You wake up to the sound of Harry dramatically sighing beside you, like the weight of the world is on his chest… or maybe just your leg.

“Babe,” he mutters, his voice still half-asleep. “I think you dislocated my rib in your sleep.”

You open one eye to find him squinting at the ceiling, shirtless, disheveled, and somehow still looking like he stepped out of a GQ spread. His hair is a little wild. His ego? Fully intact.

“You said I could use you as a body pillow,” you mumble into his shoulder.

“I said light use. What you did was—” he shifts dramatically “—aggressive cuddling. You were emotionally body slamming me.”

You snort and roll over, your leg still draped over him like you own the place. (Which, technically, he does. But emotionally? Yeah. It’s all yours.)

He glances at you, the sarcasm dropping just a little. “Hey,” he says, brushing your hair back, “you know you talk in your sleep, right?”

Your eyes narrow. “What did I say?”

He grins. “Something about croissants and overthrowing capitalism. I was kind of into it.”

You both burst out laughing, and for a moment, the outside world doesn’t exist. No investors, no scheduled appearances, no rich-people nonsense. Just two tired idiots tangled in sheets, quietly ruining Harry’s 1,000-thread-count bedding with your chaos.

Then, a pause.

“You know,” he says, voice dropping into that rare, unguarded tone, “I’ve had a lot of expensive mornings. Big views. Fancy coffee. Stupid silk robes. But none of it ever felt like… this.”

You tilt your head. “Like what?”

He looks at you, suddenly serious. “Like home. Like waking up next to someone who gets me. And doesn’t care that I organize my playlists by emotional damage level.”

“…You do that?”

“Yeah,” he smirks. “Yours is currently titled: ‘Mild Breakdown, But Make It Sexy.’”

You burst out laughing again, and he pulls you into him with a grin.

“So,” he whispers, lips brushing your forehead, “what do you say we skip brunch, ignore our phones, and just stay here? You, me, bad jokes, good coffee, and maybe a little more of that emotionally violent cuddling?”

Your answer is a soft kiss—and a slightly threatening leg toss over his again.