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Chapter 49

I know I'm the worst and thank you for being so patient, school is hammering me and I barely have time to sleep let alone write, so you're gonna have to be patient cause the work is just gonna increase. But thank you, thank you, thank you so much! I'll try and update soon x 

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I yawn and rub my eyes from the brightness of the sun coming through the cracks of the curtain.

I roll over towards my bedside table and see the time on my phone shows its nine o'clock, I sit up trying to wake myself up and notice Harry isn't next to me.

In my half-awake, half-asleep state I walk over to the study room to see if he's there.

I open the door to see him sitting on the chair, his elbow resting on the table, supporting his head, a pen placed in the corner of his mouth and a frown on his face.

He hears my feet shuffle against the floor and spins around in the chair.

'Morning' he slightly smiles.

Too tired to reply back I just sit on his lap and rest my head against his chest. The soft material of his old Rolling Stones shirt makes me smile and nuzzle into his chest even more.

'What are you doing?' I mumble.

He sighs, 'trying to studying but not getting very far.'

'Why not?' I ask leaning back from his chest.

He runs a hand through his hair, 'they're having lunch with Des today, and it's all I can think about.'

'We should go.' I urge, standing up in front of him.

He frowns, 'what makes you think I want to go? Besides even if I did go, you coming with me is a bad idea'

'Why?'

'You don't need to get involved.' And with that Harry stands up, looking me in the eye.

I wrap my arms around his neck, 'I want to support you, that's what girlfriends are for right?'

He slightly chuckles before kissing me on the cheek and walking downstairs.

I sigh and remember it's going to take more than that for his stubborn ass to change his mind, so I follow him downstairs and meet him in the kitchen anyway.

'So, what do you want to do today?' He closes the fridge and looks at me, 'I don't know, don't you have work today?'

I nod, 'yeah but I don't start til four.' I lean against the bench and he walks over, 'when do you finish?'

'Ten.'

'Do you want me to pick you up?' he asks, popping in toast from the toaster

'Yeah, that'll be good, thanks.' I nod.

We hear the door being unlocked and turn our attention to Niall walking through it in last night's clothes.

Harry laughs and yells at Niall down the hall, 'walk of shame, lad?'

'Shut-up.' Niall grumbles and grabs a banana from the fruit before walking upstairs.

'I want the details!' Harry yells while watching him walk up the stairs.

I scrunch my nose up, 'you're a perv. Speaking of pervs-'

Harry interrupts me, 'before you start up again, I'm not seeing Des.'

I raise my eyebrow, 'I'm sure your dad isn't a perv.'

He shrugs, 'I wouldn't know, I haven't seen him since I was eight. Besides, you never know, he's a wanker and they seem to go hand-in-hand.'