Resolution

85. Love Love Love

"Well I've been dreaming, ever since I've seen you. Heaven when you came my way."

Song: Love Love Love

Artist: Avalanche City

An uncomfortable jolt of pain struck my brain, waking me from my deep sleep as the inevitable hangover seemed to kick in. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly in an attempt to fend it off, but it didn't seem to help. A quiet whimper rattled from my throat in a moment of self-pity, causing Harry's arms to tighten subconsciously around my waist. My forehead was pressed into his chest, his arms looped around me and settling behind my back as he hugged me to him in his sleep. His skin, bare now, was warm to the touch as I tried to sink further into him and escape the hangover.

Last night, our attempts to lose ourselves in our bodies hadn't worked out, the fits of giddy laughter, alcohol-induced incoordination, and the pull of sleep overcoming our physical desires. We'd gotten each other stripped down to only undergarments before giving up and drifting off to sleep. That in itself had been quite the feat, because Harry had continually fallen over when he tried to remove his jeans, eventually having to sit on the floor while I tugged them off for him between fits of laughter.

I felt his chest expand a bit further than usual as he drew a deeper breath, waking like he often did moments after I did. It was as if our bodies could sense when the other was awake, the subconscious mind stirring from the depths of sleep to join the other. A deep rumble resonated through his chest, making it vibrate against my skin while his arms tightened once more around me.

"Owww," he grumbled, bypassing his usual morning greeting. I felt his pain.

"My head hurts," I muttered, my words muffled by his chest where I remained curled. My fingers whispered lightly over his skin, unable to move much else.

"Mine does too," he said, his voice so impossibly gravelly it was hard to understand him. He let out a deep groan as he rolled into me, burying his face in his pillow to hide it from the light streaming through my window. He tugged me with him so I was partially beneath his chest now rather than lying on my side. "I wanna die."

His words were nearly completely drowned out by the pillow and the rough quality to his voice, but I couldn't help let out a small giggle. We deserved this miserable hangover after the amount of alcohol we'd thought we had business consuming last night.

"I'd miss you too much," I mumbled, snuggling further into him and reveling in the weight of his body partially over me. He didn't reply but let out a small whine. A soft smile pulled at my lips and I managed to free my arms from beneath him to let them trail lightly down the soft skin on his back. Residual overwhelming happiness was still coursing through my veins from the question he'd asked me last night- something I couldn't forget no matter how much alcohol I'd consumed. I felt a sudden fear that maybe he wouldn't remember asking; just because I remembered didn't mean he would.

"Harry?" I whispered quietly, not wanting to cause unnecessary strife to our fragile brains.

"Hmm?" The sound of his reply seemed to cut in and out a few times, his voice breaking thanks to his hangover and the early morning.

"Do you, um... remem-"

"Of course I do, Hal," he said, cutting me off to answer my unfinished question. "You're moving in with me. Can't back out now."

My lips split into a wide grin that he could not see as he buried his face into my neck now rather than the pillow. He appeared completely casual, as if he had no doubt in his mind that I still wanted what I had wanted last night.

He was right.

"I'd never want to back out," I answered honestly. My thighs squeezed innocently around his hips in a kind of hug, his body falling between my legs like it so often did. It was my favorite way to lie with him: his face tucked into my neck, his hips between my legs, weight rested on me. It made me feel warm, safe. Loved.