Harry is Feeling Needy (Patreon)

We can all a little bit need though and that is OKAY!

(just some fluff for the cold) 

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Harry was head over heels. 

He disliked how much so, but he was, and he didn’t feel as if he had much choice in the matter did he? There was just something about her; something so all encompassingly sugary and candied, like licking the caramel from an apple, leaving your lips all sticky and gooey. One bite is never enough, you need more and more and more until it’s all gone or until you’re entirely satiated. 

That’s what Y/N felt like to him. 

He couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t explain why every single part of her made him so mushy and gooey and just. . .just absolutely needy.  That’s what she made him - she made him so entirely too needy and he doesn’t know if he loves it or hates it but it is prevalent. Even more so when he’s staring at her tranquil sleeping face all soft curves, gentle slopes of her skin that he wanted to push kisses against, and he wants nothing more than to wake her up. It used to be that if he’s about to wake somebody up in the middle of the night, it was for a quick fuck because he’d woken up with a hard prick that he didn’t want to waste on a handie. 

But Harry merely wanted to spend time with her. It was clingy and stupid because they had spent a few hours together before bed but Y/N had been away for a week visiting family for Thanksgiving and Harry had no fucking clue what to do with himself. He saw his family as well but came back a few days early, and video chatting did very little to help; in fact, it had only made him long for her more. And when she had returned to his cozy little flat in London around 7 PM, she was so jetlagged and dog tired that she was keen on eating the dinner he had prepared for her arrival, she took a shower, tugged on his clothes, sat down for a movie with him and promptly fell asleep slouched into his body on the couch. He had been fine with it and thought it was sweet because she had told him prior that it would take her so long to fall asleep when she was away from him because she was so used to sleeping with him. At the time he thought she was just saying it to be sweet since he was whining and bleating about missing her (there are several screenshots she has of him with his cheek flush and smushed to his pillow, eyes squinted and pouting), and her trouble sleeping came from the change in time zones. 

Though as soon as she had laid down against him, it took her all of five minutes before the first gentle little snore vibrates in her throat. 

Harry smiled softly, carried her to his bedroom and tucked her into the covers. It felt as if his bed had missed her too, as he pulls the sheets over her they just feel softer, and his comforter puffier and warmer. It covers her like a hug and when Harry trailed his knuckles down the side of her cheek, she sinks deeper into the pillow like it was coaxing her to a deeper rest. Harry crawled into bed beside her, snuggled his arm around her waist, and held her close. He wasn’t even really that tired, but he turned the TV on in his room low and stayed beside her, decided that he would never take sleeping beside her for granted ever. 

An hour passes though, and then two, and then three, and Harry just. . .Harry just wants to spend time with her. Wants to hear more about her trip and her family - wants to hear her voice. It frustrates him that he even for a moment contemplates waking her because she’d traveled for more than ten hours and was so exhausted he could see it in her face. 

But he would let her fall back asleep soon after. . .could he do it? What he had made for dinner, albeit delicious, had not been incredibly filling and he had an odd desire for the Frosties he has in the cabinet. If he woke her up, it would just be for a little midnight snack and then they could go right back to bed. Hell, he would even do those rubs that she likes - the ones where he traces intricate, swirling designs into her skin until goosebumps flush her skin. Would she be livid with him for waking her? He isn’t sure, actually - he had never done it before, so he couldn’t tell what might happen. Either it would go really well or she might just tell him to fuck off. 

And being told to fuck off when he was being too needy wouldn’t be the first time, sadly, a recent ex is who made him feel self conscious about it. Y/N had never made him think twice but he thinks this might be pushing it.

The seed had already been planted in his brain matter, and flourished through every single nerve of his body, invading him like vines. There was no way that he could let the thought pass now - not when he realizes just how hungry he is when his stomach gurgles and just how needy he was when the thought of leaving the bed without her to satiate his hunger seemed like moving a mountain. 

God, he was so needy. 

“Baby,” he murmurs at first, raising his hand from her arm and she stirs from that alone which makes his heart flutter. His fingers fan out around her right shoulder, making his hand look impossibly big as he gives her a small, very gentle little shake, “Darling?” 

