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*Y/n pov* (present time)
I was finishing up another late night at the office, feeling completely guilty about coming home to Harry so late again. I've had to stay late nearly every night this week as two employees quit their jobs, and I've been stuck with processing all of their loose ends. I've been stressed beyond belief and as if it couldn't get worse, Harry and I ended up getting into quite the fight about how little we've seen of each other. I may have even gotten off work earlier tonight if thinking about it hadn't distracted me so much.
I wanted nothing more than my hands in his short waves and curls, brushing them through. The feeling of his cheek resting on my chest, his long stubble brushing against my collarbone, and his beautiful green eyes closed in peace against me again. Last night, I volunteered the couch and the cold feeling of sleeping alone haunted me all night.
I went into the bedroom this morning to find him still peacefully asleep, and couldn't help but adore him, the guilt of our fight still eating away silently at me.
-- "Do you think I WANT to be away from you?? Of course I fucking don't! It's not like I have a choice, Haz, do you have any idea the stress being put on me right now to get this work done??" --
I kissed his forehead softly, and his eyelashes fluttered when I pulled away. I quietly got ready for work and headed out, sending him a good morning text message as well as an apology for leaving him while he was still asleep but I couldn't bare to wake him. He never replied.
I finally start my drive home, down to the one story, beige toned, really beautiful little house we share, and took in the midnight view of the moon over our front yard surrounding us. The moon shone on the picnic table in our front yard where we've shared many a date, and many an..experience. ...god, that was fun.
I take another look at the dark home and deeply sigh; it feels like the air is being pulled from me. I unlock the door and walk inside. The shutters being closed prevented me from seeing the lamp on in the living room, shining across an obviously exhausted Harry.
"hi, love, what are you still doing awake??" I walk over to him, and take in the expression on his face. It looked like... Guilt? Before I knew it, he took my hand in his, and those green eyes had a different kind of sparkle to them. One that almost hurt to see.
"I'm sorry, Y/n.. I know that work hasn't been your fault or your choice, and I'm just.. sorry for making it out that way. I just miss you. I hate falling asleep without you. I can hardly deal with your arms not being around me once I've went to bed. I miss coming home to make dinner with you, and watching The stupid Notebook. ... and I miss your body, I miss your smile, I miss you." A heavy breath escapes my nose quickly in a quiet laugh that makes him smile.
I look up at him, my sweet boy, and can't stop my hand from finding his cheek. "I've missed you too, Haz," Before Harry can respond, I lean forward and press my lips against his in a deep kiss, allowing both our eyes to close for a moment before pulling away. "Let's go to bed, love." I whisper into his ear gently. Once we've laid down, Harry's hand beside mine, his fingers reach over to touch mine before our hands are holding each other and he leans over to lay on me. He rests his head on my chest and I listen to his breathing become softer as he starts to fall asleep.
"Goodnight, my love." "goodnight, Y/n.." My eyes close and I drift off to sleep, feeling a little more safe.
(A/n) hey guys, back! Really hope you enjoy this chapter, please leave a comment telling me what you think, and vote, please, it lets me know I'm doing good and motivates me to keep writing chapters. Love you all
