When I write things during writers block other things appear here, strange.
There might be a few things other then YouTube on the occasion
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Hearing the familiar drone of cars speeding past despite being seated so high in the sky above most of the city was normal for Harry in the mornings. Grey clouds going past through the blinds that only allowed the smallest of light through. Letting out wide mouthed yawns as this hand slapped against his mouth to try and cover it.
The air in the London flat was cold, Harry was sure that if he stepped out of bed it could leave prints in snow towards his bed. It felt like he was sitting with St. Bernards while scouring the Alps and the Andes.
He glanced over to the other side of the warmth of his bed, seeing the one person who stuck with him through all the hardships while being complacent and self-involved (as they started and meant to continue). They were laying there pouting in their sleep and Harry took another yawn.
He couldn't be more content in his current status - no matter how damaged it had been previously. No matter how many times the two declared that "romance was boring" when they first met, almost like two ships that passed in the night, never quite meeting in a large pool of water. But they made sure they were prepared for an untimely crash.
Deciding to throw himself back into the covers away from the frosted floor and icy air he finally found himself drifting off and enjoying himself away from the troubled sea.
