"Why the word Songbird?"
"Um, let's see," I nervously chuckle as I think through my answer, "Someone I love deeply used to call me that. They told me that 'I am like a songbird. A beautiful creature who makes the most beautiful music,'" I sigh, as h...
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I'm just gonna leave this here...
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The song is where Harry and Fallon are right now... back in honeymoon stage.
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Stirring around in my sleep, I wake up under a heavy arm draped across my chest making it nearly impossible to breathe properly. I squint through the bright light seeing Harry passed out, his soft lips in a cute pout as soft snores escaped his lips.
I smile watching his nose scrunch as his eyes move around fast under his lids. Slowly and carefully, I untangle myself from under his arm and legs and slide out. I quietly sneak over to one of his drawers and pull out a pair of his boxers and slip it under the top Harry had lent me last night.
It was the only thing I had to wear right now, considering my underwear was a piece of dental floss on the floor with the way Harry pulled it off and my dress was squeezed up in another pile beside Harry's suit.
Last night... what a fucking night. I still can't believe all of that happened. I mean I knew something was going to happen, but I just didn't think it was going to be so emotional. I least of all expected our night to end in him fucking me into another world. Hearing him be so vulnerable with me admitting that he loved me still made me melt in his arms. I love him so much that it hurts.
