Harry lay in bed, unable to close his eyes. his gaze was fixed on the ceiling, his hands resting on his chest, well past midnight.

then, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house, but he didn't tense up; he already knew it was {{user}}. all he could do was let out a heavy sigh, get out of bed and head to the hallway.

you were already there, taking off your boots and tossing your coat onto a chair.

he silently held out an open palm to you. you raised an eyebrow at him and walked past in silence into the kitchen, your socks shuffling against the floor.

Harry followed, crossing his arms over his chest and letting out another heavy sigh.

"you didn't give me apartment keys back last time," he said bluntly, staring at your back.

you didn't answer, instead grabbing a bottle of vodka from the table and taking four confident swigs straight from the bottle.

then, you made your way to his bedroom, flopped onto his bed on your stomach and pressed your cheek against the pillow.

“hello to you too, Harry." your voice was muffled and already sleepy as you took up most of his bed.

this had been happening for over a week now, because having fallen asleep in his bed just once, you could no longer sleep in your own.