Distant love

Chapter 3

-Harry's POV-
I awake to the sound of my alarm.
*ding ding ding*
"Ugh," I screech as I grab for my phone to shut my alarm off. As soon as i shut off my alarm I go onto Instagram. I just scroll through my posts, liking a few of my choosing. I set my phone on my coffee colored night stand and stomp to the kitchen. As soon as I get to the doorway of the kitchen I mentally prepare myself for the cold wood flooring. I take a deep breath and press my warm foot onto the cold wood flooring of the kitchen. I walk towards the coffee maker, fill it with water, and then choose my coffee. This morning I chose the "morning blend." I pop it into the coffee maker and chose my favorite mug, it has a "H" print on it. I press the start button and text Sam.
"Morning love❤️"
She texts back almost immediately
"Morning:)"
"How's your day going so far?"
"You mean the 15 minutes I've had so far? Well, good(: wbu"
"My day is going well, just making some coffee."
"Be over in 10"
She wasn't lying, not 10 minutes later she was in my kitchen. She looks so beautiful when she wakes up.
"What kind of coff.."
I didn't even finish, I already knew. Hazelnut coffee, with a dash of sugar and vanilla creamer. I pop her coffee into the coffee maker and press start. She walks over to me and hugs me tightly. I wrap my arms around her and hug back. It seems like no time, and her coffee is done. I come out of the hug and grab her mug of coffee, I add the ingredients she likes and stir it up slowly. When I'm finished I reach to hand it to her, just as she's about to grab it I rip it away.
"You have to kiss me first," I say mockingly. She gives me a evil grin and grabs my shirt and pulls me towards her. She presses her soft lips against mine and our tongues collide. She pula closer and closer and finally I'm holding her up off the ground and her legs are wrapped around my torso. She pulls away. I realize I want more then that. I can feel myself getting hot for her. I decide to just take a sip of my coffee, that'll cool me down a bit.
"So...?" I whisper, attempting to start a conversation. She just looks at me, staring blankly.
"Harry... We have to talk about something"
Shit. What did I do? I just stare at her with a curious face.
"I'm guessing you don't know what I'm talking about?" She says cautiously.
"Not an idea"
"Well..."