

Harry wakes up when she's about to leave, her purse around her body, keys in her hand. He's just shaved and washed up, so positive she'd already left.

"Oh fuck," she hears from behind her, and when she curiously peeks behind her, Harry's looking at her with wide eyes. "You're kidding me." Playfully, she gives him a little twirl.

"You like?"

"I love you," he groans, motioning her to come closer to him. She smiles and walks to him, letting him wrap his arms around her. She gives him a hug, nuzzling her face in his neck to smell his aftershave.

"I know," she teases, kissing the corner of his mouth. "I'll be back in an hour, okay?"

"I could stare at you forever."

She giggles, shaking her head. "You're crazy."

His eyes are still soft, melting into hers. "For you. Jesus, look at you. Are you even real?"

"What, Eid suddenly makes you super cheesy? C'mon let me go. I gotta head out."

He only holds her tighter, dropping his head onto her shoulder, whining. "Come back quick, yeah?"

"I will," Safiyya promises. "I'd also ironed out your clothing and left them on in the bathroom for you after your shower."

"I saw, my love. They'll fit well."

"Good. May I leave now?"

"I give you permission, yes."

She exits the house after that, leaving him in the middle of the kitchen, utterly in love.

***

Safiyya returns to her apartment a bit sweaty. She's thankful that Harry's taken the liberty to control her air conditioner, and she's thankful to be home, but nothing will prepare her for the sight in front of her. Her key is still jammed in the lock when she steps in and nearly falls over.

There's Harry, freshly showered, in the black robe she's laid out for him, clean shaven, wet curls falling onto his face, wearing only his gold rings, eating his avocado toast with a napkin in his lap.

He looks up and smiles brightly. "Hi, baby."

She must look really stunned because he laughs and stands up – which only makes things worse – showing that the robe fits his slim body perfectly.

"How do I look?" He does a twirl like she'd done, mischief in his eyes. "You like?"

"I fucking love–" she steps inside, but Harry shakes his head, pointing to the door. She quickly takes the key out of the lock and shuts the door behind her. "–it. You look beautiful."

He smirks. "I look great, don't I? Think all I need is a chain."

Safiyya wants to faint at the image of Harry wearing a silver chain around his neck, resting it against the black fabric of his shirt.

He laughs again, running a hand through his hair. "Come here baby. Give me a kiss."

He really doesn't need to ask again, her feet carrying her over to him automatically. He smells wonderful, a mixture of his shampoo and that aftershave, and she melts into the kiss, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Made reservations for dinner," he murmurs into the kiss.

"Thank you." She pulls away and stares into his eyes, taking a step back. She traces her finger down his jaw. "Thank you for everything. You're so...respectful and supportive. It's really inspiring. I wish my parents could see this."

He notices the shift in her eyes when they darken, but he shakes his head firmly and holds her face in his hands. She hums when his cold rings touch her skin.

"None of that today, honey. We're gonna celebrate, just you and me. We're going to have fun, and we're not going to think about them, alright? Everything's going to be okay."

She places her hands on his torso, nodding, a smile spreading across her face. "Okay."