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thirty eight

i need help after that last chapter anyway

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HANA

For once, I have the pleasure of waking up peacefully. It feels like I've slept for three days straight, and I almost fall right back to sleep, but I force myself to at least sit up and stretch. I immediately notice that Harry isn't here and my ass is incredibly sore, which is expected after last night.

Fuck, last night.

That was almost definitely the best sex we've ever had, and I bite my lip sharply at the thought. I push my shoulders back in a gratifying stretch, yawning tiredly before regretfully forcing myself out of bed. My legs instantly feel like they're going to give out beneath me as my feet hit the wooden floor.

Harry must've wrapped me in his big, fluffy brown jumper sometime last night, that and a pair of pants being the only thing I'm wearing currently. I frown, rolling my ankles and shaking my legs in an attempt to rejuvenate some of the feeling in my sore muscles, and glance around the tidy room. On my way to the bathroom, I spot a note on Harry's nightstand, and I smile softly as I read it.

'Hi, Cherrybaby,

Just in case you wake up before I'm home, I'm going for a run.

Don't worry, I'm going to the store too and I'll be sure to get you some ice cream. You deserve it, Han.

I'll be home around ten, I love you.

- Harry ♡︎'

Suddenly, I remember how Anne had walked in on us last night, and I groan in embarrassment, slapping a hand to my forehead. Although she hadn't actually seen anything, she obviously knew something was going on, and Harry was practically crying with the effort of not whining or giving in to all the pleasure.

Luckily, that reminds me of the shorts he'd mistakenly kicked over the railing, and I rush to the doors, swinging them open and grabbing the rail as I peer over the edge to see his shorts still floating in the pool. Shit, he forgot. Of course he did.

Not really wanting to have to explain why his shorts are in the pool, I quickly pull on a pair of shorts and run downstairs - try to run downstairs, at least. A painful ache radiates throughout my body the moment I begin to jog, no doubt a side effect of last night. So, I walk downstairs, hoping Anne and Robin would still be asleep, and it appears as if I'm in luck.

I grab the plastic net I presume is typically used for fishing bugs out of the water and hooked the end onto the soaked fabric, trying my best not to tumble into the water as I struggle to catch it. Eventually, I manage to get a good grip, tugging it towards me and sighing in relief when I can finally grab it, water dripping from it and soaking my feet and the concrete below them.

"Hana!" Anne calls, making her way towards the door as I shove the shorts behind my back, instantly nodding, "are you okay? Harry said you... tripped or something last night."

"Yeah, I just wasn't really looking where I was going. Caught my foot on the table leg," I lie, hoping it's believable because the real reason was something she certainly does not need to know.

"Alright, don't worry, I do that all the time," she laughs, and I chuckle nervously, trying to edge around her. It wouldn't be the end of the world at all if she did see, but I'm not sure I could come up with a good enough lie in that short amount of time. "Do you know where Harry is?"

"He went for a run, he should be back in an hour," I inform her, smiling awkwardly again before bolting back into the house, trying to ignore the pain in my legs as I run as fast as I can manage. Thankfully, I reach our bathroom in less than twenty seconds and chuck the dripping shorts into the sink, gripping the counter harshly. I realise in a slight panic that our flight is in only thirteen hours and we haven't packed a thing.