P.S. I Hate You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 28

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- Harry -

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She was cuddled towards my chest, my arm wrapped around her as I quietly reached for the lights to turn them off.

As I did, I sighed, concentratedly looking at her.

"You're special. Don't ever think other wise." I whispered, my fingers gently brushing her cheek as I smiled.

I yawned, deciding on getting some shut eye too.

Man, was I tired though.

I literally stayed up for two hours waiting for Blue to get the door, and here I am, in her bed, cuddling.

I felt, that I did all of that for nothing though.

I ended up falling asleep as well, Blue's warmth being nothing but a help to me right now.

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* NEXT MORNING *

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- Blue -

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"Babe." Someone was humming in my ear as my eyes fluttered open.

"Mmm, it's too early. I can feel it." I whispered into his chest as I feel him lowly chuckle.

"Merry Christmas..Eve." He added, my eyes shooting open.

"Oh shit, I almost forgot! Wow. Merry Christmas." I chuckled, smiling.

"Merry Christmas it is." He agreed, climbing on top of me but not really putting all his entire weight on me.

I giggled, shaking my head. "What the hell are you doing, get off!"

He smirked, playfully thrusting me and kissing my neck as I gasped, laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh my god stop, stop!" My eyes squeezed closed, helplessly.

"What the.." I hear Hannah groggily say, looking at the both of us in our awkward position.

"No it's not what it looks like! He was just kidding."

"Okay.. Yeah. Merry Christmas, guys." She nods slowly.

We both chuckled as she dragged herself towards the kitchen.

"Well, that was smooth." I hissed, hitting him in the stomach as he was still on top of me.

"Very.'' He winked, smirking.

"You're so fucking cheeky sometimes, you know."

"I know." He grinned, reversing the position as he lifted me and let me sit on top of him.

I yawned, simply tying my hair up into a messy bun.

"You look really cute in the morning you know? I miss seeing you like this five mornings every week."

Blushing, I chuckled.

Back in high school, every morning we'd find a way to mess with each other to wake each other up.

Yeah, I miss those days, a lot.

"Let's see, what we have for today shall we?" He sighed, taking out his phone as I tiredly lied on top of the boy, my head rested on his chest.

His arms were wound around me as his fingers slid across his phone for both of us to see, me smiling as he kissed the top of my head.

And that's when I felt him lick my head.