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Lazy Daze
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Request: Hi! Could you write a lazy day with Henry Lau?
Type: Fluff β
Pairing: Henry Lau x Reader
Summary: Youβve just gotten home, at the crack of dawn, from working the night shift at the hospital. You find your beloved Henry dozing on the couch and decide to join in.
Word Count: 1104
A/N: It was so fun writing this, itβs so cute and I absolutely love Henry Lau. Literally, as I wrote, I was gushing over how cute they are and smiling to myself. Itβs adorable.
Β Β Β Β Β βFinally free!βΒ Those are my first thoughts as I drag myself through the apartment and flop onto the bed. The sun had begun to rise and I squint as a ray shines into my eyes. I feel around the bed, noticing that something is missing. Henry isnβt laying on his side like he usually is. I get up and look around the room in confusion.Β
Β Β Β Β I walk across the bedroom to our bathroom. "Henry?" I call out. No answer. I look around the apartment and see that he's nowhere to be found. He wasnβt in the spare room, where he keeps all of his instruments. He wasnβt in the laundry room, which figures since he hates doing laundry. He wasnβt in the kitchen either.Β
Β Β Β Β Having given up on my search, I go make myself a cup of tea. While I wait for the water to brew I hear movement in the living room.Β
Β Β Β Β I smirk at this.Β βHe mustβve been hiding.β I think to myself. I sneak over to the couch, where the noise came from. I look over, about to scare him, but notice that heβs not hiding from me at all. Heβs been here on the couch the whole time, wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep. I smile at how innocent he looks when heβs sleeping.
Β Β Β Β Deciding to let him sleep a little bit more, I change out of my scrubs into something fresh and comfy. I drink my steaming cup of tea, scrolling through my phone and munching on some snacks. I look up from my device when I hear movement again.Β
Β Β Β Β I walk back over to the couch, seeing him stirring. I smirk as an idea comes into my head. I get up onto the back of the couch, rolling off of it onto his sleeping form. He groans and shifts his position as I lay beside him. His eyes crack open slightly. He immediately wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my neck.
Β Β Β Β Β βWhen did you get back.β He asks groggily. I feel him kiss my collar bone multiple times.
Β Β Β Β Β βAbout 20 minutes ago, I didnβt want to wake you,β I said as I stroked his hair, separating a piece to plait. I giggle as his hold on my becomes tighter and he lets out a sleepy groan. His breath is hot against my skin as he sighs loudly, kissing my collarbone one more time.
Β Β Β Β Β βI donβt want to do anything today.β He says after a while, lifting his head to look at me. I caress his cheek and give him a sweet kiss on his lips. He kisses back, giving me a few more pecks on my cheeks.
Β Β Β Β "We can stay here all day if you want," I say, smiling at his cuteness. He begins to shift on the couch so that I am underneath him. I wrap my arms around his neck as Iβm peppered with sleepy kisses.
Β Β Β Β Β βY/N,β Henry whispers. His fingers brush across my chin, grabbing it.
Β Β Β Β Β βWhat?β I ask in return, as he begins to bring my lips close to his. When we get close enough that our lips are barely touching, he speaks again.
Β Β Β Β Β βYour hair looks really wild.β He chuckles. My hand instinctively runs through my messy hair, getting tangled.Β
Β Β Β Β βOh my gosh, Henry,β I say as I blush and push away from him. He laughs and tries to hold me back, gripping my waist. I get on top of him, turning on my back whileΒ he grabs my wrists. He holds them down across my chest and I feel his legs wrap around me to keep me in place.
Β Β Β Β I struggle against him, giggling as I slip out of his grip. I roll onto the floor and try to crawl away. I squeal as I see him coming after me.
Β Β Β Β Β βOh no, you donβt.β He says as he grabs my legs, stopping me from crawling away.
Β Β Β Β Β βAgh!β I scream as he starts dragging me back to the couch.Β βOw, ow!β I wince as he stops dragging me and looks at me with concerned eyes. He puts my feet down and goes to my side.
Β Β Β Β Β βAre you okay, Y/n? Where does it hurt?β He asks frantically, inspecting my body. I bite back a giggle and push him away, running towards the bedroom. He stalls for a moment, gathering what just happened.βYou little faker!β He calls as he gets up to chase me.
Β Β Β Β I get to the room and close the door, holding it closed so he canβt get in. He gets to it, wiggling the doorknob and trying to get in, but finds that itβs blocked.Β
Β Β Β Β Β βYah! Open the door or I will be forced to use force!β He shouts as I laugh uncontrollably. I keep my hold on the door as he starts pushing. My strength being outmatched by him, the door is slowly opened.
Β Β Β Β I try to hide behind the door, but Henry grabs me, pulling me by my wrists. Next thing I know, Iβm thrown over his shoulder.
Β Β Β Β βYah! Let me down!β I demand, hitting his back with my fists and kicking my legs. He only laughs at me as I am taken back down the hall.
Β Β Β Β Β βNot a chance, Jagi, you said we could stay on the couch all day, so thatβs what weβre doing.β He says, placing me on the couch and cuddling up to me, fingers entangled in my hair. I smile at him, wrapping my arms around him as his head rests on my chest.Β
Β Β Β Β Β βI wouldnβt mind staying here forever, especially with you,β I admit, kissing his forehead. He lifts his head to give me a long, passionate kiss. Before the kiss gets any more heated, he stops and lays his head back on my chest, hugging me close to him. Henry lets out a chuckle before speaking.
