“Harry how did you even afford this?” I pondered, walking around OUR new flat.
Yeah that’s right Harry bought a flat for us to share, just us. AND ITS ALL OURS!
“Surprise” he beamed.
I ran into his arms, hugging him tightly around the chest.
“Thank you so much Hazzy” I squeezed tighter.
“You like it, right?” he asked.
“Of course, are you kidding?”
“Ooh, let me show you the bedroom, I got furniture in already” his raspy voice told me.
I followed him to the bedroom.
“PILLOWS!” I screamed.
I ran towards the bed, jumping into the air and landing on the fluffiness of the bed amongst all the pillows.
“Harry we have to test this bed out soon” I thought out loud.
“Mmm, I was thinking exactly that”
He crawled on next to me, resting his head on one of my outstretched arms.
“I love you” I spoke stroking the back of my finger against his cheek.
He smiled, his dimple popping into his cheek.
“I love you too Boo” he smiled.
He had started calling me Boo bear after we had visited my mum, her nickname for me had stuck with Harry and now he was addressing me as his Boobear. Not that I minded or anything.
“The tv should be here today some time” he spoke out of the blue.
“Yay” I grinned at my boyfriend.
We both stayed on the bed though, staring at each other lovingly and occasionally kissing. Whispering sweet things to each other, both in our little world we created.
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“Do you still think the tv is going to be delivered today?” I pondered, hugging him from behind.
His height made me feel like a small child compared to Harry’s larger features, his hands, feet, height, they all made me feel tiny, especially when we held up our hands together.
“I’ll call the people up” he spoke.
He kissed my forehead before wandering off to find his phone.
Minutes later he came out, a frown plastered on his face.
“It’s being delivered tomorrow” he grumbled.
“Nooo” I whined, pouting at him.
“We could watch a movie on our laptop?” he suggested.
“Sure”
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We were bundled up in the duvet, sitting on our bed, we were currently arguing about movie choice.
“Scary” I protested.
“Romantic” he pouted.
We continued bickering until Harry finally gave in, only agreeing if I hugged him. I was absolutely fine with that.
“The Conjuring?” he whimpered as he spotted the name.
I squeezed him tight, kissing the top of his head. I felt him flinch as the first scene came on, a doll, they were telling a story of it, the dolls face was no beauty, it looked like a pure horror doll, Harry was going to be terrified.
