The mattress moved underneath you and you felt your boyfriend of 8 months sit on it. He has been back from touring for awhile now and has been hiding out in your house some nights. Tonight wasn't any different besides the fact that you had a fever.
It was hot outside but you couldn't help but shiver as you sweat. Harry had gone way beyond when it came to helping you. He made you baths, soup, and even rubbed your feet. Well that last one was a regular.
But now Harry has ran out of options because you strongly refused to take medicine. You only ever get sick the first week of summer and always healed naturally. Medicine has always been a joke to you.
"How are you feeling?" He asks running his long fingers through your hair. You let out a small moan at the feeling.
"If you keep doing that, I will feel better in no time." You smile softly closing your eyes. "I have an idea." he says before getting up and leaving the room. In the meantime, I close my eyes and feel my eyelids burn my eyes. There's something so satisfying about it to me.
In no time, Harry is back with his acoustic guitar. He sat on the bed by my head and started the cords to "Little things." He started singing and playing the chords without a single mistake, meaning he's been practicing this song for a while now.
"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bear this mind it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do, it's you, oh it's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you and all these little things
You can't go to bed without a cup of tea
Maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me."
This sight was the most beautiful and purest side of Harry. It was rare for Harry to take out his guitar and sing to me but he knew I absolutely loved it. Any girl would. He continues with "Sweet Creature" and "If I Could Fly".
He puts the guitar down and strips down to boxers before getting under the blankets with you. "I hope you feel better, princess." he mumbles to my forehead. "Cuddles from you is the cherry on top." I sigh comfortably, kissing his chest and falling asleep.