Post-wisdom tooth extraction lovey-dovey part 2 (Patreon)

Hello! So sorry that this took so long, I had a whole paper due + a presentation and was not expecting all of it to ransack me at once! I'll be positng to make up for it :) Love you guys! Hope you're staying healthy and safe! 

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ii.

“Hi.” 

“Hi, Sweetheart,” Harry looks up from the book he’s flipping through idly, not really absorbing the content on the pages, especially since he has Twilight playing low in the background on his TV. He’d turned it on for Y/N one of the times she’d stirred awake from her post-wisdom-tooth drug daze. Harry made her mashed potatoes, helped her prop up on his couch with more pillows, and promptly requested they watch Twilight. And how could he say no? Even if he knew she would fall asleep on it, he still put it on, listened to her mumble tiredly about how cute Carisle was before passing out again.  

He had heard her pother some in her sleep, a small few grumbles that make him aware of her but he thinks she might return to her slumber after shuffling around some. Instead, she continues to mutter and mumble until she pushes herself up from the couch, staring at him from where she sat. She’d greeted him with a scratchy throat greeting, and drug his attention back to her fully. 

“What time is it?” 

Harry checks his watch, lips pursed before he responds, “About 12AM.” 

Her brows dip deeply, “Have you not slept? You’re usually in bed by -- by 10 something.” 

“I’m just making sure you’re okay. You still have another painkiller to take for the night so I was just waiting for that.” 

Y/N looks grateful, but that’s also dangerous territory. More often than not, Y/N shows her gratitude with tears and unadulterated amounts of love. He hated seeing her cry, even happy tears, his heart was still sore at her face flushed and her nose all snotty and sniffly. And he loved when she got lovie with him, but it was taking more and more of a toll on him. He had come to terms with his feelings for her and every peppered cheek kiss, tight hug, and declaration of her love for him made it harder and harder not to just expose himself for all the feelings she had stored in his chest.

Her eyes do water but she doesn’t blubber. Instead, she wriggles from her blankets, pulling her feet over the side of the couch and making the short way to where Harry sat on the sofa adjacent to her. She brings the blankets with her, plops herself down beside him but leans backward where the arm of the couch and the back of the couch meet. He had a pillow nestled there for himself but it’s what supports her upper half as she stretches the blanket out from behind her, opening it like a little cocoon, “C’mon, le’s cuddle.”

“I’m not going to lie on you,” he chuckles but she frowns, a pout etched deeply into her features and made his heart ache, “You need your last pain pill and then we’ll move you to the bed, yeah? You’ll get a better rest there.” 

Harry has little time to think when Y/N wraps her fingers around Harry’s arm and pulls him to her body, and while it definitely wasn’t very comfortable, she was quick to shift, move, and shuffle them both until he laid spread across her body. His back was to her chest, her cheek pressed to the crown of his head, and her arms looped around his body, covering him partly in her blanket. The movie on the TV had just been playing over and over again, so it was the second time it was playing through -- the second time that Bella followed Edward out into the woods so he could expose himself. It’s the part that no matter what she’s doing, Y/N will stop it to focus on, and now is no different. 

Now, she nestles her face against his head further and a content sigh leaves her as she does a soft little murmur of Edward’s line. The words vibrate through him, she holds on tighter, her muscles grow weary, droopy and Harry thinks she’s falling asleep again. Cuddled close, holding him within her blanket cocoon, she’s all melty behind him and Harry’s whole body is sizzling with warmth he could barely describe how happy he felt. How complete he felt with her holding onto him -- and he couldn’t stop from imagining every day be like this. Every day they could come home, eat something good and fulfilling, put on a movie, have the fake fire flickering and exchange warmth beneath a shared blanket on the sofa. The rise of her chest from each breath lulls him into a state of such immense calm, he nearly forgets that he’d protested this in the first place. 

“We need to move to the bed,” Harry tells her but she only shakes her head, keeping her cheek pressed to him. 

“No,” she responds, but her words are mumbled and a bit distorted, “Feels good on my tooth, like this. Don’t wanna sleep yet.”

Harry then realizes that she’s using the top of his head to alleviate some of the pain without her medicine and he has to refrain from chuckling as he slowly draws away from her, listening to the helpless little whine, “I reckon you drooling on my head isn’t the best feeling in the world.” He raises up and goes to the couch she had been on before, lying against her mountain of pillows and holds out his arms, “C’mon then, since you don’t wanna sleep. We’ll have a cuddle on this couch instead.”

Y/N seems to accept this, and while she might think she’s going to stay awake and watch the remainder of Twilight with him, Harry knows that if he starts petting on her she’s falling asleep immediately. So she hands him her blanket so that he can fit it around his body and cocoon her how she had done him previous. She fits against his body, snuggled close and sighed again, “You’re so comfy,” she murmured, “I can hear your heart.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” she tips her nose into his chest, “Why do you smell so good?”