Β Β Β Β "You're heart's beating super fast. Did I do that?" He asks slyly. I roll my eyes at him.
Β Β Β Β "Oh, shut up," I poke his side and he giggles. We stay like that, breaths slowing as we both fall asleep in each other's arms.
πβππ‘βπ π΄ πΆπππ πππππ? (π»ππππ¦ πΏππ’)
ππ¦ππ: πΉππ’ππ
πππππππ: π»ππππ¦ πΏππ’ π₯ π πππππ
ππ’πππππ¦: πππ’ ππππ π»ππππ¦ πππππππ ππ π‘βπ πππππ πππ π¦ππ’ ππ π βππ ππ βπ πππ π‘πππβ π¦ππ’. πππ’ π ππ¦ π¦ππ’ βππ£π πππ‘π‘ππ ππππ€πππππ ππ ππ’π ππ, ππ’π‘ βπ ππππ πβπ‘ π‘ππ’ππ¦ ππππ€ βππ€ πππ‘π‘ππ π’ππ‘ππ βπ π πππ πππ βπππ πππ.
π΄/π: π»π ππ’π¦π , πΌ'π π π π π π πππππ π ππππ¦ π‘βππ‘ π‘βππ π€ππ π π πππ‘π. πΌ'π£π πππ‘ πππ’ππ π‘βπ π‘πππ π‘π π€πππ ππ π‘βππ π πππππ ππ πΌ βππ£π π‘π πππ‘ πππππ¦ πππ π π ππππ¦ π‘βππππ , π πβπππ πππππ πππ ππ π‘βππ. πΌ βπππ π¦ππ’ πππ ππππ'π‘ πππ πππ πππππ π πππππ¦!
π΅πππ¦ πΌβπ πππππππ~
π»πππ ππ£ππ βππππ ~
πΏππππππ πππ π€ππ¦π π‘π πππ‘ π¦ππ’ ππππ€ ππ’π π‘ βππ€ πΌ ππππ~
Music rings through the halls of the house. It was Henry, doing what he does best. His music flows from his soul and into any instrument he plays. It was always beautiful to hear. I see how every moment he spends in the room of music, is a moment spent in heaven for him. Iβve never quite understood his passion, but I love watching it in action.
I walk down the hall in the direction of the melody, my bare feet smacking the cold floor. I curl my toes, wishing Iβd put on my slippers. The sound of Henryβs voice gets louder as I approach. As I listen, I realize that heβs singing Itβs You, itβs one of my favorite songs of his. He doesnβt notice me as I walk up to the other opposite side of the piano. He often plays with his eyes closed.
βTryna hold back, you oughtta know that youβre the one thatβs on my mind.β He sings, scrunching his face a bit. βIβm falling too fast. Deeply in love. Finding the magic in the colors of you.
Every since Iβd started dating him, heβd taught me how to sing. I wasnβt very good before, but he taught me certain techniques and skills. He even taught me how to harmonize. Which is exactly what I begin doing as he continues singing.
βπππ’βππ π‘βπ πππβπ‘ π‘πππ, ππ‘ π‘βπ πππβπ‘ ππππππ‘. πππ’βππ π‘βπ π π’ππππβπ‘, πππππ ππ¦ βππππ‘ πππππ.β
He looks at me, but doesnβt falter from playing. He smiles as he sings. I smile back, resting my chin on my hands as he continues before I jump back in.
π ππβπ‘ π‘πππ, ππ‘ π‘βπ πππβπ‘ ππππππ‘. πΌπ‘'π π¦ππ’π’π’π’.
I stop singing and Henry looks at me with the most loving eyes. He appears to be singing to me now. I blush, smiling at him. His voice has always captivated me, but so did watching him play. The way he handled the piano so carefully. He didnβt bang on the keys, but rather bounced from one chord to another with grace.
The amount of passion that Henry puts into his music is incredible. Itβs one of the things I love about him. I envy his skill with instruments, because I was never able to pick it up as a child, but itβs heartwarming to watch him.
As he finishes his song, he gets up and gives me a big hug.
βYouβre getting so good.β He says, picking me up.
βI learned from the best.β I smile at him. βCan you teach me this? Itβs so pretty. If not itβs okay, Iβm just not really good at playing piano.β I admit.
βOf course Iβll teach you!β He says excitedly. He motions for me to sit down and he stands behind me. I put my fingers on the keys, ready for instruction.
βSo first, youβre going to press the notes, G A B A G, with your right hand? And on the second A, youβll press B with your left.β He tells me. I hover my fingers over the keys and then look at him.
βUh, where are they?β I ask sheepishly.
βOh, right." He laughs, playing the notes for me. I copy them slowly, trying to remember which ones he played. He waits patiently as I try to get used to the keys. When I finally get it down, he guides me through the song.
βBut since this part is the climax of a song, youβre going to add a crescendo to make the song more heartfelt.β He explains as I stare at him blankly.
βWhatβs a crescendo?β I ask, when he shows no sign of explaining.
βOh, yeah, a crescendo is where you start the part of the song off softly and then gradually get louder. Like turning up a dial.β He demonstrates for me. βGot it?β
βI think so... I get that I have no business playing the piano.β I laugh.
βAw, come on, babe. Letβs just continue, weβre almost finished.β Henry pleads. I let out an exaggerated sigh and nod.
βAlright, whatβs next?β I ask, as he continues to teach me.
whos an idol you just think is insanely attractive? no personality here iβm asking you to be shallow just looks
THE SUPER ZOONIOR IS DONEE