I pad down the stairs in the middle of the night because of a craving.
I walk past the couch and stop when I see Harry. His eyes are still puffy and red, and his cheeks and nose red too. He hugs himself to keep warm because his blanket fell onto the floor.
I walk over and lean over him.
"Harry love." I say as I shake him gently.
His eyes open and he sits up.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"Nothing just come upstairs, it's freezing down here." I shiver.
He stares at me for a moment before nodding. I walk around the couch before helping him up. We walk upstairs and I climb into bed with him following me. After I get comfortable I go to close my eyes but then I remember-
"Damn it." I huff.
"What's wrong love?" Harry asks.
"I got up to eat but I forgot and now I don't feel like getting up." I groan. "But whatever."
I go to sit up but Harry gets up before me.
"I'll make you something." he tells me. "What do you want?"
"Mac and cheese but I can do it Harry." I tell him.
"I got it." he gets up and leaves the room.
I lean my head back against the headboard and watch what's on the tv for a bit until I feel my eyelids droop.
Let me just say; I didn't eat any of my beloved Mac and cheese.
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FanfictionHe thought girls of L.A were self-centered, over confident, brats. Until he met her. She thought boys of L.A we're the cocky, rude, guys that only thought about sex. Until she met him.
