Harry's P.O.V.
I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. Sarah was curled up next to me, head in my neck, body in my arms. Life couldn't get any better.
I carefully reached out to grab my phone. It was 11:25.
"Sarah. Sarah, honey. Wake up, it's 11:30, love," I said softly, gently shaking her as I did so.
"Mm," she mumbled, still asleep.
"Saraaaaaah," I said. Still, nothing.
"Alright, you leave me no choice," I said.
And without any warning, I lifted her up out of bed, running around the house with her in my arms.
"HAROLD STYLES WHAT. THE. HELL!!!" she screamed.
"Someone isn't a morning person," I said in a singsong voice, setting her down on the sofa.
"What time is it?" she whined, still barely awake.
"About 11:30. What do you want to do today?" I asked, overjoyed that it was finally the weekend.
"Hmm," she thought aloud. "How about we go out? Like to the park or something? Just have a day for the two of us?"
"Sounds like a plan, love. Now, what about breakfast?"
"I don't know about you, but I couldn't care less. Wanna just go out for Starbucks?"
"Anything for my girl," I smiled.
Sarah's P.O.V.
We walked into the Starbucks hand in hand. It was nice knowing that I had somebody that was really there for me. I smiled at the thought.
"What would you like, love?" Harry asked in that deep, sexy voice of his.
"I'll just take a blueberry muffin and anything that has caffeine. Thanks," I smiled and found a place to sit.
Within five minutes, Harry was sitting across from me, at our lovely little table for two. After eating for a few minutes, he starting making conversation.
"So regarding this 'day for the two of us' or whatever you want to call it," he started, taking a bite of strudel. "What exactly did you have in mind? I know you mentioned the park at one point."
"Why don't we start with that?" I suggested. "Oh, I'll be right back. Do you have any trash I can throw out for you?"
Harry simply shook his head. I was back within about ten seconds. Harry finished his breakfast in silence. But it wasn't boring. We were content just staring into each others' eyes.
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For the Record
FanfictionSarah Jacobson was your average 25 year old. She worked at Syco Records. Her life is perfectly normal, running as smooth as ever, when she is visited at work by a strange boy with bright green eyes, and a load full of brown curly hair.
