Chapter 7

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AUBREE'S POV

I rolled over in bed tossing and turning all night when I heard a small buzzing noise coming from my phone located on my end table next to my small lamp. It lit up with an unknown number that had texted me. The test read "Sweet Dreams Lovely". I smiled at the text and swiftly added his contact at "Hazzy <3 <3 <3". I replied to his text with a heart and fell asleep hearing his melodious British accent whispering his text to me. 

Next Morning

I woke up to my phone buzzing and blaring Skyscraper by Demi Lovato. I picked up my phone and saw that I had already slept through one of my alarms and so I slowly got up. It was Sunday morning and I was getting up to an alarm that....wait.. I didn't set. I got up and wrapped my quilt around my self and walked to the main hallway near the front door. The door bell suddenly rang scaring me so bad I dropped my quilt and ran to my peep hole to see a Harry standing outside dressed in skinny jeans a brown blazer with maroon cuffs, white converse and his hair swept back still slightly wet. I was extremely confused. 

1. Its only eight in the morning. 

2. Did he set my alarm?

I opened the door to a bouquet of roses appearing and a smiling Harry. I giggled and let him in taking the flowers to the kitchen.

"Morning Love" He sounded with his thick British accent seeming to be more prominent than yesterday. 

"Good morning. So why am I up so early? And did you set my alarm?" I questioned while placing the roses in a glass vase that I was given after I moved into my new place. 

"Aubree. Did anyone ever tell you that you ask to many questions?" Harry chuckled out while slowly walking towards me. I tossed the wrapping that was around the roses into the garbage under the island counter and looked up at Harry. He was just looking down at me with a smirk on his face. 

"We are going to have so much fun today so go get dressed," Harry commanded putting stress on the "so" .

Oh boy what can this kid have in store for me now?

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