Desolate - h.s. ✓

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     When I woke up the next morning, Harry was still cuddled up behind me. He hadn't moved much, and neither had I. Shifting slightly, I found myself working on getting out of bed so that I could use the bathroom. He wasn't attached to me as much as he normally was, my fingers prying his hand and arm off of me rather easily. Getting up, I grabbed a water by my bed, heading to the bathroom. After I had used the toilet, I washed my hands and brushed my teeth, spitting in the sink for the first time when there was a knock.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay in there?"

I opened the door, Harry rubbing his eyes and then looking at me. He looked stunning, and I still didn't understand how I had managed to attract someone so handsome. Harry used the toilet, and I felt my cheeks flush, surprised that he felt so comfortable around me.

"You could have waited a second."

"You've seen my dick. I see no issue here."

"The issue is that you are literally peeing with me in the room."

"I don't think it's that big of a deal," he stated, finishing up and then flushing.

I let him wash his hands, Harry grabbing the toothbrush that belonged to him and brushing his teeth. I had finished, my arms wrapping around his waist while he worked on brushing. It took about two minutes, but after that he seemed to be a little happier.

"Are you feeling any better? "I am. I think it was a twenty-four hour bug or something like that."

He nodded. Harry kissed my cheek, the two of us deciding we should get a shower for the day. Instead of doing it together, like Harry had suggested, we showered separately. I went first, Harry taking a shower while I dried my hair and did my makeup. It was as I was applying my mascara that he was heading out the door, my boyfriend purposely knocking into me. The mascara brush hit beneath my eyebrow, my eyes wide as I looked at him.

"Harry!!"

"What?"

"You know what!" I shouted. "I cannot believe you just did that to me! "It's okay. I'll make up for it. I'll eat you out if you want."

"No, get away from me," I muttered when he wrapped his arms around me. "Harry, stop it, get off!"

"I'll take you right here to make up for it," he whispered lowly, his words clearly meant to make me shudder but I was too annoyed for them to do anything to me. "You're just in your underwear, baby, I can finger you."

"Leave me alone," I mumbled, trying to get the mascara off without ruining the rest of my makeup. "God, you are so annoying. I literally hate you."

"Something tells me that you don't mean the kind of hate we usually have for each other."

"Just go get changed!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd get that upset," he said quickly, his demeanor changing from being playful to worry. "Really, I won't do it again, I thought you'd laugh."

"It's fine, just go get changed," I told him.

"Nicole, I'm —"

"Harry, it's fine. I'm just irritated, but it's okay."

"No, now I feel like shit for doing that to you."

"I'm going to get angry at you for not leaving if you don't go."

He sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek and heading to my room. I ended up having to take off the eyeshadow on my left eye and do it all over again. I knew Harry didn't care if I wore makeup or not, but I wanted to. It was just annoying because now I didn't feel like it looked as good as it had originally. Heading back to my room, I pulled on a pair of shorts, Harry sitting on my bed in jeans and a nicer looking shirt than a T-shirt.