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it’s probably been written many times, but here goes nothing! harry gets his wisdom teeth removed and acts all soft and fluffy.

Harry had specifically requested that Anne bring Y/N to pick him up from his wisdom teeth removal. “Want her to record my reaction for Zayn,” he explained with a huge smile on his face. “I’m not excited for it to hurt, I’m just excited to see my reaction.”

Anne just shook her head and agreed to bring her along, knowing that she would be able to console him as she drove.

Y/N gave Harry a huge hug as he went into the room ‘unafraid’, but she felt the nervous hammering of his heart against her ear.

Now here she was, talking to a nurse who said that the teeth came out well, and that he was fit to go home.

Harry walked drunkenly out of the back room and beelined for her the moment she came into view. “Baby,” he mumbled through the gauze in his mouth, “missed you s’bad.”

She wrapped her arms around him and assisted him out to the car where Anne sat, waiting. She helped him into the back seat and buckled his seatbelt around him.

“Feel good?”

His head fell back dramatically against the headrest as she walked to the other side of the car. She made a point to set her phone up in the cup holder to record his reaction.

“Don’t feel good,” he groaned. “It hurts so bad.” Tears trickled from his closed eyes as he cradled his chin gently and you buckled yourself into the middle seat.

“I’m so sorry, bubby,” you frowned as you caressed his rosy cheek. “Let’s get you home and you can take a nap, sound good?”

He nodded as he rested his sore jaw against your shoulder. “Love you,” he murmured softly. “You always make me feel better.”

“That’s sweet,” you said honestly. “Do you want a kiss?”

He nodded and lifted his head and let you kiss his cheeks, still asking tearfully, “But what about my mouth?”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Your kissies make everything better.”

This earned him several delicate kisses on the lips, as well as on the top of his nose and his forehead, just like she did every night.

“Thank you,” he sighed, still feeling the warm love settle into his skin, “but you can’t do those. Those mean it’s bedtime.”

“Oh!” She grinned as she pretended to wipe the kisses off. “Let’s start over.” She kissed his lips delicately as he smiled through his gauze, eyes closed with satisfaction.

“Better?”

“All better, thank you.”

“Anytime.” She busied herself playing with his curls as he hummed contentedly at the feeling of her hands.

“Hey,” he announced presently, in a hushed voice, “I have a question. A really, really big question.”

“What is it?”

“Can I marry you?”

Her fingers stopped running through his hair and she gave a small gasp before resting her head gingerly on his quivering shoulder. “Of course,” she responded, still surprised that the words had crossed his lips.

“Thanks, but I want to marry you now,” he emphasized as he picked up your left hand and took the ring off your middle finger and slid it onto your right ring finger. “There,” he said with satisfaction. “Now we’re married!”

She gave a small laugh before kissing him on the cheek. “Love you more than anyone,” she confirmed.

When they got home, Y/N assisted Harry up the stairs and into his bed. She pulled the blanket up around him and tucked it beneath his chin. “How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?”

“Your blankets.”

“They feel good,” he began slowly, “but I want you to give me cuddles.” He was so sleepy and whiny that she couldn’t have declined if she’d wanted to. He was in so much pain and all he wanted was her cuddles to make him feel better.

She climbed wordlessly into his bed and pulled him close to her. She held his head against her chest and rubbed his back as it heaved with sobs.

“You’re gonna be okay,” she whispered against his forehead. “You know how I know that?”

He shrugged as he continued crying.

“Because I’m right here and I can give you snuggles until you feel better.”

He hung into her arms for dear life as he drifted off.

Anne came into the room to check on him and saw him cuddling with her. She noticed his hands wrapped around her arms like a snake and made a strange face. “What is he doing?”

“Sleeping,” she laughed. “Duh! He’s just a sleepy baby.”

She smiled as she traced circles on his hand. “He doesn’t want you to leave him.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

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