In a far away place called Camelot, a certain raven haired, blue eyed 21 year old man called Merlin was sleeping soundly on his bed. Well, this was of course before someone decided to blow an airhorn to his ear.
Merlin woke up with a yelp, he jumped out of his bed landing on the ground a few seconds later. Merlin Ambrosius groaned and rubbed his head ' That's definitely a going to leave a bruise'. He sat up and laid eyes upon Harry Potter sitting at the end of his bed ,feet crossed looking rather amused. Merlin growled, realizing what was the reason why he had woken up or rather... who.
"Goodddddd morningggg." Harry smiled, amused.
"You complete- Wha- What are you doing- Where- When?" Did I forget to mention Merlin was still half asleep?
" In order? I, a complete angel I am came here to ask you a favor at my place that I need like right now."
"No" Merlin deadpanned.
"Pleaseee! I'm sick and it's not that big of a favor ! I swear I'll make it up to you! I'll do your chores for a month!" Harry pleaded.
Merlin turned around and smiled, " Now we're talking. What's the favor?"
