Waking Up

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Harry woke up a little earlier than usual, just laying there next to Ariana, admiring her beauty.

'God, she's so beautiful.' He thought to himself, looking at her sleeping figure, that seemed so peaceful and pure with each steady breath she took. From her long brown hair that was scattered over her right shoulder, to her heart shaped lips that pressed together, then parted again ever so often, Harry loved it. No matter how many people can disagree, she was absolutely perfect to him.

Wrapping his muscular arm around her small waist, he pulled her closer towards him, scooting his face closer to hers as he kissed everywhere possible on her face, from her jawline, to her temple. She slightly stretched, turning to lay on her other side, facing Harry, and instinctively placing her hand on his forearm.

Harry smiles at the small act, playing with strands of her hair, as she relaxed in his hold.

"You smell like...vanilla." she states out of nowhere, snuggling her head into his neck as he let out a throaty chuckle.

"You smell nice yourself, kitten." he says with his raspy morning voice, earning a small him from Ariana as a reply.

"What time is it?" Ariana asks, keeping her eyes closed.

Harry takes a second to look at night stand, where the alarm clock was, before replying with,"9:37."

"I have to meet Alexa at the park for a morning jog." she let out a small groan, not wanting to leave the bed.

"Well, someone is going to have to cancel, because their boyfriend wants to have a lazy day spent cuddling in bed." he cheekily smiles.

"But, Alexa's bae."

"I thought I was." he jokingly frowns at her.

"She is. But you're my king." she giddily smiles.

"Oh, well then that makes you my queen."

"Fine with me."

Right at that moment, Harry's phone starts ringing. Checking the caller ID, he puts it on speaker.

"What's up, Louis?"

"Bro, we have an interview for Good Morning America in an hour, hurry up and get ready before management throws a fit."

Both Ariana and Harry groan at the same time, the lazy day not turning out as planned.

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