You had just moved into Harry's apartment. You took one look at that hideous couch and decided that it should be burned. You and Harry had met one night through a mutual friend. One thing lead to another, and then you are being carried into his lavish apartment and thrown onto this exact couch. 

It was a fun night that was the start of a wonderful relationship, but you wondered how many other women he had swapped spit with on the piece of furniture.

When he asked why you insisted on buying a new one, he practically pushed you out the door at the question.  

You arrived at the furniture store minutes later. As soon as Harry walks through the door, he leaps onto the closest couch. He laughs like a child, making people look and stare at the man baby jumping on the beds. 

"I like this one," Harry states, rolling over onto his back. He places his hands behind his head placing his attention solely on you. His green eyes stare, daring you to challenge him. He cocks an eyebrow waiting for your response. 

You smirk playfully, before jumping to sit on top of him. He groans as his hands fly to his stomach in pain. You can barely contain your laughter, trying your absolute hardest not to disturb any costumers. 

"It's a bit bony, quite uncomfortable." You reply. He rolls his eyes. You chuckle at your smart remark and move to the other side of the couch, relieving Harry of the weight.

Harry grins before pulling you into his chest. You lean into his shoulder as you sit back. His hands wrap around your waist, before he begins to tickle you. His fingers attack your sides as you gasp for air. You laugh uncontrollably, trying to escape his tight grip which only makes him hold on tighter. 

"Harry! I'm gonna pee!" You shout. He quickly loosens his grip. You shimmy out of his arms and stand up, trying to collect yourself. You stick your arm out for Harry to grab. "Let's keep looking. It looks like a coach my grandma has had for sixty years." He takes your hand in his, and pulls you back down. 

You can feel Harry breathing lightly against your neck, as your breathing becomes faltered from the lack of distance between both of you. His pale green eyes are fixed on yours, but he glances down at your lips before you pull him in for a kiss. 

You are laying on top of him. Your heart begins beating rapidly as his hand glides down your torso and travels smoothly down your leg. Your lips move in perfect sync, only separating when you run out of oxygen. 

"Harry." You utter onto his lips. 

"Yes love," He plants quick and tender kisses on your cheek, gradually making his way to the tip of your ear, and begins to suck gently when his lips find their way to your collar bone. 

"We," kiss. "Need," kiss. "To," kiss. "Find," kiss. "A couch," kiss. 

He sighs heavily. "You're no fun."

"And you're whining like a child." You hop off of him and he sits up. He crosses his arms over his chest and spreads his legs wide open. "I'm going to go look around some. Would you like to come or are you going to continue pouting?" 

"I'm going to sit here and pout." 

"Fine by me Harold." You place one hand on each of his legs, and lean in. "I was hoping we could have a little fun when we got home, but only grownups get to have fun on the couch." You whisper slowly into his ear. The hair on his arms stands up, and goosebumps appear. You walk away leaving Harry's jaw on the floor. 

. . .

You walk back to the couch you left Harry at, but he is not there. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a sleeping body on a couch in the corner of the store you hadn't seen. 

You walk over to it, getting a closer look at who is crashing on the furniture store's couch. Not so much to your surprise, it is Harry. A pillow props his head up against the arm of the couch, the side of his face smooshed. His arms are crossed over his upper body and he snores lightly. 

You giggle at the sight in front of you. He really is a big baby. 

You see a worker in a red shirt and call him over. "Hi," you look at his name tag, "Jack. We are going to buy this one please." The man side eyes your sleeping boyfriend before giving you a strange look. You just smile. "Okay. I'll go do that for you." He rushes away. 

"Harry," you poke at his cheek. He nudges you giving you a faint sigh. "Come on. You can fall asleep after we buy it." He rubs his eyes from sleep and slowly pushes himself to sit up. He smiles sleepily.

"How long was I out for?" His voice cracks a little. "Only a couple of minutes. I told the man we are buying this one since you seem to like it so much." He grins, nodding his head in agreement. 

He rises from his spot on the couch, and plants a kiss on your lips. "I have a feeling we won't be doing as much sleeping on this couch as we think." This time, he walks away towards the man at the counter, leaving you flustered. 

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