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When I wake up from my sleep I see that I'm tangled up in Harry. Literally.
Our legs are entwined and my arm is around his chest as his is under my head.
"Good morning." He smiles at me.
"Hi." I smile back. "What time is it?" I whine.
"Ten thirty two." He replies. "And you snore."
"You told me this lie already." I cover my face with my hands.
"It isn't a lie." He laughs. "I filmed you."
"You what?" I gasp.
"Let me show you." He smiles and maneuvers himself a little; reaching over and grabbing his phone but keeping it place so I continue to lay on his bare chest.
"Watch." He says and rubs my arms as I direct my eyes to his screen.
It's a moving picture of me just laying on his chest, snoring. You can hear him laugh a little before he ends the twenty second video.
"See?" He asks proudly.
"Whatever." I tell him and roll off of his body to lay on my stomach. I'm not really embarrassed, I just like messing with him. I haven't messed with him much but I'm assuming it's fun.
"Don't be mad." He rolls over and wraps his arms around me, bare chest to my t-shirt covered back.
"I'm beyond mad." I lie and smile into the pillow.
This is cute.
"Aw, love." He kisses the back of my neck. Just a peck.
"You're gonna be even more mad when I tell you that I put it on Twitter." He laughs into my neck and I roll around.
"You what?"
"I put a nice caption!" He defends.
"Harry!" I whine and pick up a pillow to whack him.
"Sorry, sorry." He takes the pillow from my hands and puts it down laughing and grabs my hands. "I said you were cute and my friend Zayn agreed."
"I don't care but that's embarrassing." That is embarrassing. He's sharing my snoring slumber with strangers. Whether it's his friends or people he doesn't know, they're still strangers to me.
I'm still not mad but now I'm actually very embarrassed. Not embarrassed to the point where I would want to run and hide but to the point where if someone brought it up, I would turn red.
"And I told Zayn he can't have you because you're mine."
His words hit me like a pile of bricks.
"I called dibs." He adds.
"I am not the last slice of pizza, Harry." I defend.
We're both now laying on our sides facing each other.
"You're right. I'm sure you taste much better." He looks me straight in the eyes and a chill gets sent down my spine.
I stay silent as his right hand rises and he rests it on my cheek, thumb rubbing in a half circle.
"You're so beautiful." He looks from my eyes, to my lips, to my eyes again. "And I'm going to kiss you." He tells me and I just nod.
The atmosphere has changed from cute to relaxing and intimate within seconds.
