My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

Morning breath.

Morning breath.

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Jasmine's P.O.V.

I woke slowly, less harshly than usual. *cough*, Louis Tomlinson, *cough*.

"Good morning, sleepy head." A deep voice said. I opened my eyes to find Harry lying next to me, in his infamous purple Jack Wills hoodie and a pair of black jeans.

"Meh." I croaked. He leaned over to kiss me, but I yanked myself backwards and came into harsh contact with the floor. "I'm okay." I groaned, as I pulled myself back on to the bed.

"You are the clumsiest person I have ever met." He chuckled, as I scowled at him. "But it's so cute." He leaned in to kiss me again, and as he did, I pulled back.

"You know, there is a reason I fell off the bed in the first place." I told him. "The same reason I'm not kissing you."

"And what would that be?" he asked grinning at me.

"I'll have morning breath." I whined.

"Babe, I honestly don't care." He told me. "And if anything, it's afternoon breath."

"Shut up." I mumbled. "Why are you up so early?"

"Early? Did we not just establish the fact that it's the afternoon?" he laughed.

"Exactly!" I groaned, climbing back under the covers.

"I was just making some last-minute arrangements for our date." He told me.

"Well, it's hardly last minute. Our date's tomorrow." I told him.

"Babe, it's Wednesday today." He told me with a smirk.

"Sugar!" I screeched, jumping out of the bed. "How much time do I have?"

"Like, four hours." He said, as if it were forever.

"That's hardly any time at all!" I complained, running to the bathroom.

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"Are you ready now?" Harry groaned.

"Two minutes!" I called back. I took one last look in the abnormally large mirror, before nodding at my reflection, satisfied. I was wearing a terracotta satin midi-dress with white polka dots, white suede wedges and a matching white leather crossbody bag. I had soft curls and light makeup, and I had managed to paint my nails in the short time I had been given to get ready. I left the closet to find a single red rose on the dresser, with a sticky note attached. 'I hope you like roses, beautiful. I'll be in the living room... H x'. I nervously walked through to the living room, suddenly feeling a heap of pressure. Louis nudged Harry in the ribs, to get his attention. Everyone in the room turned their attention to me too. Liliana had a smug grin on her face.

"Why are you all staring at me? Nobody woke me up and I only had four hours to get ready... Four hours, for crying out loud! I thought I had done okay-" I rambled.

"You look beautiful." Harry told me, as he walked over to me.

"I... really?" I asked smiling.

"Really." He told me. "So, now you're ready?"

"Definitely." I replied, grinning ear-to-ear.

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