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I woke up groggily, the gentle caress of the sun on my skin pulling me from slumber. My first instinct was to reach out for Harry's warmth, but my hand met a cold bed instead.
Confused, I opened my eyes to find the room bathed in soft morning light with the curtains drawn. Sitting up against the bedpost, I squinted, trying to clear my sleepy gaze and glanced at the clock - 10 am. I slightly shivered and shifted my gaze to find something to wear but found nothing.
No sign of cloth. No sign of Harry.
Rubbing my face, I smiled, reminiscing about the wonderful night we spent together, yesterday on our bed.
Suddenly, a distant voice caught my attention, and my brow furrowed. Climbing out of bed, I made my way downstairs to find Harry in a white robe, his long hair wrapped in a towel, engaged in a conversation on the phone while cooking something.
I descended the stairs, eyeing Harry at the stove, deftly preparing omelets. A smirk danced on my lips as I approached him, standing behind and sneaking a glance at the caller's ID on his phone to satisfy my curiosity.
I rolled my eyes as Andrew's name flashed on the caller ID. Amused, I wrapped my arms around Harry's waist and planted a soft kiss on his neck, feeling the warmth of the moment.
Just as he turned around, I swiftly covered Harry's mouth to stifle any potential scream.
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Harry turned around in surprise, his eyes widening before his gaze sat on me. He looked at me with those sheepish, endearing eyes, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I removed my palm, placing a sweet peck on his lips.
His warmth against me was comforting as he grabbed his phone, the conversation with Andrew about tour dates still ongoing.
I relished in the embrace as he wrapped his arms around my neck, and I continued to pepper kisses on his nape, cherishing the closeness with him.
Andrew's voice drifted from the phone as he discussed tour dates.
"Harry? Are you still there?" Harry cursed under his breath, turning off the phone's speaker.
He gently pushed my head away from his neck as he turned to check on the omelet, it was slightly burning.
He quickly turned off the stove, multitasking to manage the conversation with Andrew.
"Andrew, please email me any remaining details. I'll review them," Harry suggested, clearly wanting to end the call.
"Okay, make sure to rest well. You're going to be busy after a few days." Andrew responded before he ended the call.
Harry sighed, placing the phone on the kitchen counter. When he turned around, I was by the fridge, taking a sip of water from a bottle.
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"Andrew could've caught us." Harry sighed dramatically.
I chuckled, setting the water bottle back in the fridge and strolling over to Harry.
"Would have, but he didn't," I replied with a smirk, taking a seat at the dining table.
Harry pouted as he served breakfast-slightly burned omelet with avocado toast and a glass of orange juice.
He placed the plate in front of me, and I glanced from the food to Harry.
"You going to send me to school now?" I teased, breaking into laughter.
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Destacar Lover | Zarry
Fanfiction"He got that James Dean daydream look in his eye and when we go crashing down, we come back every time. Cause we never go out of style. We never go out of style."
