Most people can’t bring themselves to sleep on Christmas Eve because they’re too excited about what the next morning will bring. But visions of sugar plums were the last things keeping me awake . My brain was absolutely racked with trying to figure out how I’d survive the night sharing a bed with a boy. And not just any boy, a gorgeous green eyed boy.

It was quite virginal of me to be so high strung about something as simple as sharing a bed with another guy but bed sharing just wasn’t something I’d gotten into the practice of. I was so used to kicking guys out bed after a hook-up or just simply leaving. My own bed was my personal haven and I simply didn’t allow others in it. But this was Harry’s bed. Harry’s childhood bed and in this very bed my proverbial bed-sharing cherry was about to be popped.

I snuggled deeper into the plaid comforter fresh with the smell of fabric softener, and closed my eyes tight, hoping that maybe a Christmas miracle would happen and I would fall asleep before Harry finished brushing his teeth. But I knew I was asking for too much.

Almost as if to spite me, the faucet had shut off and I could hear Harry’s footsteps padding across the hardwood floor.

“Looks like you’ve already claimed your side of the bed, yeah?” Harry asked with a chuckle.
The other side of the bed dipped and my eyes slowly peeled open. With a sigh I rolled over, my eyes faced with the sight of Harry’s back.

“I always sleep on my left side. I’m a creature of habit.” I mumbled.

I watched as he grabbed a hair tie from the mahogany night stand, securing his hair into a neat bun before peeling back the duvet and swinging his legs around so he was perfectly wedged between the sheets. With a contented sigh Harry turned over to face me, a lazy grin on his lips. That jittery feeling had returned to my stomach and as much as I wanted to roll over to avoid staring into his hypnotizing green eyes for strange reason my head felt heavy and I couldn’t move it.

“Hi."

Harry pulled the sheets up to his bare shoulders before worming his way closer, slowly closing the gap between us.

"Hey.” I whispered.

It seemed like an eternity had passed of us just lying there staring at one another as we were playing this unspoken game of who could fall asleep first.
I’d nearly drifted off to sleep myself when I felt Harry reach out, stroking his thumb along the curve of my cheekbone.

“You’ve got freckles.” He nearly gasped.

I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth.

“They’re really tiny. No one can really tell they’re there."

I let out a contented sigh, snuggling my head further into the pillow.

"Have you ever had a girl in your bed before?” I asked suddenly, surprising myself.

I’d meant it to be an innocent question but considering the circumstances it could very well take a perverted turn.

Harry smirked, his head lifting from the pillow slightly.

“Well, yeah. I mean, I’m not gonna give a number or anything."

I giggled at how sheepish he’d suddenly become.

"I mean in this bed. Did you sneak girls in here when you were in high school?”

Harry sighed, his lips turning into a small grin.

“I snuck a girl up here in year ten. We didn’t get very far before Robin caught me. Mum grounded me for months.”

He covered his face with his large hands in attempt to hide his embarrassment.

“You’re the first girl Mum’s actually allowed up here. Mostly because she didn’t have the guest room ready but she likes you. I’m sure she would have let in my bed anyways.” He continued.

“I feel kind of special.” I replied proudly bitting my lip trying to hide my grin.

Maybe this bed sharing thing wasn’t too bad at all.

Harry smiled sleepily.

“You should get some rest, love. Big day tomorrow.”

I yawned.

“You’re right. Night, Harry.” I leaned over, placing a small peck on his lips before rolling back over to my side.

“G'night, Presley.”

The lights were out with a satisfying click. I closed my eyes hoping to finally go to sleep.

“Presley?” Harry drawled into the darkness.

My eyes flew open.

“What?”

“Do you wanna be the big spoon?"

I rolled my eyes.

"No. Keep your hands to yourself. You stay on your side, I’ll stay on mine.” I replied, annoyance clear in my tone.

Harry sighed and I could almost see him pouting in the dark.

“You’d be the first girl I’ve cuddled with in this bed.”

I grinned.

“Maybe so. But I wouldn’t be the first girl to get you grounded.”

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