euphoria. (hs)

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I think I said this last week but I'm trying to post on a weekly now so enjoy. <3 

That night Harry came home around twelve or something. I'm not exactly sure when because I was sacked out. "Hi." he mumbled slipping his clothes off and laid down in bed with me. His breath smelled of nicotine and alcohol. Of course I am not going to say anything to him about that because I am too tired to even bother putting up a fight. Not only that but because of what had happened earlier as well. 

"Cuddle me?" He questioned grabbing the new and clean blanket I put on the bed when he left, and getting underneath it. I sighed turning the opposite direction getting ready for him to spoon with me. He coughed out in awkwardness, "I mean can you cuddle me?" "I will be cuddling with you." I mumbled tiredly. "No like me be the little spoon?" He questioned softly. I smiled knowing that no matter what happens between us I cannot and will not stay mad at him. 

I turned around and scooted myself my front closer to his back. I wrapped my arm lazily around his waist and nuzzled my face in his neck. He sighed in contentedness. 

"I'm sorry." he mumbled. I lifted my head up confused. "What?" I asked. "I said I'm sorry." "For what?" "About earlier, I shouldn't have said the things the I said." "Can we just talk about this in the morning?" "No we need to talk about this right now." he commanded. I rolled my eyes, "Harry I'm fucking tired. Please just let me get some sleep." I muttered. He sighed, "Fine, goodnight." "Night." 

I woke up the next morning on top of Harry. He had a tight grip around my waist. I didn't want to be rude and just yank my body out of his grip but I did have to get up and get ready for work. I put my arms around my back and began to unlock myself from Harry. 

I scooted off of him making sure that I didn't disturb him. I lazily walked into the bathroom and jumped back in fright. "Holy hell." I muttered out staring at my reflection. Sure there has been times where I would wake up in the morning with my hair looking like a bird's nest but.. this? Oh no. 

I thank the lord that Harry is sound asleep so he doesn't have to see me like this. I grabbed my brush and began gently brushing the knots and tangles out of  my hair. I groaned in frustration as my hair just laid there all frizzy and what not after I had just brushed it. Thankfully I don't have to worry much because my uniform insist that I keep my hair underneath a hat. I smiled and began to make my way back inside my room.

I noticed Harry on his phone swiping through. He looked up at me frowning. "Morning." I said coming closer to him kissing his cheek. He stopped grabbing onto my face and examined it. "Harry what are you doing?" I asked.

"Hold still you've got a pimple." I gasped getting out of his grip. "Excuse me?" "It's on you cheek he said getting up from the bed. I moved away from him slapping my hand on my cheek. "harry don't touch me." "Hush and let me get it. It's ready." I turned away feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Don't touch my face." I said humiliated. "Baby I swear it won't hurt." He said spinning me around. I pouted when he began squeezing my cheek and he smiled in triumph. "I got it!" he cheered wiping the puss on his boxers. I frowned, "That's really embarrassing and gross." I stated looking down.

He bit his lip smiling brought me closer to him. He kissed my cheek and looked down at me, "It just shows we're becoming closer as a couple." I rolled my eyes, "There's more ways to act like a couple then just popping my pimples." "Your right there is showering, cuddling, sex, going to the bathroom together-" "Harry I am going to the bathroom with you." He rolled his eyes, "You say that now but one of theses days when I'm all alone in the bathroom while taking a shower your just going to walk in and sit on that toilet and-" 

"Please stop talking about this." I mumbled. He laughed out loud. "We're even that far into the relationship for us to be doing that." "Tell have you ever gone to the bathroom when I'm in the house?" he questioned. I shook my head laughing, "Honestly no." "What really?" He questioned. i shrugged nodding my head, "Have you at least farted in front of me?" I shook my head walking out of the room. 

Harry stared at me in horror, "How have you not doe any of those things?" "I don't know." I answered grabbing things for my lunch. "Well where do you do that stuff?" "Here." I stated. Harry gawked at me. "How?" "I do it like everyone else Harry." I answered getting ready to leave. 

"Now kiss me good bye." I demanded. Harry sighed shaking his head. "One of these days I'm going to break you to where you are comfortable to do those things in front of me." I rolled my eyes, "Harry you haven't even done any of that in front of me." Harry smirked, "Challenge accepted."