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     I woke up the next day with the worst cramps, Harry still asleep as I rested beside him. After many attempts, I had managed to curl up beside him, grumbling softly at the pain in my lower stomach. Honestly, I was trying my hardest to stay quiet so I wouldn't wake him, but that didn't appear to be working. Pressing my face into the pillow, I held my stomach, muttering under my breath.

"Nicole. Hey, what's wrong?"

His voice was low and dripping with grogginess as he shifted. I glanced over at him, saying that I had cramps before he was getting out of bed. I watched as he pulled on a pair of shorts, confused as to where he was going when he left the room. However, he came back a minute later with a water, grabbing something out of his bag. I pulled the blanket to cover my chest as I sat up, Harry handing me two tablets along with the water.

"Let me pack up everything, and we can get you home, okay? "You'll stay with me today, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

Nodding, I swallowed the pills, putting the bottle down by the bed. Harry grabbed his sweatshirt, walking over to the bed and pulling it on me. I put my arms through the sleeves, thanking him softly. He cleaned up the room, putting our clothes into the bags while I grabbed a feminine product and went to use the bathroom. Once I was finished, and I had washed my hands, I grabbed all of our toiletries, carrying them out into the room. Harry took them from me, putting them away as I pulled on a pair of pajama pants.

"Let me see," he said quietly, looking around the room, checking the bathroom again, and then double checking the bed. "I think that's everything, princess."

Nodding, I watched as he pulled on a shirt, slipping on his shoes quickly. Harry happily put my shoes on for me, his lips pressing to each of my knees before he stood up. It wasn't long before he had grabbed our bags, my boyfriend and I leaving the room. Once we made it downstairs, he checked out, my body leaning into his. Harry didn't appear to mind, talking to the woman as if I wasn't putting practically all of my weight on him. Once that was finished, we headed to valet again, Harry putting the bags in the back seat. He grabbed the blanket from the trunk tucking me into my seat after I was buckled. I watched as he shut the door, tipping the guy who had gotten the car before getting in. Harry buckled himself, putting the car into drive and starting for the interstate "You can try and sleep some more."

"I want a bagel."

He chuckled. "I can get you that. Is Dunkin' okay? I kind of want an iced coffee."

Nodding, I held his hand as he drove, curled up in my seat. It wasn't very long before he was pulling into a drive through, ordering me a plain bagel toasted with cream cheese, along with two strawberry frosted with sprinkles donuts. I also asked for a caramel iced coffee with cream and sugar, Harry appearing less judge-y thank I would have expected. He ordered himself only an iced coffee, pulling up to the next window. It was probably five minutes before he was finished paying and had gotten all of our stuff, Harry giving me the two bags that had donuts and a bagel.

"Thank you so much," I murmured.

"Yeah, of course."

I ate quietly, the two of us listening to the radio currently. Honestly, I was pretty exhausted, and I wanted so badly for my cramps to go away, but even the medicine I had taken didn't do that much. Continuing to eat, it wasn't until after I had finished my bagel, and we had gotten onto the interstate, that I started asking Harry questions.

"So, how much money do you make a week?"

He glanced over, raising an eyebrow before shifting his attention back to the road. "It really just depends. Sometimes it's a thousand, sometimes it's four. "Four thousand dollars?" I scoffed.

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