I woke up cuddled into Harry's chest. I looked at my alarm clock to see that it was 11. I snuggled closer to him. "Harry, wake up." I whispered. He just groaned and pulled me closer to him. "Harry, it's 11 'o' clock. We need to wake up." I said a little louder.
"But I'm tired and comfy." he whined.
"It's your fault you're tired."
"I couldn't sleep."
"Why?"
"I don't know, I've had a lot on my mind lately."
"Wanna talk about it?" I asked.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you though." he sighed.
"Why did you text me when you couldn't sleep?" I asked. I think it might have sounded rude because it took him a second to respond.
"I don't know. The guys were asleep and you were the first person to pop into my head." he smiled. I found myself smiling at his comment.
"Aww, Harry! You're too cute." I squealed. He gasped and put on a fake shocked expression.
"Excuse me?" he said in a high-pitched voice. "I am not 'cute'."
"Are too!" I said while sticking my tongue out.
"Am not!" he retorted. He grabbed my sides which caused me to start laughing.
"STOP!" I screamed. "I can't breathe!" I said between laughs. He finally stopped and my breathing went back to normal.
"You're the cute one." he said silently.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are. Especially your laugh." he smiled cheekily.
"Whatever you say." I said sarcastically.
"Okay then, good." he smiled with a sense of accomplishment.
"We really have to get up now." I laughed.
He pulled me closer to him then said, "But you're so warm. If you get up, it'll be cold." he pouted.
"That's why you have to get up too. Come on. If you get up, I'll make you pancakes." I wagered. When he got up, it dawned on me that he didn't have a shirt on. Woah. He is really fit.
When he finally put his shirt on, I grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen. "What do you want in your pancakes?" I said. I pointed out what all there was and he chose chocolate chips. "Great. These will be done in about ten minutes. You can just wait in the living room." He nodded in response.
"They're done!" I yelled. He walked into the kitchen and got his pancakes.
"Thank you." he smiled. We walke back into the living room when my phone rang.
It was Samantha, "Yeah?" I questioned.
"Josie just quit and we need a full time photographer. Do you want the job?"
It took me a second to respond because I was shocked. Harry looked at me to see if I was ok. "Ofcourse! When do you want me to come in?" I exclaimed.
"Are you free now?" she asked. I nodded like she could see me.
"Yeah. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." then I hung up my phone. "I'm a photographer!" I screamed then hugged Harry.
"Great." he smiled. "Are you going in now?"
"Yeah. I have to go and get ready."I said. I got up and put my plate in the refrigerator, I wasn't gonna waste pancakes.
"Okay, I guess I'll see you later?" he kind of asked. He opened his arms signaling that he wanted a hug. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his lower back then his arms went around my upper back. I gave him a tight squeeze then I stepped back.
"Yeah, bye Harry!" I waved at him. I ran upstairs and put on a neon orange skirt with a white ruffle shirt. I ran to my car the I sped to work.
When I arrived, everything was in complete chaos. "Samantha, what's going on here?" I asked.
"We were waiting for you to show up. Josie was the only photographer that we had so the celebrity was waiting in the room by himself. Now go. Everything's already set up." she smiled. I don't think I've ever seen her smile before.
I walk in and all I see is red hair.
