Diana [h.s.]

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"hey d," harry gave a short smile to the girl that walked into the apartment.

she threw her purse across the room and took her black heels off. almost every weekend was the same. parties, parties, parties.

"how was it?" harry tried to get the attention of her again.

she responded while unzipping her dress. "fun like always. sorry I'm late haz."

he looked at the clock on the night stand and sighed. he didn't realize it was that late. 2:18 wasn't the latest she's been at least, he thought.

diana undid her bun that she spent almost an hour trying to perfect earlier. her vibrant red hair cascaded down her back delicately. harry's old t-shirts were always her pajamas. his royal blue rolling stones tee reached her knees. once she got in bed, she allowed harry to wrap his arms around her.