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Sweet Creature (h.s.)

a/n: a huge thank you to @fallinallincurls for lending me her concept! it’s awesome, so go read it rn. i’ve been struggling with tumblr all day long, so please tell me if anything is wrong with this. some lines didn’t paste in, and others pasted seven times, and I don’t know why. i’m never gonna fucking write again if this persists, soooo yeah. anyway, i love this idea, so I hope it’s somewhat enjoyable at least xo

summary: the reader is sick on her birthday and harry vows to give her the best day ever, despite that.

word count: 4.something k

Harry let out a wistful sigh as he looked down at the sleeping beauty in his arms. The way you could look so ethereal while you slept was something he’d never understand. It was cloudy and gray outside, but the light was still streaming into the window, casting an angelic glow on your gorgeous features.

You were positioned in his arms with your face buried into his thin white t-shirt so you could smell the scent you loved so much, which was inherently his. Your arms were wrapped loosely around him and your fists were stuffed with handfuls of his shirt and he’d have it no other way.

“G’mornin’, angel,” Harry said softly in his low morning voice, caressing your forehead gently with his thumb.

You stirred in his arms and moved your head to rest higher up on his chest, but said nothing.

“Good morning,” he repeated with a sleepy smile. “Happy birthday, love!”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your fists. “What time is it?”

“Eight-forty-two,” he replied after a glance at the clock. “Someone’s sleepy, huh?”

You nodded, your head still resting on his chest. Your eyes were brimming with tears that could only be described as disappointed.

“Are you alright?” he questioned, brows furrowed with concern.

You shook your head. “I don’t feel good. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, honey,” he sighed as he squeezed you tightly. “Don’t be sorry. Shit happens, it’s okay.”

“But now we can’t do everything you had planned.”

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. We can do those things some other time. Besides, there’s plenty of stuff to do around the house.”

“Like what?”

“First off, we’ll get some cold medicine in you so you’ll feel better. Then I’ll make you breakfast—whatever you want—and we can watch movies or snuggle or something. Sound good?”

You sniffled and nodded. “You’re so good to me, Harry,” you whimpered.

“It’s ‘cuz I love you,” he explained. “I’ll do anything for you.”

You let out a whiny hum at his words.

“So do you want for your birthday?” he inquired.

“An orgasm,” you answered without missing a beat.

“Just one?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” A naughty glimmer rested in his green eyes and you loved it.

“Yes.”

“Only one orgasm for my birthday girl?” Harry pouted and you had to crack a smile.

“Yes.”

A priceless look rested on his beautiful face, causing you to laugh out loud, despite your sore throat.

“You can have it whenever you’re ready,” he promised before changing the subject tactfully. “If you want to sleep in a little longer, I can get started making you some breakfast.”

You nodded your agreement and he got up, leaving a warm, empty spot on the bed next to you. You shivered, already missing his warmth, and he let out a low chuckle.

“Aww, my baby’s all shivery,” he frowned. “I can grab you some more blankets if you need ‘em.”

“Yes, please,” you agreed, pulling the comforter up to your chin.

Harry returned moments later with an armful of blankets and pillows of various colors and patterns. “Get comfortable,” he commanded lightheartedly.

You rolled onto your right side and curled up around one of the pillows, and he used the rest to prop you up. You were wrapped up like a burrito in all of the blankets, and he admired his work with a giggle. “You’re so cute wrapped up like that,” he smiled, pressing kisses to your warm temples between his words.

You sniffled and wiped your nose on the pillow before giving him a smile in return.

“I’ll leave you alone now. Gonna make you something to eat, okay?”

You hummed in approval, your eyes closing with his touch.

“Sleep tight, baby doll.”

A little less than an hour later, you woke up and heard a timer going off in the kitchen, followed by Harry’s careful footsteps. You emerged from your blanket cocoon, only to scurry back in when the cool air hit you. The blankets were warm from being slept in, and they fell comfortably against you.

A few minutes later, you heard Harry’s footsteps approaching the bedroom’s closed door.

