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He's not real.

He is a robot.

Has he blinked at all?

As soon as I woke up and rolled over to face him, he was looking at me. When we made eye contact he smiled softly.

How hot does someone have to get to physically melt? I think I'm getting there.

I didn't think rich people t-shirts were a thing. Now that I'm sleeping in his I know they are.

It's so soft.

I sat up and grabbed the Polaroid camera off my nightstand. I put the camera up to my face and looked through the small window.

I snapped the picture and the bright flash went off. Harry immediately covered his eyes.

Haha, my master plan has worked.

The Polaroid spat out the picture. I grabbed it between my fingers and shook it through the air.

"Why," Harry groaned and rubbed his eyes.

"I've never been stared at that long I panicked," I said tiredly. I laid back down facing him.

He opened his arms up and I immediately cuddled close to him.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked tiredly.

"Better than I have in a long time," I closed my eyes as he talked to me.

"I'm glad," he mumbled. I heard the door start to freak open. "What the hell," I felt Harry's body tense.

"Just the rabbit," he let out a deep breath and laughed. Before we could react Bruce hopped up on the bed, curling up between me and Harry.

"You could just say dog," He mumbled as he smoothed his hand down Bruce's fur. "Have you seen Princess and the Pauper? Like the barbie movie?" I looked at him and smiled.

"Yes, and you are the last person I would expect to know what that is," I held in my laugh.

"Bruce is like that cat off of that movie. What's his name?" He furrowed his eyebrows trying to think.

"Wolfie," I answered. "I've seen that movie so many times," It was probably a mistake for him to bring up Barbie moves. "Your bow wow's the cat's meow, it's how I know you're you," I sang out.

"We should totally have a Barbie movie marathon," I said happily.

"Oh god," he laughed and wiped his hands down his face.

"What's up fucker!" Someone busted through the door and yelled.

"Who the hell?" Harry quickly got up, he was just in his boxers.

My bedroom door busted open and Kay came into my room. Her eyes went wide as she saw Harry.

Harry quickly put his hands over himself.

"Holy shit!" She smiled and started laughing.

"Why? Why are you here?" I covered my face, feeling it turn red.

"I thought I was going to have to drag you out of bed again," she shrugged. "But looks like someone dragged you into your bed," She pointed at Harry.

"Get out," I walked up to her and pushed her out of the room, shutting the door. I turned around, pressing my back against the door.

I silently screamed stomping my feet on the ground.

"Why!" I whisper-yelled at Harry.

"What do you mean?" He whisper-yelled back.

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