You woke up as the sun shown through the glass doors on the balcony. You blinked your eyes in adjusting to the light and the blurry vision was cleared by a set of emerald eyes staring at you.
"Good morning love." He smiled at you.
"Morning." You groaned. "How long have you been watching me?" You laughed.
"A little over an hour." His confidence faded when he realized how that sounded. "I-I meant that-that I was-"
"Being a total sweetheart? Then yes?" You winked as he kissed you nose gently.
"Yeah, that's what I meant."
"Sure it is."
"What do you want to do for breakfast? I was thinking-"
"No pancakes." You both chuckled.
"I was thinking we could go out and have a nice morning?"
"Sounds perfect."
"Alright. Let's get up then." He hopped out from under the covers, still only in his boxers.
"Nice outfit. I say you go like that."
"If I could, I would. But you know the saying, 'No shirt, no shoes, no service."
"Yeah, darn rules."
"Just thrown on something casual. We can go to the diner down the road. They have the best eggs."
"Okay!" You both got yourselves ready both in sweats and UGGS. Apparently over there it was socially acceptable for boys to wear boots, opposed to America.
You strolled hand in hand to the diner as the crisp air nipped at your cheeks, leaving them a rosy shade.
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The Way Things Work
FanfictionA girl, Sam, is hired to be Harry's girlfriend for at least two years in order to save Harry from his terrible reputation. How long can she hold up with a self destructive past and no living relatives?
