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the one-person heated blanket - Harry

Hi, this is my first story on this new blog. I used to write a shit ton of stories nearly ten years ago, but kind of lost touch with this form of art. I'm trying to get myself back into writing and reading and hope to work towards more literature-type stories but as of right now I just need to get back into not-being-scared-to-write-down-words. And the best way to do that, is (unfortunately) through fanfiction-type stories, which I feel a bit conflicted about as I do think it still is a strange thing to share written stories about someone you've never met. Therefor I'm getting rid of as much 'things' as possible that connected a specific person to this story.

TW: None

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After attending the big pubcrawl, you came home rather drunk. You waved your Uber goodbye and went inside. Just as you got to your bedroom and started taking off your shoes, your phone buzzed. You didn't expect to get a message so late at night.

'Did you get home alright?'

The text was from Harry, which definitely surprised you. You had known Harry for a couple of years now, but you'd never been that close. His mannerisms and humor were definitely attractive, but you'd never mustered up the courage to actually flirt with him or anything. Besides, you barely saw your close friends Tobias and Peter, so whenever you did happen to hang out with the boys and thus Harry, you were mostly focussed on catching up with others.

Feeling the last drink still tickle the back of your tongue, you let your fingers slip over the tiny keyboard of your phone.

'Yea, just did. Why?'

With one shoe still on, you let yourself fall onto your bed. Your hands held up the phone right above you. As you stared at the screen, you waited and watched three dots appear and disappear.

'Some dicks made some weird remarks about you and walked out right after you so just wanted to check'

You felt a grin creep up on your face and awed silently. You hadn't heard or seen any guys behaving strangely towards you on your way out, but of course it also didn't entirely surprise you.

You rolled onto your stomach and let your chin rest on the bed. Clicking on Harry's profile picture, you quietly looked at him for a while and zoomed in. As you silently admired him, a memory of just ten minutes back popped into your mind. As you were in the cab, there was a car following you that even at one traffic stop caught up to you. There were like two or three boys in it, honking wildly at the Uber. You hadn't even considered they'd be honking at you.

You opened the chat again and saw Harry was still online.

'Some car with a few chavs did honk aggressively long at my Uber on the way back. Maybe it was them.'

'Did they follow you home?' His message came almost immediately after you'd sent yours.

You sat up straight, feeling chills spread over your arms. 'I don't think so??' Just as you were about to type another message, a phone call popped up on your screen.

It was Tobias.

You picked up right away, feeling unease all over your body. "What's going on?" You asked him immediately.

"Are you at home already?" Tobias asked, he sounded just about as stressed as you were getting.

"Yeah, I'm home and I'm inside and I don't think anyone's followed me. I'm pretty sure those guys took a right turn at one point. You guys are starting to freak me out."

From the background noise, you could hear Tobias was still with some friends, but it didn't sound like they were at the bar any more.

"Fuck, okay." Tobias breathed. "So, there were a few assholes that catcalled you when you left."

You got up from the bed, still only wearing one shoe, as you moved to your window. Sliding the curtains just a bit open, you peered outside. It seemed just as quiet and peaceful as you were used to.

"I know, Harry told me."

"He did?"

You frowned, "Is he not with you?"

"No, and he's not answering his phone- He yelled at those guys and ran after them. And then the next second he was gone."

Your frown only grew bigger. "Well, he was just texting me like a second ago checking in on me."

Tobias sighed loudly. "Can you try calling him? I don't know why he's ignoring all of our calls. He's way too far gone to be alone outside- And he didn't bring his coat or anything."

"Okay, I'll try. I'll let you know."

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When your phone call ended, the chat with Harry sprung open again. He'd gone offline, but only a couple of minutes ago. You saw he had sent you a couple of new messages you hadn't seen yet.

'You sure?'

'Y/N?'

You phoned his number and impatiently waited for him to pick up. When he did, you immediately called out for him. "Harry, where are you?"

It took him a few seconds to answer. "I'm on my way."

"What?"

"I think."

"What?"

Harry breathed in the microphone. You could tell he was shivering a little. It was freezing outside and apparently he was bare-armed. "I'm on my way to make sure."

You got up and started searching for your other shoe. Quickly slipping into your coat, you hopped down the stairs again. "Harry, you don't even know where I live."

You grabbed the keys of your bike and quickly left your house as you quickly sent Tobias a text that Harry picked up your call.

"I don't?" Harry slurred his words a little. You could tell he was tired. And drunk.

You told him to send you his location, and as you rode on your bike you kept him on the phone. Making sure to continuously tell him to stay put.

When you found him, he was sitting with his back against someone's porch. He had his eyes closed and held his phone to his ear. You ended the call, sent another quick message to Tobias that you found him and then got off your bike.