He poked his head cautiously into the room, entering fully when he saw that you were awake.

“Did you sleep?” Was the first thing he asked.

“Yeah,” you grinned. “I’m really comfortable.”

“My baby and her little nest,” he said with adoration as he ruffled your hair. “Are you ready for breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you said, imagining the wonderful scents that your stuffy nose was causing you to miss out on. “What did you make?”

“Can’t you smell it?”

“No.”

“Well then, it’s a surprise. Hey!” An excited sparkle entered Harry’s green eyes. “Can I choose an outfit for you to wear?”

“Yes,” you giggled, causing your throat to tickle. “Choose me something comfortable.”

Harry crossed the room in a few long strides and began rummaging through the two dressers that stood together. He selected some articles of clothing as you watched from your cocoon, pulling some tissues from the box on your nightstand. You blew your nose as your boyfriend laid out the clothes at the foot of the bed.

“Ta-da!” he beamed adorably, making jazz hands. “Do you like it?”

The outfit consisted of an old pair of your sweatpants and one of Harry’s softest t-shirts, as well as his heaviest sweatshirt.

“That looks so cozy,” you commented as you prepared to have your boyfriend’s idea of cute bestowed upon you.

“Nice and cozy for my girl to rest and get better in.”

The sweatpants slid up effortlessly and the worn brown graphic tee fell almost to your knees. You decided to keep the sweatshirt off during breakfast at least, because the sleeves would be far too long to eat in.

“Mind if I carry you, princess?” Harry asked, and you granted him permission immediately.

He picked you up and your legs found themselves around his waist instinctively, your arms hanging loosely around his neck. You buried your face in the back of his shoulder momentarily, just long enough to muffle a big sneeze that left you sniffling.

“Bless you,” he cooed gently as he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Surprise!”

You were set down on the cold kitchen floor where you turned around to see the island decorated with a vase of flowers and two ornate placemats that looked like they came from someone’s dead grandma’s house. A shiny happy birthday sign hung on the wall and a card sat on your chair, along with a bottle of cold medicine. You picked them up before sitting down, and watched Harry intently as he dished up the food.

You couldn’t get over his physique and his personality and his heart no matter how hard you tried. He was by far the most thoughtful, loving, caring, hottest boyfriend ever.

He set a plate down in front of you and you gave him a warm smile as you took it in. Your birthday breakfast consisted of strawberries, eggs, bacon, and an extremely appetizing cinnamon roll with icing on top.

“Oh, Harry,” you sighed happily. “You didn’t have to do all this, but it’s amazing! Thanks so much!”

Harry blushed a little at the compliment before seating himself on the chair beside you. “You deserve it, puppy. You deserve the world. It’s gotta suck to feel icky on your birthday, so I’m gonna do everything in my power to make it memorable.”

“Every day with you is memorable,” you smiled as you took a sip of orange juice. “You’re my favorite person ever.”

Harry was about to respond with something sappy, but he was interrupted by a sudden bright idea. “Ooh, wait!” he sprung from his seat like he was possessed by Tigger. “Don’t start eating yet.”

He began opening and closing cupboards and drawers with gusto, desperately searching for two sacred items. He returned to the table once he’d found them, and frowned at your amusement.

“Don’t laugh.”

He lit a match and stuck a striped, half-melted birthday candle into the center of your cinnamon roll.

“It’s pathetic, I know, but I promise I’ll get a cake as soon as you feel better.”

You leaned out of your chair to give him a side hug.

“Make a wish,” he urged, his eyes aglow like a five-year-old at a birthday party.

You thought long hard about what to wish for, but you ultimately decided that you had all that you could ever want or need. You moved your face closer to the flame to blow it out, but you were caught off guard by a sneeze.

It came on too quickly for you to cover, so you just apologized quietly and refused to look at Harry.

“That’s one way to do it,” he chuckled. “That’s why I didn’t make a cake. No offense.”

