Wroetofreezy

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Harry's pov:
I was woken by the subtle light filtering in to my room through the curtains and a weight laying on my hips. Groggily, I lifted my head to pinpoint the source of the weight, only to find a pair of arms wrapped around me; that pair of arms belonged to Callum, who I thought was going to be gone for the day.
Cal went out last night, so I expected him to end up in a girls bed for the night, not mine.
I laid my head back down on the pillow, too tired to get up, but not tired enough to go back to sleep. So for a few minutes, I listened to the sound of Cal's breathing and memorized the way his head felt laying against my arm.
Not long after I had woken up, cal began to stir. When he opened his eyes, a crease formed between his eyebrows due to, assumedly, the confusion of his situation.
Cal looked up at me and our eyes met, realization washing over his features.
"I'm sorry bog, must have stumbled into your room last night instead of mine," Cal said as he started to unravel himself from me.
I didn't want him to get up, I was oddly comfortable with him in my bed. And best friends can cuddle platonically, right?
"Mmmm, just stay here Cal. There's no point in getting up."
With surprisingly no protest, Cal laid back down and re-wrapped his arms around me, nestling his head into my shoulder.
Completely platonic, right?

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Hi again, it's not me because that joke has been used so many times!
Honestly, you could interchange either Cal into this story because I didn't specify and characteristics. But personally I thought of it as Calfreezy.
9-14-16

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