I wake up in Harry's arms, and my face buried in his chest. One of his legs is across my body, and I groan, then try to move his arms off of my body. He grunts, then lies on his back. I just then noticed all of the tattoos all over his body. I run my hand across his arm, trying to wake him up. "Harryyy." I drag my word out.
"Mmmm." He mutters, his eyes still closed. "Harry, wake up." I say, shaking him a little.
I realize I'm still tired, and I lie down on his shoulder, and play with his curls. He smiles, and turns his head to mine. "Good morning, beautiful." He says, kissing my nose. "Why am I here, Harry? I thought I fell asleep in the living room. And I never knew you had so many tattoos. " I say, siting up. He sits up after me, and the blanket falls off his body, showing his abs and tattoos. "Did we do anything last night?" I ask, looking around his spacious room. "No?" He says, raising an eyebrow. "Oh. I thought we did. If we did, you would've took something you could never get back."
"Your virgin?" He says, raising his eyebrows.
I press my lips together in a thin line, and he busts out laughing. "Your, what, 22 and still virgin? That's priceless!" He says, finally stopping laughing.
"Don't make fun of me for waiting until I'm married, which at this point seems like will never happen." I say, crossing my legs.
I lean back down on the pillow, and close my eyes.
About 5 minutes later, I break the silence since I think he left the room.
"I want a guy who will love me till the end." I mutter, and I hear harry respond in a sweet voice.
"I'll take the honor of being the lucky guy."
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Sorry guys, It'll have to go down in the next chapter. Sorry for the short update, I'm very busy! Thanks for understanding :)
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