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'I suppose I should probably head home,' I sigh around 2am.

'Nahh don't be silly, stay here!' Harry says excitedly, pushing his blanket from his lap and beginning to stand. 'You can have my bed, I will sleep on the floor,' he says as he grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet.

'I am not going to make you sleep on the floor whilst I take your bed' I laugh, as I follow Harry towards the stairs. 'I am sure we are adult enough to share a bed.'

Harry gives me a large t-shirt of his to put on, and I change in the bathroom. I borrow Harrys toothbrush, but I don't tell him that. We all know how Harry is with these things.

When I open the bedroom door, I find that the lights are off except from the fairy lights behind his bed. It feels like I have somehow ended up in a fairy tale, and I was only gone a few minutes.

Harry is already sat up in bed, his top half bare. I slip in next to him, thanking him again for a great evening before laying down and putting my phone on his bedside table.

'Give it here' Harry says, holding his hand out expectantly. I give him my phone and he puts it on charge before laying down, rolling onto his side to face me so I do the same.

Suddenly it is nearing 4am and we just don't seem to have stopped talking. Discussing our pasts and our dreams, laughing about stupid things we have done, the occasional miniature play fight thrown into the mix. I feel my eyes getting heavy, so I stop talking and just listen to Harry. I don't think I could ever get sick of the sound of his voice.

***

When I next open my eyes Harry is silent, my head hurts and I am far too hot. It takes a few moments for me to remember where I am, and to register that the heat source is Harry who, in the night, appears to have moved closed and wrapped his arm loosely around my waist.

I gently move Harrys arm so that I can slip from the bed, and head downstairs towards the kitchen. They must have some sort of painkillers in the flat.

I find some paracetamol and check the time on the hob. 9am. Jesus, I have only slept for maximum 5 hours. No wonder I have a headache.

I make myself a coffee before heading back upstairs. I grab my phone from Harrys bedside table and slip back in beside him, sitting up to drink my coffee and send a few emails. The main one being to let my staff know that I wouldn't be in at all today. They don't expect me too, but I like to let them know when I am having a day off.

I wait until 10am before opening the deliveroo app and ordering a small breakfast feast, putting Harrys address in as the delivery address. I slip back out of bed, hunt silently through Harrys wardrobe and then patter down the hallway to the bathroom.

The heat of the shower pounding down on me feels glorious, rinsing away any tiredness that was remaining. I towel dry my hair before chucking it up in a messy bun, dress myself in the 'borrowed' clothes I took from the wardrobe, then head downstairs to wait for the food.

A/N - I am so sorry that I have been so quiet. Life has been crazy and I just didn't have to mojo to write, but it's back! I have several chapters written and ready to go, with more being written as we speak 🥰😘

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