well i didn't get tickets today but at least i had time to sit down and finish this. sorry for the wait and please can i get 30 votes :) don't forget to leave a request if you want!
this is for @_afraidstyles7 btw !!
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If the dark bags that were painted beneath Harry's eyes weren't enough evidence of the fatigue that weighed heavy on his shoulders, then the slow dragging of his boots against the hardwood floor of the apartment would have been. He rubbed at his eyes, vision blurred by the darkness that blanketed the flat, and carefully set his keys down so to not make too much noise. He knew that his girlfriend was asleep, along with the two month old infant who was probably tucked away in his crib; the last thing Harry wanted was to wake the baby up and have high-pitched crying fill his ears.
He had only been a father for ten weeks now but already he could feel himself struggling to balance everything. It was like a circus act, trying to juggle both his work that called for him to be busy for long hours, and his son whose life he didn't want to miss even a moment of.
And then of course, there was the mother of his child. Harry couldn't remember the last time he had gotten to caress her warm skin without being interrupted by a needy infant, or kiss her more than a chaste peck to the lips before he was off to the studio. It was always another time, but then another time ended up in both of them not being able to keep their eyes open long enough to actually indulge in each other.
"Babe... you're not even- are yeh even wet for me?" Harry had slipped his hand from out of her panties with a disbelieving scoff leaving his lips. His cock was physically aching just from lazily making out on their bed for a few minutes after putting their son to sleep.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Rory whispered sheepishly, covering her hands over her face. "I can't think about anything other than sleep right now."
Harry couldn't have hid the disappointment on his face even if he tried; he had rolled off of her, assuring her it was okay, and promises of another time had been shared between them before his girlfriend drifted to sleep beside him only minutes later. That had been the last time they even were close to getting anywhere, meaning that Harry had to settle for pretending his rough hand was her smooth, soft one as he pumped himself with it in the shower each morning, desperate for some sort of relief.
But it wasn't the same. He missed her. He missed being close to her.
Upon reaching the door to their bedroom, Harry gently pushed it open and padded inside. His eyes immediately drifted to the body that was curled up in the sheets, her skin mostly exposed except for the thin white shirt she had tugged on to sleep in. A tired smile hinted at his lips as he watched her chest rise and fall with a steady breath, and without wasting another second he undid the zipper of his jeans, dragging it down the jagged teeth before kicking them off his legs. He tugged on the collar of his shirt and tossed the clothes in a careless pile on the floor before slipping into the bed with her.
Harry was careful not wake her, but as he peeled the sheet back to place it over his torso, the girl beside him stirred in her sleep.
"Harry?" she slurred and he mentally swore at himself for not being quieter.
"Hey," he whispered. He smiled softly as he watched her eyes barely flutter open enough to glance at him, her full lips smacking together. Harry scooted closer, the warmth between their bodies surging through his veins from the proximity of their skin, and he let his arm slip under her waist to beckon her to his chest.
