wanna be yours /h.s/

f o r t y f o u r

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I think so,

yeah.

-H

"I don't like you texting that girl," Annie purrs, pouting.

"I'm sorry," Harry frowns, placing his phone onto his bedside table, eyes widening when he hears s creek in the floorboard, thinking it's his dad - thankfully it isn't.

"Stop texting her," Annie says sweetly, she then leans in, "I love you."

Harry's breath hitches, but he nod quickly - it's only texting, he's sure 'A' won't mind.

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