"we're all killers. we've all killed parts of ourselves to survive. we've all got blood on our hands, something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive."
saige used to think the worst thing that could happen was the football captain not liking...
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Harry's POV
I woke up to an empty and cold bed. I assumed that Saige had gone back to her apartment to wash up and start her day.
I started to get up when a loud bang filled the room. "Ow! Oh, shit!"
I sat up, seeing Saige hopping around on one foot, a pan lying on the floor. She was only wearing my shirt, reaching mid-thigh on her, her hair pulled back into a messy bun. She was absolutely breathtaking. I got up, pulling on my boxers before going to see what the hell she was doing. She now sat on the floor, clutching her toe between her fingers.
"You alright, love?"
She jumped, shocked at my presence before groaning and standing up. "I was going to surprise you and make breakfast, but I bumped the freaking pan off the stove and it fell on my toe!"
I let out a laugh as I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around her. "You're so silly, I love you."
She smiled, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. "Love you too, H."
She pulled back, a frown pulling at her lips as her fingers hovered over my jaw, where I assumed a purple bruise had blossomed. "I'm sorry I punched you."
"It's perfectly fine, love."
She let me go, going over to find her pants, where she pulled a knife from it, holding it out to me. "Here, this is yours."
I shook my head, pushing it back towards her. "You keep it."
She smiled, kissing me again. "I can't quit you."
I smiled against her lips, squeezing her hipbones. "I don't want you to."
She ran her fingers through my hair and smiled. "I like it shorter."
I smiled and kissed her again, absolutely addicted to the feeling of her lips. "There's so much we need to finish talking about."
"Over dinner tonight?"
She smirked. "I like the sound of that, Styles."
A knock on the door pulled us apart. Saige started getting dressed as I opened the door. Asher stood there, his hands on his hips, breathing heavily.
"Finally," he sighed. "I've been knocking on everyone's door for an hour."
Saige peered around, pulling her jeans on. "What's wrong?"
Asher looked between us before sighing again. "The queen was looking for you, she's not too happy."
She scoffed, putting on her shoes before coming over to me. "I'll go see what she wants. I'll see you later."
She kissed my lips, lingering. I kissed her back and smiled.
"You two are gross, c'mon." Asher groaned as we both laughed.
