Heartstopper Pillow Fort Scene Novels & Stories

Before I could ask him what he was doing he pulled me close and the unexpected force made me fall on his chest. My head collided with his chin and the pillow that I had been holding landed on his face, smacking him. I would have laughed if not for the way his eyes were looking at me. “What are you doing?” I asked and he let go of my wrist. I looked at him in surprise for a while before a pillow flew toward me and smacked me in the face, throwing me backward a little. “Pillow fight” Jasper grinned as he raised a cushion and hurled at me again.

When I turned back, he was patting his lap expectantly. “Come here.” I crawled over, settled sideways across his thighs, head on his shoulder. The opening credits rolled. Ten minutes in, there was a kissing-in-the-rain scene. I squealed softly and wiggled excitedly. He inhaled sharply. “Baby,” he said, voice strained, hands clamping gently on my hips. “Stop moving.” I froze, then felt it, the very obvious, very hard reason pressing against my ass. My eyes went wide. A tiny, shocked gasp escaped me.

I know the weather is cold and the room is surrounded by the aircon but it suddenly vanishes when he asked that. “Really? You sure?” “Yeah. You’re the one who I slept with the last time. Our swimming way back before?” He reminded me. Jeez, Gio! You’re making me embarrassed. “All right. It’s okay on me.” He suddenly gets the pillow I am using and he placed it in the middle part. I put my head again on it and he lies down beside me. My heart flies into a rage. It beats aggressively this time. I am facing the ceiling when he turned his face on my side. I can see on my peripheral vision that his eyes are closed and trying to get a nap.

After having our coffees ,we get back to his appartment . I get into his bed and this time ,don't bother laying the pillows in centre . What is the point when they are gonna get thrown away anyways ? Harry lays beside me and turns off the light. I am on my way to fully fall asleep when i hear something that gives a strange kind of feeling or a rush or maybe both. HARRYS POV:

I say covering my mouth. “You aren’t as innocent as you look.” He’s sizing me up. Like literally taking a moment to look at me from top to bottom. “I kinda like it.” “Stop.” I take the pillow beside me and throw it at him. He reads my movements and evades it just in time to watch it pass by him. “What? It’s true!” “I wish I hadn’t come here.”

His arms catching me before I hit the floor. His voice, firm but gentle, asking me to breathe. And then… nothing. Heat floods my cheeks. I don’t need a mirror to know they’re bright red. I groan softly and push myself up, but the movement makes my head pound harder. I sink back into the pillows. “Slowly.” My breath catches. He’s here.

I pull my eyes away from him , and gasp when I look to the direction the footsteps were coming from. Two maidens come walking towards us while holding a red square pillow each - the pillows seems as if it were made a few seconds ago – the material is new and absolutely clean. How ever , the pillows were not what made gasp , it is what laid on the pillow that did. I felt Alexander leans to me , his lips almost grazing my ear when he whispers to me.

he murdered, rubbing his cheek against my breast, causing me goosebumps. "Huh! Which pillow?" I rolled my eyes. He lifted his head and kissed my breast lovingly. "This one" I flushed with his words harder and harder as he claimed his favourite pillow and his favourite place again. —————— He breathes heavily out of tiresome, his eyes closed. I stare at him lovingly and dip my fingers into his deep hair. I feel my heart throbbing faster against my chest. He looks so different right now, or I can say he looks the same as he was before.

As if he can read my mind, he waves the white flag and surrenders, "Fine, can I borrow OUR shirt?" "Hihi yes." I grin and finally lie down, putting a pillow in between us to draw an obvious line as to remind him not to enter my area. I like having my own space when I sleep, because I love surrounding myself with pillows. It feels like being hugged by cool, giant arms. "I'm not sleepy yet,” he sighs before removing the pillow fort and lies right next to me, hand caressing my hair down to the end, clearly not going to sleep anytime soon.

I say, hating the flush I feel creeping up my neck. His gaze darkens even further, if that’s possible. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth for a brief second. It’s so obvious what he’s thinking. A vivid image flashes in my mind, of his body covering mine on this very bed, and a fresh wave of heat floods through me. “We’re putting a pillow between us,” I blurt out. “Just sleeping.” He lets out a quiet chuckle, a rich, dark sound that vibrates straight through me. “Whatever you say, Quinn. There’s only one pillow, though. And I can’t sleep without one.”