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Comic Relief, or not..

[Rebecca's POV]

  I felt fingers running up and down my bare back. I snuggled closer into the body beside me. The fingers became a hand. A slight chuckle was heard when I shivered. "Bec, it's ten." Harry said softly kissing the top of my head. I smiled against his chest and squeezed his shoulder that my right hand was on. "Time to get up."

I groaned and he chuckled again. As he was about to say something else, his phone rang. I felt him move his left hand since his fingers brushed against my right side. I heard him feel around his night stand. Once he had his phone, he starting making shapes with his right hand on my shoulder as he talked.

"Hey...we're meeting at twelve?....alright mate see you in a couple hours." he said then hung up. "We really need to get up now."

I groaned again rolling right as I brought the blanket with me. "Well, now I'm cold." Harry joked. I replied with a muffled sound. I don't know if he replied, but I did feel the bed move up. Harry got off the bed. I turned and looked at Harry's broad back. When he reached his clothes, all I could see was his butt. I laughed softly; he turned. "What?" he asked turning his head to me.

"Great view babe." I winked jokingly.

He grinned. "It is isn't it?"

I giggled covering my face for a second with my covers. When I removed my covers, he had his boxers on and was in the midst of pulling up his jeans. "Is it a new fashion statement for guy's to wear leggings?" I joked.

He stopped and looked at me. His jeans were unbuttoned and were hanging around his waist. "These clearly are not that tight. I could fit you in here with me." he said buttoning them and stretching them out away from him. "See?" he said pointing to the small space between his v-line and the jeans itself.

I sat up. "Well, I mean the ones you've been wearing on stage are a bit tight." I smiled.

"You know what?" he huffed. "Just because they are tighter than my other jeans doesn't mean they are leggings." He grabbed his shirt and walked to my room door. "Get dressed." then he walked out

I laughed flopping back down. He is adorable.

I threw the blankets off me and went to my dresser getting some panties and a bra. I put then on along with some pajama shorts. I then found a shirt and put it on. I took a hair tie putting my hair in a bun. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror above my dresser. I have never felt this happy. I blushed thinking about the reason why.

Harry.

I sighed happily walking down my hallway and down the stairs. As my bare feet hit my hard wood floor, I went straight to the kitchen. I heard sounds coming from in there. I smirk looking on the ground where Harry's shirt has found a nice home. When I turned the corner into my kitchen, I see Harry standing in front of my stove. I smile walking to him. As I get to him, I slide my hands around his waist. He lifts up is arms a little, so I can go all the way around. I kiss his back and look around his side. "Get dressed?" he asked.

"No I'm naked." I said.

"You know, if I didn't have to meet up with the lads in an hour and a half, you just might be visiting last night all over again." he chuckled.

I put my forehead on his back and giggled softly."Then again we have an hour and a half."

"Well, too bad." I joked removing my arms walking to the fridge.

He turned his head to the right and whined. "Aw man, I was hoping you were serious."

I laughed. "Sorry to burst your bubble, babe." I winked taking the orange juice out.