in the morning

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Song - In the morning - Keaton Henson


hes amazing i love him shoot me


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I would appreciate u checking out my harry story "Humans of New York" sooo much as im working really hard on it and the storyline and it hasn't gotten many reads yet and im upsET AND SHOCKED


ok not shocked i foresaw this but still




Aimi


"Hold on a fucking second Aimi Reynolds!" Maxienne boomed through the apartment. Yes, I did break the news to her insisting that I would be fine to go to Luke's hotel room, but she wasn't so sure.


"I really need to get ready Max" I pouted as she barged into my bedroom. She had an exasperated look strewn across her face and her hand on her hip.


"So you're going to his hotel room, for what reason?" She asked, pinching the bridge of her nose. I shrugged sheepishly.


"I don't want him gone on bad terms again Max. I went through two years of being miserable because I thought they all hated me" I said, now feeling slightly sorry for myself. She sighed heavily taking a seat at the end of my bed.


"Are you sure this is a good idea?" She asked, frowning a little.


"No.." I breathed out a small laugh. "But it needs to be done"


Silence engulfed us in the room for a bit, and I turned back to root through my drawers one last time in search for a nice outfit. 


"Well then, we gotta make you look hot as fuck then don't we" She smiled, standing beside me. I reached over and pulled her into a tight hug, which she returned.


"Thanks for everything Max" I mumbled into her shoulder. She just gave me a gentle squeeze.


"You can wear my jeans from Missguided. They're too long for my stubby legs" She winked, shuffling out of my room. I chuckled and root through my clothes once more.



At exactly 7:33 I was running out my apartment door clad in Maxienne's boyfriend jeans, a striped crop top, a pair of Nike Air Force 1's and my Michael Kors bag. And I can't forget my old trusty khaki green parka jacket. It only took me two seconds to hail down a cab, but from where my apartments were, the hotel was a good 25 minutes away. 


I tried my best to settle my nerves in the backseat, but it was so hard. What was gonna happen? Were we gonna talk about things or were we gonna have another shouting match? Everything about this screamed 'bad idea' but something was pulling me into Luke. Something within me was telling me to listen to his side for once and stop screaming at him. It was kind of terrifying that I can just turn like that. One word from his pouty lips and I'm wrapped around his finger again. 

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