♡ | T H E : A R C H E T Y P E S | ♡ CHAPTER 8

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'Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn 

It was like, James Dean, for sure 

You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer 

You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop 

But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know 

That love is mean, and love hurts.'

I woke up in Harry's arms feeling content.  

I looked over at the alarm clock on my bed-side table and it read 10:30.

Shit, I have a business meeting at 11!

I jumped out of bed and I heard Harry groan and pull me back.  

"Harry, I'm late! I have to get ready!"I shouted frantically.  

"No, stay with me."Harry mumbled still asleep.  

"I can't this is my job." I explained and hopped out.

After cleansing myself, I slipped on an outfit and grabbed my things.  

Before leaving, I went to check on Harry.  

He was now awake and he had an unimpressed look on his face.

"Why must you always defy me?" Harry questioned.  

I smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.  

I smoothed his hair out of his face and gazed at him.  

He was so beautiful.

"I wish I could stay but, my boss would claim my ass if I didn't show up." I explained.  

Harry looked offended at my comment.  

"No one can claim you, but me. You're all mine, Marina." Harry said in a serious tone.  

I nodded and kissed him.

After seeing how adorable he looked in bed, I contemplated staying and forgetting about the meeting but, I had to rationalize the situation.

I got up to leave when Harry clutched onto my hand.  

He kissed it tenderly and looked at 

me.  

"I'll be missing you." He spoke dearly.  

I blushed and kissed his hand.  

"I love you, Harry."  

" And I you."

The meeting seemed to drag on and my thoughts always drifted back to Harry.  

Maybe, I should've just stayed with him.  

I heard the mention of Las Vegas, brought my attention back to the meeting.  

My manager explained that I'd be performing at The Cosmopolitan in Las Vegas and that I'd have 3 extra days for myself.

I was ecstatic!  

But, I wondered if Harry would approve.  

What if I drag him along!?  

Oh my god! This is perfect.  

After, asking my manager if I could bring anyone.  

He agreed and I was so thankful.  

I wish Lana could come, but she was 

leaving for New York the day of.

I ran through the flat and was more than exicted to tell Harry the good news.

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