“None taken,” you groaned, trying not to find humor in the situation. When the laughter became too hard for both of you to suppress, you set your head on the table and pretended to cry while Harry continued laughing.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you pouted. “If it was up to me I wouldn’t feel so gross.”

“I know, I know. Sorry, lovie.” Harry threw an arm around you and picked his fork up.

Breakfast was delicious, and the little bit that you could smell was equally mouthwatering. The conversation was dominated by Harry since your throat was sore and scratchy, but he made sure you knew how loved you were, and how much your smile and laugh meant to him.

“We’ve got a busy day, you know,” he said as he examined the dishes in the sink, debating whether he should do them or leave them, and ultimately deciding to let them go. “Lots of stuff to do.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, you know,” he repeated. “Movies to watch, naps to take, kisses to give, and orgasms to be dealt.”

You licked your lips at the thought of an orgasm from Harry. “Sounds good to me!”

“Gifts to be opened,” he continued with a wink.

“Spending a whole day with you is a gift!” you protested. “What more could I possibly want?”

“You know.”

“Stop saying that,” you giggled, wiping your nose on the shoulder of your t-shirt. “It means nothing, you know.”

Harry just shook his head and popped a strawberry into his mouth, leaves and all. “If only you knew.”

He walked with you to the couch where he picked you up and set you on his lap. “There,” he said with satisfaction. “I like to hold my baby.”

You stayed on his lap, staring into space while he braided your hair, letting the comfortable silence set in.

He was always so gentle with you, especially when you weren’t feeling your best, and his touch always relaxed you.

“You look like you could use a nap,” he noticed, and you nodded in resignation.

“I’m sorry,” you pouted with a sniffle. “I’m no fun today.”

“You’re not boring, I promise. Plus, I really like to snuggle with you,” he said softly, placing kisses all over your forehead and cheeks. “If you were dead, I’d snuggle with your corpse.”

You gave him a blank stare as you tried to comprehend what he’d just said.

“Yeah, that didn’t sound how I anticipated,” he shook his head. “Sorry ‘bout that, love bug.”

“It’s okay, Harry,” you said, petting his head. “I love you anyway.”

“You’ve got goosebumps all over,” he breathed as he felt your bare arms. “Lets go up to bed for a little bit. You can take a nap if you want, or we can just relax in your little blanket fort. Anything you want, darling.”

Goosebumps were the least of your problems. You could barely keep your eyes open, and you could barely breathe without making your throat tickle. Your throat felt rawer and rawer after every swallow, and your head was pounding. A nap would be a good escape.

You followed Harry upstairs and he tucked you into the mound of blankets before joining you and nestling a box of tissues into the covers by your head.

“Thank you,” you said miserably. “I’ll need them.”

“The medicine should start kicking in any minute, lovie,” Harry assured you.

You rolled over in hopes of getting more cuddles and he gave you the prettiest, most genuine smile you had ever seen. His eyes were full of warmth and compassion, and he was practically begging to be kissed.

Placing one hand on each of his cheeks, you pulled him down closer to you and put a simple kiss on his warm, soft lips.

He hummed with pleasure.

When you tried to lay back down, he laid down with you, his head hanging above yours. One of his strong arms wrapped around your back, and his opposite hand rested firmly on the back of your head. He held you steady as he lowered his lips down to yours.

He kissed you deeply and passionately, his tongue slipping into your mouth and meeting yours. He would have stayed there, kissing you forever, had your nose not been blocked. After you pulled away for the third time, Harry retracted himself as well, and laid back against the pillow mountain.

“I think it’s time for us to have a nap.”

As much as you wanted to keep kissing him, you had to agree. Maybe you would feel better in your dreams.

He pulled you close to him and rewarded you with a kiss on the tip of your sensitive nose. “Sweet dreams, Y/NN.”

You responded with a sneeze and an apology.

Harry shook his head, a lopsided smile adorning his face. “Bless you. Nap time for real, now?”

You pulled a tissue from the box beside you and blew your nose with it before cuddling up with him again.

