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Harry wasn’t usually vocal about his needs and wants regarding the affectionate side of our relationship. Sometimes when we’d take walks in the park nearby he’d slowly reach out to intertwine his fingers with mine and rub his thumb over my knuckles soothingly. Or late at night when we’re both on the verge of sleep he’d inch a little closer to me and slide his left ankle in between both of mine behind me. And I’m not the kind of guy who shys away from these little touches with us, I start them mostly every day, every hour if I’m being honest. I’ll pass him near the kitchen table and place the palm of my hand on his lower back softly, or I'll wrap my arm around his waist when we’re cuddled on the sofa watching one of his silly romantic films he insists on needing to see for the fifteenth time. Harry isn’t the type to necessarily ask for some sort of physical affection from me. Which is why I’m just slightly confused on why my boyfriend has come abruptly storming up to me on our couch after slamming the door, and practically shoving his face into the crook of my neck. I’m not complaining, I love it when he’s like this- when he lets the world slip away and just focuses on being here with me. But something’s not right and I swear to every god if someone hurt my boy even the smallest bit today I will find them and I will-
“Hold me,please” is whispered into my collarbone so low I barely hear the words come out of his mouth. But it catches me off guard, him sounding almost on the verge of tears and refusing to look me in the eyes since he came in here.
“Haz, babe, what’s going on in that head of yours?” I’m using the softest voice I can with him now, wanting to keep him here beside me. I wrap my arms around him fully as he shakes his head where it’s pressed into my neck still. I let my one hand reach up to slowly mangle in his curls while my other hand begins to trace the shapes of tiny love hearts onto his upper arm that’s pressed in between the two of our bodies.
I felt him shift a bit to tuck himself even smaller as his knees pressed inwards towards me. “Just stay, would you?” I’m not sure what brought this on, what made him think that I would ever leave him, I would never be able to do that to either of us.
“I’d never go anywhere pet, not without you.” I leaned away slightly from him so I could press my fingertips under his chin to lift it up a bit, so I could finally look at the boy here next to me.
The corners of my lips turn upwards at the sight of him, how could they not. “There you are love, I missed you” I didn’t wait for an answer or a shrug or another mumble before leaning forward to ever so softly begin to press my lips against every inch of his face I possibly could. I let my hands wander along the sides of his waist, finding the spots I know he’s the most ticklish at. And then I heard it- the sound I’ve compared birds chirping and cats purring to- he laughed. My boyfriend was smiling at me, his eyes soft and his hair all ruffled up from my hands being in it, and god was he beautiful.
“Feeling better darling?” He sniffled softly before placing his hand overtop my shirt, right where my heart is, and moving a bit so he was half on top of me to leave the lightest brush of his cold lips against the side of my neck he was previously hiding in.
“Better now, always better with you.” I’m sure he could feel the speeding up of my heartbeat as he spoke, letting his body relax against mine. He has made me fall in love with this life, because it is him that I have with me through all of it, and I will do whatever it takes to make him see how special he is, how loved he is, how needed he is. I love this boy, i love my boy.