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Harry's P.O.V.
"Will you just come to bed with me?" I said while shifting uncomfortably under the cold covers. The cold, stiff fabric rubbed up against my skin and caused goosebumps to rise in its wake. The bed didn't have its usual snug and cozy feeling because Y/N was taking a total of thirty-seven years to get into bed with me.
"Hold your horses," she called from inside of the bathroom. I shifted yet again under the covers and tried to warm my freezing limbs. If she had me waiting any longer I'd get hypothermia for sure.
"Before my limbs turn blue please!" I teased. I heard her laugh from inside of the bathroom and soon enough she trudged out of the room, making sure to take as long as possible to get under the covers.
She sported a smirk as she headed over to her side of the bed and I gave her a longing look to put me out of my misery. She finally climbed under the covers and I soon felt my limbs warming up.
She quickly pressed the front of her body against my back and began to wrap her arms around my body. I nuzzled myself up against her and let my eyes flutter shut as I began to relax my muscles.
Y/N understood how much I adored being the little spoon and she also understood how hard it was for me to fall asleep when there was no one by my side. I experienced my nights of bad sleep while on tour so whenever I was home I loved being able to curl up against Y/N and finally drift off into a comfortable sleep.
Her lips pressed against my neck lightly before she tightened her arms around my waist. I smiled before taking one long breath in and then allowing sleep to pull me under.
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