“You’ll feel better when you wake up. I promise.”

Harry’s arms were the best place to sleep. They held you tightly so you felt safe and secure, and you could feel his solid chest beneath you. If you were positioned correctly, you could even hear his heartbeat and his rhythmic breathing, and feel it on the back of your neck. You were convinced that his arms were the safest place in the world.

You had no trouble falling asleep there, and you always slept soundly. You always woke up well rested and happy, and today was no exception.

“Y/N,” Harry greeted you when he saw your open eyes. “Do you feel better?”

“Yes,” you sighed in satisfaction. “Where were you?”

“I made you some soup,” he explained, beckoning towards his side table. Then, upon seeing your face, he asked, “You’re not hungry, are you?”

Biting your lip, you shook your head reluctantly, quickly adding, “I’ll try some, though.”

“Just have a little bit,” Harry compromised. “It’ll help with your throat if nothing else.”

He adjusted the blankets around your lap when you sat up, and he handed you the one of the two steamy bowls.

It was warm and comfortable in your hands, and you were sure it smelled heavenly. You blew at the steam before dipping a spoon into it.

“It’s good, baby,” you praised. “It feels good on my throat. Thanks.”

“It’s straight out of a can,” he laughed. “Not too much room for me to screw up. You’re welcome. You don’t have to finish it, I kind of made a lot.”

You only ate a few bites, but Harry didn’t push it. Instead, he grabbed an armful of pillows and blankets and motioned for you to follow him. “I’m gonna get us set up on the couch. You start thinking about what movie you want to watch.”

You followed his tall figure down the stairs and to the living room couch, where he dropped the pile of blankets and collapsed onto the cushions.

“Stop doing that,” you giggled as you laid down on top of him and pulled the blankets up to your chin. “We’re going to need a whole new couch before this one is a year old!”

“Relax. This couch can hold me.”

“You’ll think it’s really funny when it crumbles beneath you.”

“I take it you’re feeling better?”

“Kind of,” you sniffled, causing your throat to tickle.

“I know what would make it better, though,” he grinned.

“What?” You were intrigued.

“The Greatest Showman?”

“How did you guess?”

“Better question. How dumb would I have to be to guess wrong?”

“Good point,” you sniffled, resting your head against his chest. “You know me so well.”

He turned on the television and soon the movie’s familiar intro was playing. You knew practically every line of the entire thing, and every song, yet it never got old. Lying on your boyfriend’s chest, watching your favorite movie, snuggled up with your favorite blankets was the epitome of comforting.

He kept you snug and secure the whole time, moving to accommodate you when you rolled over. He rubbed your back when you coughed and kissed your forehead when you sniffled or sneezed. He knew how clingy you were whenever you got sick, and he indulged it fully, always making himself available for cuddle time.

The movie tended to whiz by. Every time you watched it, it seemed to end faster, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable.

“Did you like it?” Harry teased. “Was it better than the three billion other times we’ve watched it?”

“Yessss,” you whispered before clearing your throat. “Can I get my present now?”

“Oh, yeah!” Harry’s eyes lit up. “Let me go get them.”

“Not those, silly,” you laughed. “The one I asked for earlier.”

“Oh, that present.” Harry’s eyes gleamed hungrily. “Naughty girl.”

You received four orgasms by the time he was done with you, and more than your fair share of birthday spankings. He had been gentle with you, but you could still feel it when he was done.

Now you were sitting on the floor by the coffee table, wrapped in his sweatshirt, watching him clean up.

Every few seconds he’d avert his gaze to you and give you a playful smirk before going back to cleaning.

You sighed and rested your head on the cool glass of the coffee table as you watched him.

He saw you from his peripheral and just shook his head. “Must be nice,” he mused. “I’m kidding. I don’t mind cleaning up after a pretty girl makes a pretty mess all over me.”

You gave a lustful hum, becoming aware of how you probably looked with your cheek smashed against the coffee table.

“You like that?” Harry taunted good-naturedly. “Yeah? How ‘bout we go take a bath. Would that feel good?”

