"You mean you've never made a blanket fort before?" Harry asked you as he dropped the blanket covering his body onto the floor. His shining and large eyes widened as you sat silently trying to ignore his statement which unfortunately was very true. "Come on!" Harry said while quickly stepping up from the couch.
"Where are we going?" You asked as Harry began to toss couch cushions and blankets onto the floor.
"We're going to build a blanket fort Einstein," he said with a smirk while he began to push several chairs together to drape blankets over them. "Can you grab something to hold this down?" Harry asked as he pulled a blanket over the tops of the chairs and you used a pile of books that you'd keep on the coffee table to hold the blankets in place.
"How is this going to hold?" You inquired as Harry headed into your bedroom to strip the bed of the sheets and comforter.
"Are you seriously questioning my fort making skills?" Harry said with a smirk as he slid into the opening of the fort and began to set the sheets in place.
"For all I know you could be lying," you replied sarcastically while handing him the pillows and cushions he had carelessly tossed onto the floor several minutes ago. "Now I'm wishing I asked you about your fort making skills before I started dating you; it would've been a deal breaker." You teased while Harry peered his head out of the fort, smirking slightly.
"Ditto," he said after sticking his tongue out at you and sliding his head back into the fort. You got down on your knees and carefully slid inside of the blanket fort that he made surprisingly well.
Harry was lying on his back while staring at the patterns of the blankets above his head. He extended his arms out for you and you quickly leaned your head against his chest.
"I'm damn lucky you're a good cuddler because your blanket fort making skills are nonexistent," Harry teased while his soft lips pressed lightly against your temple. Your grip around his waist tightened and your eyes slowly shut.
"You're lucky you're a good fort builder because your cuddling skills are shit," you teased while cupping your hand over your mouth as Harry reacted to your comment. Immediately he moved his body on top of yours and repeatedly kissed you over and over again. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and continued to kiss you over and over again while you laughed loudly.
"My cuddles are shit?" He said while fighting back laughter as he nipped lightly at your neck.
"Yes!" You continued to tease him as his lips attacked you.
"Well then," he said while pressing one final kiss to your nose before closing his eyes and steadying his breathing.
"I love you," You replied softly while running your fingers through his soft, long locks.
"And I love you," he said. "Even though you suck at tent making." One last kiss was pressed to your lips before his eyes shut and within minutes, so did yours.