i woke up before harry, he was sleeping next to me peacefully. god he's so perfect.
i grabbed my phone and started scrolling through instagram i had up to 3mil followers now. but i really don't pay any mind to it.
i've been on my phone for about two hours now and harry still hasn't woke up. i got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.
i went to my closet to find out what i wanna wear today. i chose light blue loose ripped jeans , with a white grill edge crop top and some birkenstock's.
i sat them on my dresser. and started to pick up my room a little bit. i folded harrys suit that he left on the ground along with the shirt and dress pants.
i also sat them on the dresser.
i organized my vanity, i cleaned out my totes, put my clothes in the washer, vacuumed my floor. now all i have to do is organize my closet cause it looks a mess.
i put pants with pants , shirts with shirts, mine and harrys sweaters with sweaters. you get the gig.
it's now like 3 in the afternoon and harrys still sleeping. i walked over to the bed and layed down i touched his face, and he moved in his sleep.
"bebe" i mumbled softly. and kissed his lips.
"bebe" i shook him a little gently. and his eyes fluttered open.
and he closed them again. i sighed grabbing his hands, noticing he now has a lot of rings.
he never fails to surprise me... ever
i intwined our fingers together and i felt him. squeeze mine lightly .
i looked at him and his eyes were open.
"you slept really long" i mumble kissing his hand . he nodded "what time is it" fuck his morning voice oh my gosh.
i let his hand go but he kept holding it so i left it be and grabbed my phone.
"3:31" he looked kinda annoyed.
he leaned up, fixing his hair. i ran my fingers over the tattoo on his v-line.
he looked at my hand then got up and went to the bathroom.
i stayed in bed laying on my side. looking at the door (ik).
i hope he's okay...
"i see you finally cleaned your room" he said with a straight face.
"yeah" i nodded. after a few minutes he came and layed back down.
"how come you slept so long" he looked down .
"sometimes i can't sleep at night, so i be in the studio for the remainder of the night. just getting stuff off my chest. this was the best sleep i've gotten in like two weeks" he mumbled the redness of his eyes went away mostly.
"i feel so bad. is their anything i can do to help" he nodded and i looked at him "what"
"no more breaks" he rolled his eyes and i nodded. "okay" i whispered biting my lip(ik).
i grabbed my phone to text my mom.
m- you here?
M-yeah , who's bags are those?
m-mine harry got them for me. but i don't wanna open them
M-why😂
m- how do you even know about emojis🤣 anyways it's because i don't need him buying me things
m-can we go somewhere today?
M- i don't know haylen. i'll think about it. i'm still not over the fact that this whole situation even happened and i know you know what i'm taking about.
m-i do
M- good cause i wasn't gonna explain myself. come downstairs and eat.
m-k😂
i got up walking to my dresser putting grey leggings on because i only had on a shirt. harry got up and putting on a shirt and i waited for him. we walked down together still now saying a word.
i sat at the table with my head in my arms (ik)harry walked over and hugged her and kissed the side of her head.
"good morning, well afternoon" he smiled at her. and she smiled back laughing.
"good afternoon. you hungry?"
"a lil bih ye" "haylen?" i shook my head no.
i feel sick.
i felt the seat next to me move which means harry sat down. he put his hand on my thigh, i pushed it off only for it to be put back. i rolled my eyes. getting up walking into the living room.
