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Harold is laying on his bed, with George next to him who has wrapped his arms around him. Harold hasn't slept yet. He didn't know why. It was unusual for him to stay up late, as his lover spooned him on the bed.
He didn't want to disturb George either. He was sleeping so soundly, feeling comfortable with Harold next to him, as he had his head placed above Harold's shoulders.
His embrace was warm, yet it was so cold.
So, so cold.
...
Harold turned around to face George, and knowing him, he's a light sleeper.
“Mmm.. Harold..?” George murmured, with his eyes slightly open to adjust his sight. “I can't sleep.” Harold mumbled, he tries his best to stay quiet for George.
Silence filled between the two. George still has his arms around Harold, while Harold still kept his arms to himself. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up.” the blond softly spoke up, avoiding eye contact with the other. Even if they can barely see each other from the dim light.
“Harold..” he carefully moved one hand up to Harold's hair, “It's okay, man. Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks, while he ran his fingers through Harold's curly hair. “.. No. Sorry.“ “It's alright.”
George continues to gently shuffle Harold's hair, as they both stare longingly into each other's gaze.
Harold slightly moved himself closer to George, with their face now directly infront of each other. He moved an arm and placed it around George's back, as he gently pulled him into a kiss. Not deep, or making out; Just a sweet kiss with their lips pressed onto the other.
' His lips was soft. It felt like it didn't fit well with mine. But he didn't mind it. He didn't mind my chapped lips. It felt so warm, so soothing. Once i was drowning. Yet now, it feels like i've come back to land, where its warm and safe. I feel secured with him. I feel.. '
Harold pulled away from the kiss, as his breath hitched. The cold air meet their lips again. George gently pulled Harold closer, planting kisses around his face to give him comfort.
' What did i do to deserve him? He's done all of this for me. What have i done for him? '
Harold felt discomfort for himself, yet he's able to find comfort within. “It's past midnight,” George slightly leaned away from Harold, “You should sleep.”
“Why should i?”
“Because i don't want a grumpy Harold in the morning.”
Harold snickered, “Okay, okay. I'll try to do so.” he smiled as he quietly giggled infront of George's face. “Goodnight, Harold. Love you.”
“Goodnight George. I.. love you too.”