Baths with Harry were usually how you led up to sex. He would let you sit on his lap because you didn’t like to be on the bottom of the tub. Eventually, you would start shifting on top of him to get his cock nice and hard, and next thing you knew, he was buried deep inside you. After-sex cleanup usually consisted of a hasty shower or nothing at all. Today was much different, because he was striving to pamper you.

There was a candle lit, but the lights were off, so as to assuage your headache. You were lying limply on his chest, playing with his tits, per usual, as he was deep in thought.

It was getting late and you hadn’t had dinner or opened your presents yet. You had no idea what was awaiting you, but he did, and he was beginning to get anxious. A symptom of his anxiety was restlessness, and he was definitely getting restless.

“Harry, babe, are you okay?” you asked, disgruntled from all of his sudden movement.

“I’m alright. You know what? How about we order some takeout. Whatever you want, I’ll call it in right now.”

“What’s open?”

“Good point,” he admitted, squinting to examine the foggy clock on the wall. “It’s nine-twenty-nine, probably only bars. Still, I bet we could order something good.”

“Get me whatever you order, unless it has peanuts in it.”

“My indecisive princess at her finest,” he chuckled with admiration. “I’m gonna go dry off and call it in.”

You stayed in the tub just long enough to watch him dry off every part of his body and tie the towel around his waist, stepping out of the room, phone in hand.

A gust of cool air entered when the door opened, and you climbed out of the tub to avoid the draft. The mixture of the day’s events and your headache made you feel like you were dreaming. You expected to wake up beside him at any moment, but this was indeed real life, and it was about to get even more dreamlike.

You dressed yourself in Harry’s pajamas from the night before and walked down to the living room, setting up camp on the couch again.

Harry was in the other bathroom, doin with something curious, but you figured he might not want you to investigate in case he had clogged the toilet, or done something embarrassing.

“Food’ll be delivered in twenty minutes,” he hollered as he continued doing what he was doing. “I’ll be out as soon as possible.”

You gave him a sound of acknowledgment before groping the cushions blindly for the remote, which was all the way down on his end, of course.

You turned on the television to find that The Greatest Showman was paused on the screen with a minute left of the credits. You rewound it to the beginning, snuggling up with a blanket and pillow as the intro played for the second time that day.

“Again?” Harry cried in mock disdain from the bathroom and you just smiled, knowing how hard it must be for him to watch your favorite movie over and over.

“Just once more, I promise!” you called as you tried to wrangle your hair into two neat braids.

Harry emerged from the bathroom just moments before you heard the knock at the door. He rushed to answer it, making only brief conversation with the delivery man. He returned to the couch and set the short rectangular box down on the coffee table.

“I just got a pizza, I hope that’s okay,” he said reluctantly as he opened the box. “I figured you could have as much or as little as you wanted.”

“Pizza’s fine, love!” you reassured him. “Thank you so much, this was an awesome day.”

“A lot better than lying around, feeling sick, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Once both of you had eaten, Harry pulled the hood of your (his) pajamas up, over your head and hair until it was covering your eyes.

“Stay right here,” he said, excitement evident in his voice. “I’ll be right back.”

He ran into the bathroom and returned with two small boxes, one in each hand. They weren’t wrapped, and that made them even more intriguing.

He knelt down before you, putting one in your hand.

You slid the lid off to reveal a bundle of tissue paper. Inside was a stuffed bear, a pair of furry socks, hoop earrings, and a tube of shimmery lipgloss.

“Thank you, baby!” you exclaimed, removing the hoops from the cards and putting them into your ears. “I can’t wait to try on that lipgloss! And how did you know that I’ve always wanted… fluffy orange panda socks?”

Harry shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m smart. Now… you better open this. I’m kind of excited,” he admitted sheepishly.

You took the box from him and removed the lid gingerly. Inside was a Kleenex box.

“Aww, thank you, Haz,” you laughed. “You knew how much I needed this!”

Harry chuckled. “You’re welcome, but that’s not all. Open it.”

