brooke
brooke was face-timing harry three hours before they landed.
she was wrapped in a blue fleece blanket, and still had her hair in that messy bun with no make-up on.
brooke yawned and tried to cover her mouth without moving her hands, "i'm tired."
harry nodded in agreement, "m'too, but you're cute when you're sleepy."
brooke shook her head with a blush rising upon her cheeks, "and it's cute when you add the 'm' in front of your words instead of saying 'i'm'."
harry pouted his lips, "don't make fun of the way i talk!"
brooke giggled, "m'not m'calling it cute."
"hey!" harry gasped.
"m'sorry," she giggled childishly, her dimple prominent on her cheek.
harry
harry smiled happily at the screen, because of the girl who was thousands of miles away.
an: short chapter again sorry ill make some of them longer dont worry
