"nothing in the world belongs to me but my love, mine, all mine"
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I normally hate waking up early on Saturdays. It's the one day of the week where I actually want to sleep in and plus, it was summer break and I had just graduated from high school. I wanted to get a little more shut eye before I woke up at ten thirty and went down to Daily Dose for a coffee.
But this Saturday, it's different. Much different.
It's July 7th, which meant that today was the day of the Seattle show and Harry was just getting into the city from Vancouver. He was flying in early with the intention of milking the most out of the time he had here with me and man, it excited me that he was finally coming home to me. I didn't mind waking up at the crack ass of dawn for him.
At six o'clock in the morning, I woke up and got the Nespresso machine going and the soft whirring sound filled the kitchen along with the smell of freshly brewed Starbucks coffee from the pod. In the meantime, I took a shower, brushed my teeth and spent what felt like hours trying to figure out what to wear.
It was summertime in Seattle, perhaps I should wear something light for when it gets warmer later on in the day. But then again, this was Washington and Mother Nature loved giving us surprise showers even if the channel five weather lady tells us that it'll be sunny all weekend long. I groaned, tossing a random top over my shoulders and the sound of a new text message notification went off.
Harry
Just got to Seattle. I can't wait to see you, olive. How does coffee and pastries sound?In a heartbeat, I was typing away.
Elena
i'm glad you made it here okay. i miss you, and coffee and pastries sounds amazing <3He replies in a matter of seconds.
Harry
Perfect. Get dressed, I'm coming to get you. XElena
from where?Harry
Your apartment, silly girl. Where else?Elena
you have the address to my apartment?Harry
Cassie likes to talk. A lot. Also, when did you plan on telling me you're living with another man? Ha ha haElena
i think at this point, adam is one of the girls. he listens to bubblegum pop while he lifts at the gym. he's emily's problem, not mineHarry
Is that what you girls refer to boyfriends as now? Am I your problem?Elena
if you keep leaving me and being far away from me, yesHarry
Ha ha, that's fair enough. I love being your problem, at least I'm still yours. I don't care what I am as long as I'm yours.
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made a home • r. cianci
FanfictionThey say the right one will make you fall in love three times. With them, with yourself & with life.