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Secret Admirer: You Like To Cuddle In Your Sleep

Harry closed his book and carefully dropped it onto the carpeted floor. He was sleepy and Summer already knew the material he was helping her with. Sometimes he thought that she asked him for help because she wanted him around more, but that felt too far fetched. he liked the thought though.

Outside the sky was a pale gray and large banks of white coated everything in sight. It was winter and that meant that snow was frequent and Summer was happy. Summer was in love with winter and everything about it and Harry liked to be around her in the winter because her eyes were bright and her cheeks were always rosy.

"I vote that we take a nap break."

Summer digested his words for a moment. She laughed loudly and looked up from her book to meet his eyes, "A nap break? Harry, we're not in elementary school."

He laughed with her and rolled over on his side. Snow fell gently outside the window and added to the blanket of white that already covered a majority of the state. Harry loved days like this just as much as Summer did, but they made him sleepy.

"So? I'm tired and you know this stuff already. Take a nap with me and maybe I'll help you revise your paper on Shakespeare."

The idea is tempting, she hates how her paper is right now and all it's doing is frustrating her anyway. What could a nap hurt? It's not like they'd be doing anything other than sleeping. he's her best friend and she's pretty sure that their relationship is platonic, even though she sort of has a crush on him.

"Will you really help me revise my paper? I hate it right now and it's driving me crazy."

Harry smiles as she turns in her chair to look at him, "Yes, I'll help you revise your paper."

Summer debates the idea a little more before she drops her pen and crawls into the bed with him. This is new for her, he's been over before but when he stays he insists that he sleeps on the floor. She never really understands why he does that because it's not like they're going to have sex or anything, they're just sleeping.

She's facing the window and he's facing her. There isn't much space between them and he's trying his best not to think about it. But it's nearly impossible to ignore when he likes her so damn much.

"Your paper isn't as bad as you think it is."

A small smile graced her lips as she cuddled into the warm blankets, "And how would you know that? You've been sitting in bed the entire time that I've been writing it."

Harry beamed proudly, "Not while you were in the bathroom."

Summer's eyes widen, "You didn't."

He laughs as he sinks further into her comfy mattress, "We both know that I did. It's wonderful, Summer. I mean it."

There's a slight tint to her cheeks as she changes the subject, the way that he's looking at her is making her giddy and sending her heart into a frenzy. "I thought you wanted to take a nap."

Harry rolls his eyes, "I do, I just wanted to let you know that your paper isn't terrible."

They smile at one another for a moment before Harry closes his eyes and mumbles a goodnight even though it's the middle of the afternoon. Nevertheless, Summer repeats and closes her eyes as well.

It doesn't take Harry very long to fall asleep, and it never has really, at least not that she's noticed. He's got his mouth open and half of his face in the pillow, his unruly curls falling over his eyes a tiny bit.

He's absolutely adorable. Summer tried to sleep, but it's not as easy for her to fall asleep and he certainly doesn't make it any easier when he's around. Sometimes it's like he doesn't even realize that he's a living, breathing, Adonis and she hates that because it does things to her. Things that she never thought she'd feel for her best friend. Things that she told herself she wouldn't feel for him.

Harry shifts a little and grumbles in his sleep and Summer can't help the soft giggle that falls from her lips.  She's not laughing for long though because he moves around some more until he's at her side, pulling her into his embrace and burying his head in her neck, a contented sigh passing his lips.

She's not supposed to feel the way that she does as his soft lips brush her skin and his body presses into hers, but she does and there's no way that she can help it--she's tried over and over again and nothing ever works.

He's incredibly warm and cuddly though, and she doesn't have it in her to wake him up and tell him to stick to his side of the bed. Maybe this is why he always insisted that he sleep on the floor when he spends the night.

Eventually, her heart calms down and she falls asleep too, her dreams clouded with the boy in her bed and how he doesn't know that she wants him more than she's ever wanted anything or anyone.

When she wakes up, Harry's made it back to his side of the bed, curled up in a comfortable ball and wrapped in half of the covers. Something about the way he looks and the soft snores that fall from her lips makes her smile.

It's nearly six now and she's starving, so she decides to gently shake his shoulder and wake him up.

"Harry."

He doesn't budge, but she hears his breathing change and she knows that he's awake.

"Harry."

"Hmm?"

"Get up. It's time for dinner."

A soft groan passes his lips as he rolls over on his side to face her, his green eyes soft and tired and his bottom lip slightly pushed out. "Can't we just order in and sleep some more?"

Summer laughs and shakes her head as she pushes his hair out of his face, "No. My mom's been ordering in all week and I want some real homemade food."

Harry closes his eyes and she sighs, "If you don't get up, I'm going to tell the guys how you love to cuddle in your sleep."

She knows that this will get a reaction because she knows that he cares about how they look at him on some level. But she doesn't get the reaction that she was expecting.

His eyes remain closed and the edges of his lips curve upward into a smile, "Who said I was asleep?"