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I feel myself stir awake, the feeling of fingers smoothing up and down my stomach, tracing small circles against my warm skin causes me to shiver, a small smile pulling onto my lips as I breathe in deeply, turning into Harry's chest and cuddling into the warmth of his body.

"What time is it?" I ask quietly, my voice still laced with tiredness and exhaustion. I keep my eyes closed, my forehead pressed against the side of Harry's ribs.

"Almost eleven." He answers, his voice sounding equally as tired as my own. I sigh and roll over onto my back, opening my eyes and blinking away the sleep. "I missed waking up beside you." He mumbles, my heart swelling at his sweet words.

"Me too." I mumble quietly, Harry grins and leans over to me, his lips connecting with my cheek multiple times as he lays on top of me, my fingers smoothing up and down his back bringing goosebumps to his skin.

"I feel like I got the best sleep ever last night." Harry mutters tiredly as he rolls off of me, both of us making our way to my bathroom. My legs work like water, trying to hold up my weight and barely succeeding. "I didn't wake up at all."

"I didn't either, but you're gonna have to start staying on your own side from now on, I get too hot." I laugh, turning the water of the faucet and grabbing my tooth brush, Harry copying my actions.

"But I like to cuddle you." He whines, wrapping his arms around me, my back pressed to his front causing me to laugh and shake my head, wiggling out of his grip. "And I get cold, it's like negative fifty degrees in here at all fucking times." He adds on. I roll my eyes playfully at him, both of us repeating circular motions with our toothbrushes, mine being pink and his green.

We both finish brushing our teeth, Harry taking it upon himself to brush my hair as I start doing my skincare. With summer here, my skin dries out a lot faster.

"I made up with my dad." I say after a moment, glancing at the reflection as Harry's eyes flicker up to meet mine over my shoulder, his movements on the ends of my hair slowing down at my words. "My mom thinks I'm some whore who sleeps around though." I halfheartedly joke, Harry furrowing his eyebrows at me.

"That's not funny. I'm glad you made up with your dad, but you aren't some whore." He mumbles, brushing through my tangled and dying ends. I need to cut my hair so bad. "You don't think that about yourself, do you?" He asks me hesitantly. I shake my head.

"No." I answer, shaking my head easily. "I told my dad about you." I continue, Harry grinning lightly which causes his dimples to come onto display in his cheeks which makes my heart flutter.

"Did you tell him that I'm an. . ." Harrys sentence trails off causing me to frown and immediately shake my head. I hear him let out a short sigh of relief from behind me, his shoulders visibly relaxing. "Good." He sighs.

"I'd never do that." I voice, catching his gaze in the mirror reflection. He leans forward and pushes my hair to the side, pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder, trailing his lips up my neck and stopping when he meets the place under my ear, a sigh leaving my lips.

"I know." He breathes, pulling away and continuing to slowly brush through my hair, the action not only sweet, but enough to make me fall asleep again. He's so gentle with it, wincing every time he gets a knot and accidentally tugs, mumbling apologies to me.

"He wants to meet you, but we can wait. I don't want it to be too fast for you." I tell him quickly, watching as he grins in the mirror and nods. I'm purposefully moving slowly so he doesn't feel rushed or like we can't talk.