Warm

                                    

                                          
"Harry," I whisper, "I love you." I smile, placing a finger over my lips. "Shhhh, it's a secret."
                          
He laughs, stretching an arm over the bed and laying it across my chest.
                          
"I love you." 
                          
Harry grins, playfully smirking as I slap his arm. 
                          
I press my lips to the top of his hand, setting it on my stomach and lacing our fingers together. His body is on the other side of the bed, one leg hanging off.
                          
"Come over here," I say quietly. 
                          
"Why are you whispering? We're the only ones in OUR house."
                          
"I don't know." 
                          
I pull the covers over my head, and not a second later does Harry join me. 
                          
He uses his legs to yank me over, so my head rests on his stomach. 
                          
His fingers graze my back. "You're warm."
                          
I sigh. "You're cold."
                          
We look at each other. 
                          
Harry grins, and presses his lips to mine. "Wanna warm me up?"