Begin Again (Sequel to Stand Up)

Chips Ahoy

Chapter 7:

Poppy POV:

When I woke up I was hungry. And when I say hungry, I mean HUNGRY.

I opened my eyes to see pitch black everywhere, with a red glare from my alarm clock illuminating part of the room.

Through the darkness I could see my husband's hilarious face as his mouth was wide open and he snored into his pillow. Harry's strong arms were wrapped around me, and I smiled.

What time is it?

I looked over at my clock to see 4:14 AM glowing in the dark. I groaned. Seriously I get THIS hungry at 4 in the morning.

I probably shouldn't wake up Harry, but I'm STARVED...

Screw it.

I carefully unlocked Harry's arms from around me, and tip toed out the door without waking my snoring husband. Before I left, I made SURE to take a picture of sleeping Harry.

Man I'm tired. And hungry. MAN IM HUNGRY. Oh god did I even eat last night? I'm so HUNNNGRYYYY.

I dashed down the giant wooden staircase, skipping the steps by fours.

I'll probably wake everyone up, but Eleanor has already left anyway so whatever.

I dashed to the kitchen as fast as I could. The line between hunger and sleep was blurring quickly. I needed sleep. BAD.

When I walked in, I shined my iPhone through the darkness to make my way to the pantry.

I gasped.

An entirely full Chips Ahoy Chewy Cookies tin was siting gloriously on top of the stainless steel fridge.

It looked so heavenly... So unbearably perfect, I just HAD to eat them.

NOW the problem was actually getting them. Never in my life had I been able to reach the top of the fridge, and BEFORE you go judging may I tell you that it is much larger than a regular one. And what can I say, I've always been short.

I reached my hand up towards the cookies, stretching it as far as I could, and standing on my toes. Still nothing.

I moaned in frustration. I mean COME ON. I'm a pregnant woman trying to get an unreachable tin of cookies on top of a fridge at 4 in the morning. Seriously. Seriously!?

I glanced around the kitchen again, looking for something to boost me up there. But my kitchen had those awesome spinny stools that were connected into the ground, so using a chair wasn't an option.

Oh what the hell.

I climbed on top of the counter next to the fridge and took a deep breath, before grabbing onto the opposite side of the fridge and hoisting myself on top of it.

HA! Take that stupid fridge. I'm on top of you.

I smiled to myself, and pulled my legs into criss cross apple sauce and began to dig into the tin of cookies.

"MMMMMMMM." I moaned and shoveled handfuls in my mouth, crumbling ALL OVER.

Soon the tin was half empty and sleep was beginning to take over. I laid my face down on the cool fridge, and slid my legs out to lay down.

As I reached for another cookie, sleep completely took over and I began to dream...

About cookies.

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"HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHA!" A group of people's laughter rang out, waking me up.

I opened my eyes to see EVERYONE below me, laughing their asses off and taking pictures.