twelve

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"Damn, honey, it's late," Harry warns me in the morning. 

"Just five more minutes."

"No, you're gonna be late from work."

"Please, Harry. You should get back to bed too," I say.

But he suddenly tickles me so I start laughing and screaming but I don't give up without a fight. I grab a pillow and hit Harry in the face with it. So we start pillow fighting and my laughter gets louder and louder.

Harry finally wins and he takes away the pillows from me while he chuckles. So I stand up, give him a quick kiss and go into the bathroom. I take off my clothes and get in the shower. I am minding my own business when I hear someone giggling so I turn around and see Hazza staring at my naked body.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, pretending that I am mad.

"Just admiring my wonderful boyfriend," Harry says.

I burst out laughing.

"Come in or leave," I say, trying to stay serious but I can't help but smile when he  takes off his clothes. 

A second later we are both standing in the shower.

Harry gives me a mischievous look and I can feel his gaze on my body when I reach for the shampoo.

"Are you just going to stand there?" I ask him with a wide smile on my face.

Harry blushes, kisses my cheek and takes his eyes off me.

It takes us some time, but we finally get ready and Harry drives me to work. I give him a long, passionate kiss before we say goodbye, and I get out of his car. 

Today, I am in a very good mood at work, I even make a new friend. A sweet girl, her name is Gemma. We have lunch together and she really likes talking so she tells me about her family and how her parents got divorced. I don't know what to say so I just listen to her silently and think about Harry. Sarah crosses my mind too but I know that I should let go of my thoughts about her. So I do.

When I get home, my Hazza is waiting for me in my apartment. Naked.

"Harry, I thought tha-," I start but he doesn't let me finish because he kisses me and bites my lips. 

"Alright," I laugh.

I throw my bag on the floor and Harry pulls me into the bedroom and I don't protest. I give him my body and let him do whatever he wants because I am all his.


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