I woke up with an arm draped around my waist, and a body pressed against mine.
I rolled over and seen Ed peacefully sleepin. I smiled as he lightly snored, and tried to wriggle out of his grasp so I could use the washroom.
I didn't know what time it was, but it was still dark in the room.
I slipped out of his arms and tip-toed to the bathroom. I was in the middle of washing my hands when I heard moveement outside the door in my bedroom.
"Ari? Ariana?! Ariana!" Ed yelled. Was he.... crying?
I swung the door open, & Ed spun around, tears rolling down his cheeks. He ran over to me and flung his arms around me. I didn't really understand what was going on.
"Ed, whats wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked, pulling out of the hug and placing my hands on his shoulders.
"I had a dream. You left me. And when I woke up and you were'nt there, I got scared." he told me.
"Babe, its okay. I'm not going anywheres." i told him and hugged him lightly.
"Lets get back to bed." i said, and we walked back to the bed.
Ed almost immediatley fell back asleep, and I was almost asleep.
Ed tensed up in the bed beside me.
"Ari." Ed wimpered in his sleep. I genuinly felt bad for him.
"I'm right here." I whispered, and placed my head on his chest.
He quickly relaxed, and put his arms around me.
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"ED! Don't you dare!" I warned him. We were trying to make pancakes, and Ed was adimit that he wanted to have a food fight.
"What'll happen if I throw flour at your face?" He asked stupidly.
"Uh.. it makes a mess?" i said.
"I'll clean it." he smirked, and before i caught on, he threw an entire handful of flour over my head.
"Oh. my god. Its on." I said, and threw an egg at him, splattering it all over the left side of his face.
We started throwing food all over the kitchen-space, there was stuff flying in every-which-way.
We were both completely covered form head-to-toe in baking ingrediants.
"Go hose off outside." Harry told us.
"Ok." we said in-sync.
We walked out to the the hose in the backyard, and Ed grabbed it.
"You first." He said, and turned it onto a low volume. He sprayed me all over with the cold hose water, and then peeled off his shirt.
"My turn." He smirked. I sprayed him with the highest volume, and the coldest water.
"COLD! COLD! COLD!" He chanted as he tried to run away.
It's only 10am, and we have already gotten into a food-fight in the kitchen, and a water-war in the backyard.
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