“Dunno,” he hums, sinking deeper into the couch before teasing, “I think I might just be perfect.”

Y/N giggles, “I reckon you are.”

That’s it for a while; Y/N merely fades back to sleep as Harry revels in this moment with her. Harry can’t remember the last time he had felt this whole before, which makes him feel so over dramatic for saying, but it’s true. Being with her like this made his world seem calm, his mind was empty of all concerns other than her. Other than whether or not Y/N was comfortable, if she were warm enough, if she was sleeping peacefully. When little snores begin to leave her every so often he knows that she’s deep in her slumber and it makes his heart beat a little faster. 

“Sweet girl,” Harry sighs to himself before he kisses the top of her head, “I love you so much.” 

Her response is another soft snore, but Harry holds her just a little tighter. Harry is a large believer in fate -- nothing is just a happy little accident. People enter and leave your life for a reason, threads of their destinies intertwine, snip, or get entangled. Y/N could have been on any tour crew -- she could’ve been on Niall’s. . .could have been on some obscure indie band’s lighting team and fell in love with the bassist, living her days off tour in some weird cottage three hours from civilization. 

Instead, she ended up on his tour crew. And instead of clamming up when she met him, she was open and honest and sweet.  She made him feel confident even at his most vulnerable, and happy even at his most broken. Y/N was everything he could want and more. 

Harry had been in many places all over the world. He’d met many lovely people, had many interesting, involved conversations at coffee shops in Italy, and shared macaroons with his friend on the southside of France. He’s bathed in the sun on tropical vacations, dined with celebrities he looks up to, shook hands with the queen of bloody England. 

And yet, Harry couldn’t imagine being happier than he was right now, right in this moment with her. 

Harry isn’t sure when he falls asleep but it’s somewhere between the end credits and movie starting over on its third loop. He finally melted into the moment and allowed himself to relax to the point of slumber, a final yawn had made his eyes water his last conscious move. His dreams are pleasant clouds of serenity and warmth. There are a few moments that he stirs awake but it’s only momentarily, he checks on Y/N who is still sleeping peacefully in his arms, and he lets himself fall back to his dreams. 

6AM, when the sun begins crawling up and painting the sky a hazy blue, that’s when Harry wakes up to Y/N staring at him, blinking at him, “Hey,” she murmured, reaching her hand out and petting at his face lazily, “I’ll make you brekkie.” 

“Don’ move,”  he responded, voice thick and raspy, his eyes squinted shut, “Sleep more.”

“You sleep more, I’m sleep-ed out,” she presses away from him, a yawn stretching her lips wide as she continues, “I’ll make eggs.”

Harry makes a noise of disapproval, prompting her head to tilt some, “Not yet, you can’t eat solids,” he nods his head toward the fridge, “I've got applesauce and yogurt for you.” 

“I wasn’t making the eggs for me, I was making them for you.” She tells him but Harry still shakes his head.

“If you can't eat solids I’m not either, babe, that would be cruel.” He pushes himself up from where he had sunk into the couch, “How are you feeling? Is it hurting? You look a little swollen,” he reaches out, gently touching the pads of his fingers to the cheek on the side of the mouth they worked on. She winces a little, no matter how gentle he had been caressing the skin there and he feels a bead of guilt drip to his stomach as he puffs his bottom lip, “Poor thing. How about we have yogurt and then we’ll get you another pain pill, hm? You can take a shower or a bath if you’d like after, and I’ve got some clothes for you to change into.” 

Y/N nods but it is soon followed by a weary sigh, “I feel so bad that you’re taking care of me. You’re not skipping out on errands for this right? Because you can go and get things done if you need to, I promise I won’t eat caramel or burn the flat down or anything.” 

The truth of the matter is, Harry had plenty that he was supposed to do this weekend. There were a few dinners, a meeting or two regarding the next Gucci campaign he was to be a part of, and some shopping (which could be done online but certain things Harry just enjoyed picking out in person) that Harry had called off and rescheduled once he realized the date her appointment fell on. He knew very well that Y/N was an adult and was more than capable of fending for herself, especially after the first day was through, but Harry knew how much it meant to him when one of his mates stuck around after he got his tooth pulled. How nice it was to have a firm shoulder to press his cheek against -- how happy he was to fall asleep in the middle of the day and wake up to his friend just putzing about. And when he wanted to be whiny because of the pain he was in, he wasn’t just doing it to the empty space around him.  

Plus, spending a few days inside doing nothing but lazing around with Y/N? Harry couldn’t think of a better way to spend his time. 

“Actually, I’ve never been more free than this week,” he responds nonchalantly as he raises from the couch, ambling toward the kitchen, “We got really lucky, I reckon. And I don’t mind taking care of you, yeah? I know you’d do the same for me.”

“Break your arm or somethin’ so I can.” She calls from the couch and Harry grins, chuckling low. 

He thinks he might confess to her soon