You gave him a confused look before trying to slide your nail into the box’s seam. When it didn’t budge, you handed it back to him.

“Try this. My nails are breaking.”

Harry pried the box open and placed it back into your hands, face pale with anticipation and nerves.

You peeled back the white paper to reveal a minimalistic black box. You blinked in disbelief as Harry pulled it from your hand and snapped the lid up slowly.

The pieces clicked into place. He had been anxious all day. He was down on one knee, holding open a box with a gorgeous ring inside.

Time seemed to freeze.

After a full day of having a sore throat, your voice decided to leave you at that moment. You were unable to speak, unable to blink, unable to look away, or even breathe. Your whole body was trembling and your palms became instantaneously sweaty. You were on the verge of tears, and your racing heart was the only thing you could hear.

Harry felt the same way. No matter how hard he tried, no words could escape the barrier of his lips. Looking at your astonished face didn’t help. He felt unworthy to say the least.

“Will you marry me?” he squeaked.

You swallowed several times, racking your brain for words to say. You had imagined this so many times, and planned out your potential responses, but all of those were forgotten now. All you could manage was a slight, tearful, choking yes.

“Yay,” Harry exhaled shakily as his eyes welled up, relief washing over him. He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, flicking the box shut before enveloping you in the most loving, passionate, strangling hug of your life.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” you sniffled as tears cascaded down both of your cheeks.

You had seen Harry cry before, but only a little bit at a time. Now, he had his face buried in your shoulder and you could feel his tears seeping through the thick fabric of the sweatshirt you were wearing.

“I love you,” he cried, his voice high and pinched. “Love you so fuckin’ much.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled. “I love you so fucking much, too. I’m just sorry that-”

“Oh, baby, when’ll you just learn to hold your tongue and stop apologizing for things that are out of your control?”

“I hope it didn’t cost you any money to cancel… whatever you had planned.”

“It didn’t,” Harry let out a soft breath through his nose. “You have to admit, we had a pretty awesome day at home, though, hm?”

“Yes,” you agreed. “It’s gotta be a little disappointing, though.”

“You never disappoint me.”

You sat back against the armrest and Harry curled up with his head on your tummy. He opened the ring box and slid the gorgeous gift of devotion onto your finger, pressing a kiss to the jewel.

You stayed there in silence, playing with your fiance’s curls, and admiring how your gem glistened in the light. It was perfect for you, and Harry knew that. He knew debatably more about you than you did.

The thought of spending your whole life with him was surreal. It was like one of those dreams where you achieve all of your life’s desires, only to wake up the same person you were when you went to sleep.

Harry must have felt the same way. He was absolutely beaming. He didn’t stop when he spoke to you, or when he laid his head back down on your tummy. His eyes were glowing, and his cheeks were pleasantly rosy. He was an angel.

“That was the best birthday ever,” you commented, causing his face to light up even more.

“Mission accomplished. We can do the other stuff a different day.”

“What other stuff?”

“I was gonna take you some places,” Harry explained, “but they can wait. All that mattered was that I got that ring on your finger before I died of nerves.”

He used his phone camera to snap a picture of the ring on your hand, sending it out to both of your families, captioned with a simple heart emoji.

Your father was the first to respond, giving you both meaningful words of support.

I’m so proud of you two. You’ve always been my favorites. ;) Stay safe x

Responses and affirmative comments flowed in, renewing the tears in your eyes. Despite the buzz, though, you became aware of the movie that was still playing on the television, so you glanced up at it just in time to see the kiss.

“Looks fun, huh?” Harry noticed the look on your face. “I can’t believe I haven’t kissed my wife-to-be yet.”

He moaned sensually into your mouth when he felt your tongue against his, and the sound was sweeter than candy.

A warm feeling radiated from inside him, and settled deep within you. You knew that nothing that happened could destroy the fire he’d kindled in you.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he said, eyes wide as he eyes your lips hungrily. “Such a yummy girl. How did I get so lucky?”

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