Harry truly is something.
It had been 3 weeks since he had asked me to be his. Ever since, he's been showering me with gifts and dates, and such.
I was currently sitting on my couch, yes, in my own home, reading the first 50 Shades of Grey book.
Jesus,
Everyone wants a Christian Grey in their life, but, of course, it mustn't have the sex part. Just the demeanor of Christian.
I think I have a Mr. Grey, though. I'd say better.
This book was absolutely disgusting, very detailed, and blah. I was pulled from the middle of my sentence, when someone rung my doorbell. I set my book down, Oscar letting out small, puppy barks.
I opened the door to reveal Harry, he wore washed out black jeans with rips in the knees, and a white shirt, his dress coat over. He was holding a bottle of wine.
Classy.
Harry let himself in, running a hand through his long hair. He sent me a smile, taking his jacket and boots off, hanging the jacket up.
He then proceeded to walk over to the couch, picking up the book.
"Hmm, I like your choices, babe." He sent me a small smirk and stuck his tongue out.
I sent him a pout in return, crossing my arms as I made my way closer to my lovely man. He grabbed my hips, once I was close enough, pulling me into a hug. He rested his face in the crook of my neck, a smile still evident on his face.
I started to laugh softly, sliding my hands through his soft, but tangled hair. I then got an idea. I wanted to braid this hair, I had thought.
When I pulled away, I rubbed my hands together with an evil smirk popping onto my features.
"I'm braiding your hair.." I looked up at him and he shook his head in protest.
"You will not," He said firmly. I just laughed,
"Oh, Harry. I can do what I want."
He crossed his arms and sighed, nodding. Wow, my Mister Grey had given up, just like that? I'm quite surprised.
I ran to my bathroom, searching in my cabinet for small black elastics, grabbing a few, I ran back out. Harry had gotten us a glass of wine. He was sipping on his.
I grabbed mine and took a sip, before sitting down behind Harry, on my knees. I grabbed the brush that was already on the table.
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When I was finished with Harry's hair, it looked pretty f ucked up, to be honest. He had kept peppering my face with kisses and saying thank you. I'm glad he liked it, cause I didn't, ha.
I looked over at the clock as I yawned. Wow, it's midnight. Harry and I were currently curled onto the couch, the TV was on, but it was on mute. We just laid there. Until I got uncomfortable and kind of restless.
"Harry, can we go into my room, please? Bed calls my name. Our name." I let out a groan and rubbed my eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, babe. Go on, " He patted my bum and I sent him a childish glare, not happy. He put his arms up in surrender, laughing, I shook my head and walked into my dark bedroom. Harry followed closely after me, he was clearly beat, too. He collapsed in bed first, knowing which side.
"This bed is so comfortable, baby.." He groaned and he stood up again, pulling his jeans off, finding a air of his PJ pants from nights that he gave them to me. He had asked if they were clean, I nodded and he slid them on. Taking his shirt off.
I was already in my PJ's, partly because I was too lazy to change.
So, I laid down, getting under my duvet, Oscar jumped up and slept, almost directly on my head.
Harry slipped into bed, scooting closer to me. We were facing each other, so he simply pressed a kiss to my forehead before sliding his arm around my waist.
We bid a goodnight, shutting our eyes. Sleep must've taken over me before it could him.
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ITS 12:34AM, I AM TIRED. THIS WAS AN OKAY LENGTH CHAPTER, RIGHT?
UGH, GOODNIGHT...!
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