Bliss
His fingers ran over my spine, tracing patterns that I could not decipher in my sleepy haze. My eyelids fluttered slightly in response and I felt his lips brush against my cheek ever so lightly.
“Morning, beautiful.” I heard his gruff voice say, breaking the previous silence that filled the cold air. A shiver went down my spine in response to the wintery temperature and he pulled the blankets over my shoulders.
“’Beautiful’ isn’t exactly the best word for this right now.” I mumbled, my voice hoarse and thick through lack of use. “But good morning to you, too.” I finally opened my eyes and was greeted with his tired, smiling face. Bags lined his shining green eyes and dark circles followed them also. I traced the giveaway markings with my hands and sighed. Times like these were a luxury – times with just me and Harry alone. Lately, he’d been working such long days. He’d wake up early to do promotional work and always come back late. I couldn’t blame him, and I couldn’t stop appreciating the fact that he always demanded to stay at home whenever possible as opposed to, more conveniently, staying at hotels that were nearer the studios. Times that we both had away from work were rare and usually interrupted by one thing or another. None of this was either of our faults though; it was just a common part of our lives that we managed to deal with.
“Oh but it is, my love.” He spoke softly and I involuntarily shivered – I couldn’t tell if it was due to the cold weather or the perfect tone of his voice. Nonetheless, he wrapped both of his strong arms around me, pulling me towards him and hugged me tightly.
“You have such a tilted view of things.” I spoke into his neck before leaving a small trail of kisses on his smooth skin. I heard him mumble something along the lines of ‘whatever’ as he buried his face in my hair.
We stayed like that for many moments, blocking out the cold with our blankets shielding our warm bodies. The only sounds were those of our beating hearts and deep breaths. His response to me this morning could only mean one thing: he was not working today. I smiled into his chest as I knew that, for once, I could stay in this position all day if I felt like it and there was no one – not my boss or his managers – that could stop us.
“What are you smiling at, cutie?” He asked, breaking the comfortable silence with his perfect voice.
“Nothing.” I brushed his words off. “I’m just happy.”
“Well I’m happy that you’re happy.”
“Well I’m happy that you’re happy that I’m happy?” I said, unsure if I was actually making sense. I looked up at him to see him already staring as though I was completely insane. We both burst out laughing simultaneously.
Moments like these are the ones that I always cherished. Me and Harry, no interference, no need for words: just us. We stayed in that same position in our shared bed until the sun drifted across the hills and disappeared for another day.