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your eyes flutter open as soft rays of sunlight filter through the blinds you forgot to close last night.
you groan, reluctant to face the day—until you turn your head and catch sight of a familiar tousled mess of curls on the pillow beside you.
your heart skips, the sight of him stirring up last night's memories in vivid detail, and you feel a wave of disbelief.
how did things shift so quickly?
from barely acknowledging one another to waking up with harry beside you, his breath steady, his face peaceful, and so close you could reach out and—
you don't resist.
you can't help yourself, not after everything that's happened. you reach out and poke his cheek, watching as he frowns, swats your hand away, and mumbles something incomprehensible under his breath.
a grin spreads across your face.
"morning, sleepyhead," you whisper, voice barely above a murmur.
he peeks one eye open, and his face transforms into that dimpled smile that makes your stomach flip.
"mornin', love," he says, his voice raspy and warm, rough with sleep.
the sound of it sends a shiver down your spine, and instinctively, you move closer, craving the warmth and familiarity of his presence. harry shifts, an arm curling around your waist, and pulls you in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.
you melt into him, letting the world beyond your bedroom vanish in the haze of his touch.
you pull back slightly, grinning as you push a stray curl away from his face.
"i can't believe you're actually here," you murmur. "feels a bit like a dream, if i'm honest."
"could say the same about you," he replies, brushing a thumb over your cheek. "didn't think this'd be how i'd spend my sunday morning, but i'm not complainin'."
you laugh softly, resting your forehead against his.
"i guess we've got the day then? last bit of fall break to make the most of."
he gives a little nod, his eyes still heavy with sleep but glinting with something eager.
"right. so what's on the agenda for today, hmm?"
you think for a moment, considering everything and nothing, just feeling the lightness that fills you with him here, relaxed and at ease.
"how about we start with breakfast?" you suggest. "pancakes, eggs, the works."
harry's smile widens, and he lets out a chuckle.
"can't argue with that. but only if i get to help. got a few tricks up my sleeve."
