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Painkiller -Ruel
              "'Cause you're my painkiller
                        When my brain gets bitter
                              You keep me close
                       When I've been miserable"
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A/N:
hey besties we've missed u:) sorry we haven't updated for like three weeks but, WE'RE HERE NOW! life has been so shit, but we're glad we're writing again. love u okay, enjoy:)

Mirabelle Faia

9:10 am.

I feel myself to slowly start to wake up, as my head lifts up from my very comfortable pillow. Aka, Harry. I look at my clock, seeing the time. It's still early.

His arm is locked around my waist, while I'm resting my head on his chest. Both of us tangled in the sheets, hair a mess. He's snoring softly, his mouth a little bit open.

God, his side profile is beautiful. I don't get why he's so insecure, he's the best looking human I've encountered.

The soreness in between my legs is very prominent, but I'm not mad about it at all. Last night was amazing, it was relaxing just laughing and having someone to be an idiot with.

After we both finished, he cleaned both of us. We took a quick shower together, and immediately headed for my bed.

The both of us fell asleep instantly, drained mentally and physically. We were now both in my bed, as comfortable as ever. And just me looking up, admiring him.

I was fixing my over-sized sweatshirt as his breathing got lighter, snoring less. He's going to wake up.

Great, now I'm blushing.

I lay my head again on his chest, closing my eyes. I feel him move below me, him turning to his side facing me.

Opening my eyes slowly, my eyes meet his.

A smile instantly, my hands going to cover my face. I hear him chuckle lightly, his arms going to my hands to pull them down, and back to my hips. He pulls me close, our faces only millimetres apart.

Oh shit.

Morning breath.

My hand goes to my mouth, my head turning the opposite direction of his.

"Why are you turning away?" His deep morning voice rings through the room.

"Because my breath smells bad." I muffle through my hand, laughing lightly.

"So? Everyone has morning breath." He rasps while his hands are roaming my upper body. Him kissing my neck and collarbones.

I smile from ear to ear, "I don't care, let me brush my teeth first."

"Mmm, no. No, I don't think I will." His hands tighten their grip on my waist, his head nuzzled against my neck.

My hands wrap around his biceps, my back arching with him wrapping himself around my torso.

His hair is spread out against the pillow, my hands tangling within the deep chestnut curls.

I could stay like this forever.

What feels like an hour of shameless touching, cuddling, and stealing kisses here and there, my stomach rumbles.

"Do you want to make breakfast?" I say, kissing his neck, then his collarbone. After going up to his earlobe. Finally, I reach his plump lips.