“Please, just stay the night,”

I sigh deeply. The sensation of his lips brushing against my skin makes his offer hard to refuse but I know I can’t give in.

“H, you know I want to but I haven’t been home in two nights. I’m running out of clean clothes and Ollie’s probably hungry and ripped everything I own to shreds.”

I know my words don’t provide him any consolation when his grip on my waist tightens and his lips sink into the crook of my neck once more. I let out another sigh, shifting in the seat of his lap.

“Well. go get your clothes, bring Ollie here and come back to me. I jus’ want you to stay.”

We’d gone through this a million times. I’d stay over at Harry’s for a night and when I tried to go back home he’d beg me stay. The cycle usually lasted for a couple of days until I finally had to break his heart and go home. But that usually didn’t stop Harry. After I left his place he’d come to mine, staying until I grew tired of him or forced him to go home and wash his clothes. I didn’t mind this house hoping so much but I also liked my personal space. If I knew anything about Harry , I knew he could be super clingy.

“Harry..”

He sighs defeatedly, loosening his grasp.

“I get it,”

I suddenly feel guilty as I wiggle off his lap.

“I know I talk in my sleep sometimes and I don’t always put my boxers in the hamper and my hair gets stuck in the shower drain and I crack me back in the morin’ but I can be a good housemate.” he continues standing to his feet.

The corner of my lips curve into a smile as I turn to face him.

“ Although you still scare the shit out of me when you mumble in your sleep sometimes, It’s nothing personal, hun. I just like my space sometimes.”

I stroked my thumb against his jaw as a reassuring gesture.

“I know,” he pouts. “I just miss you when you’re gone,”

I grin.

“You miss me when I’m in the next room.”

His eyebrows pinch together and his green eyes suddenly grow solemn.

“I’m serious,” his arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me to him. “I want you here with me all the time.”

This wasn’t quite the secret but nevertheless it was the first time Harry had ever been so honest about it.

“I’m sure we can figure out something, babe.” I hummed.

Harry sighs again, biting the corner of his lip in deep thought.

“I wanna- I wanna get domesticated,” he drawls.

“Huh?” I blurt, kinking a brow.

“You know what I mean, Pres,” he pulls away from me, running a had through his wild hair that desperately needs a trim. “ I wanna be domesticated. You know like when two consenting adults occupy a homely environment together and do household stuff like cook and clean and scratch each other’s backs.”

Harry was always so good with expressing his emotions but at this moment I’d never seen him look so flustered.

“I still don’t quite get what you’re saying, H.”

The corner of his lips curve down into a frown as he stares down at his bare feet.

“ Ya know what? Never mind,” he sighs. “Get home safely, alright?”

He leans down pressing his mouth to mine but something about his kiss feels strange.

“Are you sure something’s not bothering you?” I question once we pull away.

Harry stays silent, dragging his thumb against my bottom lip is his only response.

“If I asked you to move in with me would you do it?”

His words come out in nearly a whisper but I hear them loud and clear. My stomach suddenly twist into nervous knots. Even with a year and a half in I was getting used to all this: being one half a couple. But living in and occupying the same spaces for hours, weeks, months or maybe even years was a massive deal.

I suddenly feel the need to sit down and fall back onto the couch.

“T-that’s such a huge deal, Harry.” I croaked.

He plops down next to me with a sigh.

“I know, I know. I’m so alone when you go. And some nights I can’t even sleep ‘cause you’re not by my side.”

He grabs hold of my hand, dragging his thumb against my knuckles.

“I don’t know, Harry,” I exhale. “I like my flat and my personal space and my independence and

I-”

“I get that you like being independent ,Presley. I’m not trying to take that away from you -I’d never do that,” he pauses to swipe his bottom lip against his tongue . “can’t we just co-exist together and be happy? ”

My mind shifts into deep thought thinking about his words. What was I so afraid of? The only losses of moving in would Harry would be my own bills. Did I really think that sharing a household would turn me into a subservient housewife that lives in the shadows of her significant other?
Harry had grown up in a predominately female household, I knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t one to follow traditional gender roles.

This was such a huge plunge but I actually think it’s worth a try.

“Well, get ready to invest in a lint roller. Your clothes will be permanently covered in cat hair.”

His green eyes light up.

“So, that’s a yes?” he questions.

I give his hand a squeeze.

“Yeah, the cat and I are moving in.”

Notes

Hey! That's about it I've got for full drabbles but more will be coming and they'll be later in the future-like marriage and kids future- and that's going to be exciting. The next round of drabbles will most likely be non cannon and kind of short.

If anyone has any suggestions or request, though, that would be great! Thanks for reading! Hope you're enjoying!