I felt two strong arms carry me, and I heard a voice I was used to hear, hopefully every single day "come on love, let's get get you into bed"

"Hmm" I muffled as I felt my head head butted with the wall, I wanted to hit him with my hand but I was too tired that couldn't be bothered

"Oops, sorry" he chuckled. I heard a slight squeak of the door being opened that's how I knew where my second love was, my bed.

But still, Harry needs to fix that door, it's been over an month now

He pulled the covers away and gently plopped me down on the soft mattress, I love you bed. He carefully changed my shirt on his so he wouldn't wake me up.

I live in his shirts, it had a smell of mint. It reminds me of the time when him and I went on holiday and he ordered some mint cheesecake, and I accidentally flicked some on his eye, and he starting flapping his hands like a bird trying to stop it stinging, it was hilarious. Sorry.

I was about to drift into a deep sleep until I felt a dip on the left side of the bed and felt arms pulling close into his embrace and cuddled him like a teddy bear.

"Go to sleep, love. I love you" he whispered as I drifted.

I heard a loud pig noise. Why am I hearing pig noises? I wanna eat pork now. Am I at a pig farm or something?! Oh wait, that kid is snoring.

"Harreh" I moaned, but loud pig noises roamed through the room. Taking the fluffy pillow putting it over my head trying to block the noises to I can try to sleep. But after five minutes, the snores still continued.

Right, I had enough.

I carefully removed his hold from my waist trying not to wake him up even though I wanted to. His arm usually makes his hands on my waist whenever I try to get up at the morning or there is any other sudden movement but this time his arm just pulled the duvet covers to him closer.

He must be tired.

Making small quiet steps with our Christmas patterned blanket and my pillow I tip toe towards the door and opening it quietly so it won't creak, I make my way towards the living room and seeing the lights of the Christmas tree shining around the darkness.

I plop myself onto the couch, putting the blanket around my body using my feet to kick the end of the blankets with my pillow on my head trying to get comfy. Slowly closing my eyes listening to the sound of the clock on the wall, the sounds slowly faded away as drift into the two hour sleep that I lost.

"Babe?" As I heard footsteps stumbling across the wooden floor through the hallway. Then I heard a "ow, naughty wall"

A few moment later I felt a big hand shook me a bit. "Babe, why are you here?"

I opened my eyes to see a grown up boy-man rubbing his eyes and yawning. Why is he cute?

"You won't stop snoring, I lost sleep because of you"

"Sorry, am I that loud?" Giving a slight yawn

"Mmm"

"Sorry love, I'll try to stop" lifting up my blanket from my warmth before I was latched on by the strong guy.

"I'm sorry again" he mumbled.

"It's okay" tracing his boat tattoo before looking at him intensely.

He's so beautiful.

I kissed his soft plumped lips, hoping this feeling will last forever until we're old or wrinkly.

I snuggled my head in his neck, only hearing his slow breathing and the clock surrounding the room before falling asleep in the arms of the person I love.