“Hmm?” she hums lightly, clearly not awake but he had roused her some. Like scooping back the dream mud and seeing to the bottom, where she dances and twirls in a field of her own subconscious. His hands loop around her biceps and pluck her from the patch of flowers, slowly dragging her up to the realm of those awake. Her eyelids flitter like butterfly wings, irises revealed only momentarily before she is squinting like the room is bright, despite the only light coming from the TV screen. A sniffle twitches her nostrils up, “Hmm?” She repeats and Harry feels guilt consume him at the sight before him. Y/N looks even more knackered than she had been before she fell asleep, her brows threading into a look of concern. 

Harry decided against it then, shaking his head, “Never mind, Sweet girl, go back to bed.” 

“Wha’s wrong?” She asks him, her hand unearthing from beneath the comforter so she could knuckle at her eye, “Are you okay?” 

“Yes, m’sorry, I just --” he reaches up, pushing her hair from where it had gone astray, “I was hungry and thought maybe you’d like to eat some cereal with me.” He explains lamely because he couldn’t bear to tell her that he was just feeling especially greedy for her attention. They had been together for a good chunk of time but Harry was still afraid that he would scare her off - that his love might be too much sometimes. 

Y/N hummed again, her hand found his face and she tapped at his cheek which he bloats up with air, and the amused grin that only someone who had just been woken up can give delights her face, “Y’want cereal?” She asks and he nods, “What time is it?” 

“Turned twelve ten or so minutes ago.” His answer was sheepish, borderline a whisper. 

However, she hadn’t seemed to mind much as she turns onto her back, stretching her toes towards the bottom of the bed and her fingers touch at the headboard as she groans a high pitched sound, “Tha’s perfect cereal time, I reckon.” She murmurs with the comedown, a soft sigh at her mouth, “Will you pour mine for me? It tastes better when you do.” 

Harry grinned wide, “I suppose I can.” 

Now they are sitting in the kitchen, Y/N with her legs swung over the counter, heels beating against the cabinet drawers with one hand gripping a walrus printed bowl, and the other gripped around a spoon. She chews slowly around each spoonful of cereal, almost thoughtfully, like she is attempting to taste every sugar grain of the flakes and droplet of the almond milk. Her feet are covered in snowmen socks, with their carrot noses tipped up with his stick arms thrown upward - Harry had slipped them on prior to them coming down so that she couldn’t whine about the tile being cold on the soles of feet. 

Harry himself is leaning against the counter, the handle of their silverware drawer is poking into his back, catty-corner to her. He was asking her about her trip and she is answering to the best of her sleep muddled ability, formulating her own questions about his time with his family. She poked and prodded about Anne, told him to work what Gemma wants for Christmas out of her because she won’t tell Y/N, and asked how the kitties were doing (she was absolutely in love with the cats - Harry is sure that if he didn’t have an eye on her, she would smuggle them both out of there). It was simple in what it was, with them just sat and chatting over cereal half-past twelve when the moon is a shining white disk in the inky sky. 

If it were to be possible, Harry’s heart had swarmed and swelled with an intense adoration. Harry thinks, had it been literally anyone else he tore from sleep to eat with -- they would be much less enthusiastic about speaking with him. They probably wouldn’t have even humored him in coming downstairs to sit beside him. Would probably tell him to bugger off and go eat if he was so bloody hungry he needed to eat at midnight. 

Y/N was different though - she was better than the ones before. 

So much fucking better. 

After he finishes his bowl, he places it in the sink and wanders over to where Y/N was waiting patiently for him having slid it towards the sink a few minutes prior. He splits between her thighs, slings his arms around her waist and humming softly as she rests her fingers on his head, carding her fingers through the brown strands. It felt good but undeserved, as he nuzzled his face playfully into her chest and her body vibrates with a giggle. 

“I love you,” he muffled against her t-shirt, lifting back and snuggling his chin on her shoulder, “Missed you so bloody much. D’ya know that?” 

“Only ‘cos you’ve said it bout thirty times since I’ve been home,” she teases him, scratching lightly at his scalp, “I missed you too, button and I love you more. M’sorry I fell asleep so early, m’actually glad ya woke me up ‘cos I wanted to spend more time with you. You’re so --  you’re such a warming presence y’know? Feel cold without you.” She snuffs a good, post-sleep sniffle, “I hope that doesn’t sound like. . .clingy. You’re just great, yeah?”  

Harry feels his whole body flush with adulation, his arms constricting around her a little tighter. 

“I know exactly what you mean.”