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Terrified | Morning

Terrified | Morning

harry's pov

Honestly, I couldn't have been mad at Layla for what she did. I now realize that she did it for us, and because she loves me. Now it was wrong for me to put my hands on her and I beat myself up for that because that is just not my personality. I was just so angry at the moment that I just wasn't thinking clearly. She's my precious angel and I couldn't hurt her if there was a gun pointed at my head. I love her so much to let her slip away from me.

In the morning I woke up to the sound and spell of food being cooked. June was now over and it was the middle of July on a Saturday. Layla was over at my place as usual, and I bet she's the one cooking in my kitchen right about now. As I made my way out of my bedroom and into the kitchen I saw her lovely figure in front of the stove, humming sweetly to herself as she cooked. She had nothing but my shirt and lace panties on her body while in her natural state of blissful beauty.

"Goodmorning my love," I greeted walking up behind her and kissing her cheek, and which she giggled adorably.

"Goodmorning Harry," she greeted back with a warm tone as she cracked the eggs into the pan. "I knew you were gonna wake up soon."

"How so?" I ask as my hands ran up the shirt a little bit to toy with the hems of her panties, and surprisingly she let me.

"I know my man likes to eat, and I know you don't play around when it comes to food," she replies adding a bit of seasoning.

I chuckled, she got me there, "You have never lied."

"Mmhh," she hummed, laughing a bit afterwards. "I get you Harry, when are you gonna realize that?"

"As soon as you let me take you out on a date tonight," I spoke effortlessly as I squeezed her hips.

She laughed, shaking her head, "Have I ever told you that you're the smoothest talker I have ever met?"

"Layla," I call her out.

"What?" She finally turned around to look at me, and once she realized that I was serious about my offer her playful demeanor disappeared. "Wait..are you being forreal?"

"Yes," I nod pulling her closer by the waist. "A real date, just you and me."

"I don't know Harry," she hesitated, why wasn't she just agreeing to go out with me?

"What do you mean?" I chuckle. "You like me, don't you?"

And that's when I saw that I got her choked up on my question, she had to like me, "Yeah but—,"

"Alright, it's settled," I say cutting her off. "We're leaving tonight and I'll met you at your place around eight this evening so we can leave."

She blinked a few times before nodding, her head going down, "Okay."

But I picked her chin up and kissed her lips softly, "I love you Layla."

She smiled at me a little bit, "I love you too Harry."

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