"There you are."

He looked up with big eyes, a little more awake at the sudden closeness of your voice.

"Ah, I found you!" He said excitedly, but very tiredly. He climbed clumsily to his feet.

You chuckled, shook your face left and right and took off your coat. Holding it out to him, you watched him reject your offer.

"You are going to take my coat and put it on Harry. You've been outside for far too long and it's fucking freezing."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm wearing my liquor jacket just fine."

You huffed softly and walked up to him, shoving his left arm into your jacket before helping him put it on. He let you.

"Can you balance on the back of my bike or are you gonna fall?" You asked him.

He looked from you to the bike. "I can ride, you can sit."

Although you wanted to say no, you quickly considered that it would probably be easier for him to cycle for 10 minutes rather than it would be to balance for 10.

"Fine, let's go."

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Finally arriving at your place, you took Harry inside. Helping him take off his jacket, you brushed your hand against his arms and felt how frozen his skin had gotten.

"Let's get you in the shower."

He frowned at you and just looked at you for a couple of seconds. "You're gonna get me in the shower?" You didn't know if you saw it just right, but you could've sworn he was smirking a little.

Unsure of what he meant, you just nodded. "You need to warm up."

He walked after you up the stairs, followed you until you were both in the tiny bathroom. You started taking out some towels from under the sink and pushed the shower curtain aside. Turning on the water, you turned to him.

"Just make sure you don't turn the water more than lukewarm. Your body has got to warm up very slowly."

He still hadn't said much, but just looked at you. He seemed more awake than when you'd found him outside, even a little more sober now.

"What?" You finally asked him.

"Well." He murmured, "What about you? You also need to warm up."

You waved it away, almost automatically. "I'm fine." You held your hand under the water, checking if it was warmed enough. You groaned as you felt it was still as ice as cold. "You're fucking kidding me." You cursed and turned up the heat all the way. Still, you felt no change in temperature.

"No warm water?" Harry asked from behind you.

You sighed and shook your head. Turning off the water, you then dried your now even-colder hands on the towel you had laid out for Harry. "Should've known it. This fucking building runs out of warm water so quickly it's ridiculous. Sorry."

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "It's okay."

"I do have a heated blanket- If it has enough battery-" You were already walking out of the bathroom, now searching your closet for the blanket. Also quickly grabbing your biggest sweater and pair of joggers, you threw them on your bed. "I hope these fit."

Harry didn't mind changing in the bathroom, but just started taking off his clothes right in front of you. He didn't even fully seem to realise he was doing this, or he just simply didn't care.

You quietly watched as he tried to fit in your clothes, and only let out a frustrated groan when you saw there was no way he was going to fit in them.

So a little later, there the two of you were. In your bed, of course- You had a tiny apartment in London with an even tinier couch where no one would be able to sleep on. Harry lay under your heated blanket nearly naked. You sat next to him in your joggers and sweater.

"The blanket's really nice." Harry whispered with his eyes closed. He was all cuddled up under them and wore a small and content smile on his face. His cheeks were still pink from the cold.

"Good." You chuckled and got into bed. Keeping the small bedside lamp on for just a little longer, you lay down properly and closed your eyes.

Suddenly you heard and felt Harry moving. Just as you were about to ask if everything was okay, you felt the heated blanket over your body. Harry had turned the one-person blanket sideways, so that you were now sharing it with him.

"Oh, it is really nice." You whispered and heard Harry chuckle.

After laying there like that for another ten to fifteen minutes, you turned to turn of the light. Harry seemed to have fallen already asleep, but still you quietly wished him a good night's rest.

You yourself couldn't really fall asleep. After the stress of finding Harry and getting him to warm up had settled down, you finally started to realise you were actually sharing a bed with him. Your stomach twisted into a thousand excited knots and you couldn't help but try to think of what could've happened.

And then the blanket turned cold.

"Fuck." You cursed quietly.

Harry seemed to respond to your voice rather than to the blanket turning off. He shuffled himself a little over the bed towards you and then pushed his arm over your body. Shivers ran down your spine at the warmth that came off his body. He had warmed up so much quicker than you.

The sudden intimacy caught you off guard, but somehow it didn't freak you out. Maybe it was just the alcohol that had left some traces, but the arm over your body felt rather comforting. Almost homely. You didn't even think about possible consequences as you pushed your legs against his and moaned quietly at his heat.

"Is this okay?" He suddenly murmured.

You backed a little into his arms. "Yeah. You're really warm."

He nodded, his eyes still closed as he held you just a little tighter.

His soft breaths soothed you. You listened to them as you felt his heart beat against your back until finally, both of you drifted off to sleep.