"Cherry flavored conversations with you
Got me hanging on"
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Lorelei Cupid is an aspiring cosmetologist who has a slight cherry obsession. She is dealing with a terrible ex-best friend and possible financial problems. She encounters Harry, a new s...
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I open my eyes slowly, the bright light from the windows causing me to squint. It was so calm, so peaceful and quiet which was rare for New York so it was best to enjoy it while it lasted.
Turning my head to the side, I was met with Harry's sleeping figure and all the memories of last night came flooding back and I smiled, softly.
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"Oh my god, that was so heavy, why did we buy that?" I asked, putting down the statue.
"Don't ask me, you're the one that wanted to buy it."
He was right, of course, but it wasn't my fault. The statue was so cute and who knew that something so tiny could be so heavy? It was barely the size of a water bottle. What did they make it out of? A building?
"Well at least it's the last one," I huffed, flopping down on the chair.
"Mhm," Harry agreed, taking a seat next to me, "It's getting late, and you have work tomorrow. We should go to bed."
I nodded, standing up and Harry lied down on the couch. I had forgotten that he slept there.
"C'mon Harry, We could share the bed. The couch is bad for your back, you already have terrible posture," I joked.
"Hey, do not say anything about my posture!" He exclaimed.
"Then come to bed with me," I said, placing both hands on my hips and staring down at him.
"Y'know if someone heard that out of context they'd think you were trying to get me to have sex with you," Harry said and I gasped in shock.
"Do not say that," I said, hitting his chest as my cheeks heated up.
"What? You don't wanna have sex with me? I'm hurt," He said, placing a hand on his chest and wiping a fake tear.
"Get up, Harry, you're sleeping in a bed tonight," I pulled him up.
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His eyes were closed and his lips were parted a bit and ever so often, his nose would twitch a little. I did not want to sound like a creep but his face was so angelic it could have been the definition of perfection. I just wanted to lie down here, next to him forever, and not have to think about anything else but him. I never realized how quickly Harry became the person I trusted the most, the person I would do anything for but here I was.
I reached out a hand to brush out the curl from his face and as I did so, his lips stretched into a slow smile and his dimple appeared. His smile was so contagious. He opened his eyes, and those emerald gems stared up at me.
"Hi," I squeaked out, embarrassed to have been caught.
"Do you know how creepy it is to wake up and feel someone touch your face?" He asked, his voice was deep and raspy and his accent seemed more prominent.
