Though, even in his sleep, he can detect when you're not close to him. The bed gets all cold and his arms cover in goosebumps and it's really just not a good time for him, especially when he needs his energy for the morning. So, he'll blindingly search the silken sheets and pause when he has a feel of your bare hip, opening his eyes a little bit more before wrapping both arms around your waist and hauling you back into him. It's warm, and the bed molds around your bodies perfectly, and it's the indication that you're safe, and he can sleep again.
“I miss you.” Harry mutter quietly into the phone for the 14th time tonight. We’ve been on the phone for the past four hours and now we were both practically falling asleep. “I miss you too Haz.” I mumbled back. “I’d do anything to have you here in my arms.” He whispered. “I wish I could be with you right now. You just have to be thousands of miles away on tour.” I complained but immediately felt guilty. “Like I have much of a choice.” He snapped. This tour has been rough on us both and it wasn’t right for me to make him feel bad about it. “I’m sorry. I had no right to say that. I just hate being for so far from you for so long.” I admitted. “I know babe. I love you though.” He cooed. “I love you too.”