Blood Money - The Sequel

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I get home, a calmness washing over me. I walk through the hallway and past the living room.
"There you are" Haz says from the living room, getting up and walking out to me. "You weren't answering your phone"
"Sorry, my ringer must have been off" I say, turning to him.
Instantly his eyes lace with concern, his hands grab my cheeks, tilting my head up to look at him.
"You've been crying" he states.
"Went to see my mum" I say and he frowns.
"I would have gone with you, darling." He says.
"I needed to go alone" I shake my head and he nods understandingly, kissing my forehead.
"The guys and I are having a beer, wanna join?" He asks.
"Oh, I'm not in the mood to drink" I say and he raises his brow at me.
"Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" He laughs.
"Go hang out with the guys, I'm going to bed" I say.
"You sure? I can come sleep with you." He offers.
"No, I'll be fine." I smile.
"Alright, Night love" he says.
I walk to his bedroom, deciding his bed would be more comforting tonight. I change into his T-shirt and sweatpants, crawling into bed.
I hug the pillow into my side, slowly falling asleep.
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I hear a few clanks, waking me up. The door is cracked open, the light from the hallway illuminating the room.
"Ah fuck"
I look over, seeing Haz standing there shirtless. The clock next to him saying it's three in the morning.
"Haz what are you still up for?" I ask, turning on the lamp next to me.
"Sorry, I tried not to wake you up" he mutters as he pulls down his pants, stumbling over them as he attempts to kick them off.
Oh he's drunk drunk.
"It's okay" I say. "Need some help?"
I stand up, walking over to him. I laugh as I watch him frantically kick his foot, getting the last leg of his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers.
"I love youuuu" he sings, grabbing my hands and swinging our arms.
"I love you too, you drunk. come on" I say, pulling him over to the bed but he stops in his place.
"Come on, dance with me" he whines.
"Hazzy you need to sleep this off" I giggle.
"Just one dance" he says, holding up his finger to me.
"Only if you promise to dance with me when your sober" I say.
"Promise, sweetheart" he agrees instantly. I roll my eyes knowing he won't remember this promise, but oh well.
I dance with him, to no sound other than his light humming. He stumbles a few times, making me pity the poor drunken doofus.
"Lets get married" he says and my eyes widen.
"How much did you drink?" I ask.
"A lot, but that's beside the point" he shakes his head.
"Alright time for bed" I say, dragging him over to the bed and laying down. He lays down beside me and I brush my fingers through his hair.
"I want to marry you" he says.
"Then ask me when you're sober" I say. "Goodnight Hazzy."
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"Oh nooo" Haz groans tiredly, pulling his pillow over his face. "Why did I drink so much last night"
"Got you Advil, baby" I say.
He removes the pillow from his face, and I kiss his forehead.
"Here" I hand him the pills and the water bottle. He sits up slightly, taking the pills and downing the water.
"Feel gross, need cuddles" he mumbles, pulling me down on to his bare chest. I relax on him, running my fingers through his hair to soothe him. I missed mornings like this, even if he is hung over.
There's a knock on Haz's door and he groans at the noise. It opens and Tom walks in laughing.
"Mate you got so shit faced last night- what? Get outta here" Tom frowns when he sees me.
"Be quiet, you're going to hurt his head" I say softly, petting Haz's hair once more.
"Are you kidding?" Tom laughs.
"No. Go away." I say.
"We have to work." He says.
"No. You got Haz drunk, he can have one day off" I say.
"Baby I'm fine" Haz says.
"Don't you start." I warn and his eyes widen at me, then shrugs at Tom.
"Go." I say. "Leave him alone."
"Jesus christ.. I liked when you weren't here" he laughs. "Fine. One day."
Tom leaves the room and I smile proudly.
"You're welcome" I say.
"He's going to be a grouch now" Haz says.
"Well then I guess we'll just have to stay in here and cuddle all day" I rest my head in the crook of his neck.
"Or.." he flips me on to the bed. "We could do a little more than cuddle.."
his lips kiss my jaw, and his hand reaches under my shirt. I quickly grab his hand, moving it away and sitting up.
"Are you okay?" He asks.
"I- I'm sorry" I shake my head.
"Don't be sorry love" he shakes his head. "I just want to make sure you're okay.."
"I'm okay" I nod. "I just.. can we just spend the day together?"
"Course" he says, pulling me into him and kissing my head. "You know I never want to make you do something you don't want to do, right?"
"I know that, Hazzy." I smile.
I can't let him see my stomach.. not yet. The slight bump may barely be noticeable but if it is, that's going to blow the whole thing. I need to tell him. Soon.
"Were going to order food and watch love island all day" he says.
He grabs the remote, turning on his TV and putting on our show. I snuggle into his side, letting myself relax. His fingers glide up and down my arm comfortingly, his lips pressing to my forehead randomly through out watching our show. He never fails to make me feel like the most special girl in the world.
I look up at him, and he looks down at me.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" I ask.
"Well.. not much. Why? Did I do something?" He asks nervously.
"It's nothing" I shake my head.
"Wait what did I do?" He asks. "Was it something bad?"
"No, nothing bad." I say.
"Then why won't you tell me?" He asks and I laugh.
"Because it'll be awkward" I say, trying to turn my attention back to our show but he puts his finger under my chin, pulling me back to look into his eyes.
"Please" he says, puppy dog eyes and all.
"You sure?" I ask.
"Positive" he nods.
"You asked me to marry you" I say with a light laugh.
"Did I really!" He laughs.
"Yep.."
"Soon enough darling, drunk Harrison likes to rush things" he teases.