morning

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Harry's POV

I can tell Ella is in need of some more attention lately with everything she has going on at home she takes comfort in me. She spent the night yesterday, like she has for the past few weeks now. I'm so tired though and it's too early to wake up properly yet. Hence I keep my eyes shut.

"Babe is wake up" I hear El whisper in my ear whilst pulling me a little closer to her via wrapping her arms around me. Cutely yet annoyingly she presses a kiss to my forehead. I can feel myself almost drifting back to sleep before she covers me in her kisses.

Being unable to refuse her due to kissing up and down my chest I know there is no way that I can go back to sleep. So instead I play her little game and trail kisses from her jaw down to her neck.

Ella rolls on top of me and sits on me, boi is she a sight in the morning with only one of my old shirts on. Annoyingly slow she leans down closer to my face and finally her lips meet with mine.

I let her tongue explore with mine for a while but to my disappointment before it can get too heated but enough me to have a tent in my boxers she pulls away and responds slyly with "I'm going to make breakfast, meet in the kitchen?"

Like the horny bastard I am I rush to throw some clothes on and meet her downstairs. I am addicted to her it is bad. Wrapping my arms round her waist, I know there is no one else I would want to spend the rest of my life with. The confirmation of her saying I love you is all I need.

As anyone would, our lips meet again but this time a lot gentler but yet with just as much passion and emotion, yet again we get stopped by freezy before we can actually get anyway.

"Oi lovebirds not the kitchen, sucks to see you glued to each other all day every day as it is already, least you can do is have some respect it's only bloody 9am on a Sunday"

Fair to say we have already been looking for apartments to move in to, just us two.

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