Woman lalalalalal wo-would you read this book?
LOL I LOVE PUNS
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"Round four?" Harry pants, as I lay beside him.
I look towards his direction and I give him a look. We just had a rough night. Harry and I had a fight blah blah blah, then angry sex. You know... the usual.
"Harry, I can barely feel my legs," I breath out a laugh as I attempt to get out of our bed, but my legs gave in and I fell.
"Well fuck," I laugh, on the ground. Harry laughs from the other side of the bed and helps me up.
"Up we go," He grunts as he lifts me up from the floor. We both immediately knew that we have to call in sick tomorrow. It was worth it.
Harry places me in the bathtub and starts the water. The cool water hits my feet and I shiver, "coffee?" I look up at him with a smile. He simply rolls his eyes and leaves to make me some coffee along with some tea for himself.
I close my eyes and wait until the water fills the tub. Also for Harry to add in a bath bomb. This routine happens, pretty often. Then we end up sleeping at one thirty a.m. or later.
"Here's your coffee love," He hands me my coffee and I inhale its comforting smell. Then I begin to feel Harry tug on my hair, making a bun.
"Thanks, baby," I sleepily smile as I sip on my cup.
That night Harry and I laid across from each other in silence, sipping our tea and coffee. We are so comfortable with each other this way. Harry makes me feel like I'm some kind of princess in his little kingdom. Ironically we met at a mattress store. My father owns a mattress company and Harry decided that he wanted a waterbed.
Months later, Harry came back telling me that his water bed burst. I told him I'd send someone, but since he's some kind of pop star he sent me over, "remember when you had a waterbed?" I whisper. Harry turns his back to face me and I stay on my back.
"Shut up. I miss that bed," he frowns at me. I chuckle and run my fingers through his hair. His soft, chocolatey locks. He closes his eyes and appreciates my touch. I always loved his hair, it reminded me of the chocolate river in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
As of now, it's one ten in the morning. We are literally in the bound of passing out, "your hair reminds me of what our future kid's hair will look like," he smiles at me and I softly giggle.
"Awe! You're thinking about kids already?" I lazily smile and reach out for his hand. I expected him to squeeze my hand, but he was already fast asleep.
"All my favorite conversations always made in a.m. and we don't what we're saying. We're just swimming around in our glasses, talking out of asses. Like we're all gonna make it," I softly sing to him as I play with a little piece of hair that falls gracefully onto his forehead.
I know you guys probably didn't get the mattress part or how it was ironic, but if you watched "friends" you would get it. Love all of you! Watch Season 3 Episode 7.
