Here In Your Arms

‘Here (In Your Arms)’ by Hellogoodbye

I like where we are,
When we drive in your car,
I like where we are, here.
Cus our lips can touch,
Our cheeks can brush
Our lips can touch, here.
When you are the one, the one that lies close to me
Whispers “Hello, I miss you quite terribly.”
I’ve found that I’m in love with you suddenly.
There’s no place else I could be brave in your arms.
I like where you sleep,
When you sleep next to me
I like where you sleep, here.
Our lips can touch,
And our cheeks can brush
Cus our lips can touch, here.
Where you are the one, the one that lies close to me
Whispers “Hello, I miss you quite terribly.”
I’ve found that I’m in love with you suddenly.
There’s no place else I could be brave in your arms.
Our lips can touch,
Our lips can touch, here.
You are the one, the one that lies close to me
Whispers “Hello I miss you quite terribly.”
I’ve found that I’m in love with you suddenly
There’s no place else I could be brave in your arms.
Where you are the one, the one that lies close to me
Whispers “Hello I miss you quite, I miss you quite.”
I’ve found that I’m in love with you suddenly
There’s no place else I could be brave in your arms.
Here in your arms.
Here in your arms.

Inspiration to a story of the same name.

I sneak into the house, trying to be quiet. I manage to get the car into the driveway without much noise, but getting upstairs and into bed will be a different story. I hate having to stay so late at work, but there’s not much I can do about it. I don’t have to work, so why do I? I have no earthly clue, but I think I might up and quit if that bitch of a boss makes me stay past ten pm again. Merlin knows that Harry doesn’t appreciate it. Oh, fuck it, I’m going to go in late tomorrow, and quitting. I never needed the money—we never needed the money. I’m going to do something that I love, and not what looks good for my resume and the family name. Graphic design used to be a passion of mine, but now it’s just what keeps me away from who and what I love.

I toe off my shoes and shimmy my jacket off my shoulders then put them in the closet. As I walk by the living room on my way to the kitchen, I see the TV is still flickering. As I walk over to it to turn it off I notice that he fell asleep in front of it waiting for me. He’s wearing my hoodie that is big on me, and huge on him, and there’s a smudge of paint on his nose. It makes me smile. I switch the box off and sit on the edge of the couch, brush the fringe from his eyes as they twitch open.

“You’re home.” He mumbles sleepily.

“Yes, too late for the last time. I’m going to quit tomorrow.”

“But Draco, you love graphic design, why are you going to quit?”

“Harry, love, I used to love graphic design, now all it does is keep me from my time with you. I can’t let that happen anymore. It’s not like we need the money.”

“That you’re right about.” He sits up slowly and kisses me. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No and I’m famished!”

“I made dinner…it’s cold now, but I can reheat it.”

“Don’t you worry about it, if you want to go to bed, go ahead, I’ll be up shortly.”

“Now that you’re home I just want to be with you.”

“Ahh, thanks. You’re too cute.” I kiss his forehead and pick him up off the couch and carry him (while he protested to be put down) all the way to the kitchen. I set him down on the counter and kiss his forehead again and turn around to the fridge. I find the remains of a roast beef and baked potatoes. I pull out the container, a plate, fork, and knife then stick it in the microwave. I return to Harry, who is still on the counter kicking his feet.

“You’re too good for me, do you know that?” I ask while I kiss his forehead for a third time that night.

“I know.” He laughs.

The microwave beeps and I remove my dinner, I sit at the table and Harry joins me. I eat and he snuggles up to me with his head on my shoulder and hand on my thigh. I finish and place my dish and utensils in the dishwasher.

“I’m exhausted, I just want to flop into bed, curl up around you and fall asleep.” I say.

“You know that I’ll always agree with a bed and your arms around me.”

I wrap my hand around his and we walk up the stairs.

“Harry, my fingers are too tired, will you undo my buttons?” I flutter my eyes at him and know he’ll say yes.

“Fine…” he huffs. He helps me undress and I crawl under the covers. He climbs in on the other side and immediately snuggles into my arms.

“I like where you sleep, when you sleep next to me.” I sigh.

“I like where you sleep here.” He sighs back.

I drift off with the unique smell of Harry all around me, with the comfort of true love, and the feeling of braveness that I can only feel in his arms.

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YAY! So this is the shortest chapter I think...and I'm too lazy to go and check the others. But this is really the intro (kinda). I LOVE this song, and so it's kind of a multi chapter song fic. Thanks to my wonderful beta Ruinithil/Thindiell (Loves ya) and all mistakes are mine, don't hate her. Tell me what you think!