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Cinnamon buns.

I slowly wake up, sliding my arm around to find Harry but finding absolutely nothing. I open my eyes and see white sheets and nothing else. Did he leave already? Why wouldn't he of woken me up? I could feel some weird sort of pains in my chest at the idea of him not saying bye when we wouldn't get to see each other for another week and a half.

I bring out my cellphone and open up my texts but the only one I have is from Logan.

Logan: Dang slut, where did you and Harry run off to last night??

Preston: my house have you seen him today?

Logan: Nah, I kinda wish I did though bc my house is hella boring can I come over?

Preston: no

Logan: wow ily too

I slowly bring the blankets off of my naked body and grab a long sleeved, oversized sweater and a fresh pair of underwear before walking to the bathroom. When I look into the mirror I see bruises along my neck. I touch them with my finger tips and feel butterflies swarm my belly. Since when was I all gushy about this stuff? I never got butterflies, Jesus.

I slipped on the underwear and sweater before brushing my teeth quickly and making my way out the rooms. First I check the kitchen thinking that maybe he decided to be cute and make breakfast, but nope. No Harry. He wasn't in the living room or the other bathroom either, he just wasn't here and I was slowly starting to think that he ditched me early in the morning without saying anything. I took in a deep breath trying not to jump to conclusions when I heard a key wiggling in the door, what the hell? I get behind the counter to hide the fact that I'm just in my underwear and suddenly I see a mess of brown curls come through my door along with a bag in his hands from my favourite breakfast place. Ok I'm in love.

I lean on the counter and smile at him as he notices I'm there. "I thought you left."

"You didn't get my note?"

"You left a note?" I asked.

He nodded and put the bag on the counter before getting closer to me and pulling my body to his. "I left it on your side table, maybe it fell."

I could smell a mix between coffee and cinnamon on him and it was absolutely delicious. "What did you get me?"

"Ah, right." He smirked and grabbed the bag to take things out. "I got us cinnamon buns and a few other things that I thought looked good."

"Too bad you left though, I kind of wanted to have morning sex but cinnamon buns are good too." I grabbed one from the box he pulled out and bit into it. It was one of my favourite things to get there, they were amazing.

"Wait, morning sex?"

"Mhm." I hummed. "Maybe once in the bedroom and then once out here. You could bend me over the counter an-"

The door flies open and Logan walks in with a weird look on his face before grabbing a cinnamon bun and shoving it into his mouth. "Um, rude? You could at least say hi you know."