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Harry.
Is the first thought I have when I become conscious again the next morning.
My head is pounding and my heart is beating irregularly. I'm missing Harry, is the first thing I realise.
The second is, I'm still in last nights clothes, I forgot to charge my phone and if I don't get up in about three minutes I'll probably be late for work. And today is an important day since I'm presenting the last article for this months issue.
The first thing I do however, is get up, put my phone on the charger, text Harry: 'Good morning gorgeous :)' and then head for the kitchen, take two aspirins dry and last but not least...shower.
When I get out of shower, Clifford is already awake while Bruce has taken over my bed since it's always empty. I feed them breakfast and extra treats since today is a happy day and I'm feeling like spoiling them to bits, before raiding the bedroom for clothes.
I figure I have to unpack everything when I come home, because if I'm thinking of ever inviting Harry over, then I must clean up and look decent, although I pretty much spilled my heart to him last night about how depressed and lonely I've been feeling lately. Hopefully he doesn't remember much of it.
El would be proud to hear I'll be unpacking soon. And it's all because of Harry. My love for this man has changed me.
Liam calls that morning as I'm walking to work.
He's asking me if El babysits babies too or is it just dogs, because he needs one for tonight. To which I laugh because what else would Liam call for now that he's an official dad with a toddler who's just got his first tooth out and is learning how to crawl and walk.
I tell him El babysits too but tonight she'll be busy with the doggies, but if he wants I can call Jesse for this afternoon.
Liam agrees and thanks me a hundred times. He then proceeds to ask about any updates on mine and Harry's relationship, since the last update I gave him was about us going at a winery for dinner...
I tell him that I'm late for work and that he'll see for himself anyway and Liam curses me before I close the phone.
I like the little sense of secrecy. I want to be that selfish person and hide Harry from every single person on the world...and at the same time I want the whole world to know Harry Styles is mine and only mine.
Mine...
Is Harry mine to begin with?
I mean...I love him...He loves me...We kiss and we miss...That means he's mine and I'm his...Right??
I check my phone to see Harry has texted me back.
Morning Lou,
Is your head hurting too?
Mine is :(
I smile at that message and decide I should probably call him rather then text.
When he answers a deep sleepy voice is what I hear.-"Hey Lou, you awake so early?"
I chuckle and check the time.-"Early? It's 8 am already Haz, don't you have work?"
Harry groans and I can hear him roll on his bedsheets, something which sparks up my imagination and that's when my brain stops functioning properly and my cheeks heat up from all the imaginary inappropriate thoughts that litter my mind in the span on 18 seconds.
"Work starts at 10."-He mumbles against a pillow I presume.
The image in my head gets cuter, fluffier. A set of curls ruffled within the sheets and pillows, skin as golden as an angel's, smile bright as the sun and the halo.
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Museum of Memories // Larry
Fanfiction"Me and Harry knew each other long before we meet that day at the museum... We weren't strangers with a story...And there's a few things that we did have more than just old friends. Some memories of him just never left, like most of the memories fro...
