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three

I woke up by the sound of lightly snoring in close to me. Turning around I saw that Harry was deep in his sleep. I couldn't help, but smile as I tucked away the strand of hair covering his face. Glancing at the clock behind I saw that it was past 7 am, less than one hour till I had to be at the bakery. Carefully getting out of bed, I walked to the bathroom and got ready for work. Since Harry was here, I wasn't planning on working today, but I had stop by the bakery get the additional paper work I could finish at home and tell my co-workers.

As I entered the bakery I was one of my workers, Monica standing behind the counter. The moment the door bell rang from opening the door, she looked up from what she was doing. "Hey, Taylor. Why are so happy about at 8 am?" she asked.

"What?" I asked, not understanding what she meant before my hand went to my face and I felt a huge smile on my face. "Oh, that..." I smiled again. It was hard for me to hide it. "Something happened, so I came down to see if it wasn't too busy, so I could take a day off."

"Something like what?" She cheekily asked. Monica was always the most curious of all the workers, but I didn't mind it as she was the one who always paid attention and remembered every detail.

"He came back," I said, biting my bottom lip to try to hide my smile.

Her eyes widened in shock. "Seriously? Is Harry back?" She asked, not believing me until she saw how happy I was. "Oh my god, Taylor," she quietly squealed and gave me a big hug. "Go home, it's alright, I can take care of the shop today! I'll send you the details on e-mail at the end of the day."

"Thank you, Monica! I owe you one, see you later, " I said and gave her a wave before heading out the door.

On my way back to the apartment, my stomach made a starving sound. It was a quarter past 8 and I still hadn't eaten breakfast. I swung by the groceries shop and picked up a pancake batter to make at home, something I thought both Harry and I would enjoy. When I got back to the apartment, I closed the door quietly, just in case Harry was still asleep. I didn't want to wake him up because I knew he liked to sleep in. So I started to mix in the pancake batter in the kitchen, turned on the radio on a low volume while humming along to the songs. I never followed the recipe on the boxes and always added a lot of my own ingredients, my special Taylor Swift pancakes as I always called them as a joke.

While I was frying the pancakes I saw a Harry coming out of the guestroom, only in his boxers, looking a little bit sleepy. "Good morning, beautiful," he said with his raspy morning voice.

Hearing those words again made my blush and felt my cheeks get redder and warmer. Looking down to hide it, I answered back. "Good morning, Harry." I handed him a plate full of pancakes with blueberries and syrup on the side. "Here. I made us breakfast."

He took it with a smile and started eating. "Oh my god, I have missed the special Taylor Swift pancakes," he said so happy in between his chews. "I have been eating shitty air plane food for the last 24 hours."

I smiled to his response as I watched him eat as I noticed he had gotten a lot more tattoos on his body. It reminded me of the time when he took me along to see him getting a tattoo back in college.

I heard a knock on my dorm room and seconds later Harry's head popped out of the door. "Hey Taylor," he said with a smirk, and then I noticed that he was up something.

"Hi, what do you want?" I asked as I saw him dressed in a jacket and beanie, looking like he was ready to go out.

"I'm going to get a tattoo," he smiling from ear to ear, waiting for my reaction.

I gave a weird look and then looked at my calendar on the wall. "Why do you want to get a tattoo at 6 PM on a Tuesday?"

"Why not? I am bored and have a space on my left arm I want to get filled," he said , pointing to his left upper arm.