Two Ghosts [h.s]

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Also, I know I don't specify but Harry wears his butterfly necklace 24/7. He never takes it off.

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"What" I coo tiredly as Harry shakes my arm. "I swear to god if it's 7 am." I take the sheets that were ripped off my body and throw them back over.

Last night Harry was so sweet. He carried me upstairs and changed me into his shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He's normally touchy but last night he couldn't let go of me. He probably would have stood in the bathroom as I peed if I let him.

I thought he was going to make a big deal out of it but he didn't. I know this kind of stuff is normal especially to him but I thought it was going to be awkward between us afterwards. it was nothing like that. If anything I think we're closer and more comfortable now.

After he changed me into his shirt he went to take a shower needing to cool off. He looked so sad that he had to leave but he came back in less than ten minutes crawling under the covers kissing down my shoulder.

He doesn't even ask twice about keeping the lamp on anymore and it means so much that he doesn't judge or make fun of me.

"It's actually 9 am smart-ass, come on I need help." He peels the covers I have over my eyes and kisses my temple. "Baby?" 

Well, when you put it like that.

"Unfair advantage."

I rip the covers off my body and he smiles in victory. 

"You know I think that makes us 2-1"

I glare back at him as I shift my feet to hang over the bed. He wastes no time in picking me up and I just accept it. Clinging to his neck still tired and limp he drags me to the bathroom and sits me on the black counter. He opens my legs and steps in between them, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"Well, good morning."

"Goodmorning," I repeat back in my morning voice and he smugs a toothy smile. "Why did you wake me up?" I giggle and he reaches forward across our bodies that connect together. When he pulls away I miss the warmth but what he's holding catches my attention.

"What am I supposed to do with that?" I shift my gaze to the razor and men's shaving cream he has in his hand.

"I want you to shave my stubble." He says brushing his hands against his chin.

I glare, "you dont have any stubble." 

"Its cause I shave it!" He defends proudly. 

"I don't know how to do that."

"I'm gonna teach you, here." he hands me the shaving cream but I just look down at them in my hands widely. 

"Harry, I'm going to cut you by accident."

"No you're not it's the same as when you shave your legs but it's on my pretty face." I open the lid on the can and shake it in my hold. Studying the cylinder I press down on it and white foam comes shooting out onto my palm.

I jolt back in surprise and smile at the man standing in front of me who bends down so I can reach. I take my hand and wipe the foam over his left and right cheeks spreading out an even layer. I drag my finger through his upper lip and coat his chin.

"Okay, I think you're pretty evenly coated." I giggle and reach for the razor. "Can you at least show me how to do it first?" Harry nods and takes the razor brushing over my hand slowly. Grabbing The handle he brings it to the farthest side of his cheek.