Not because I don't want to live or anything depressing. I just hate that fact that when I wake up I get to spend about 15 minutes with Harry, then he has to leave to go back to his apartment, get ready, then go to work. I also hate it because I won't see him again until days later.
"You got a nice bed." Harry compliments to me.
"Thank you." I say. His thumb gently strokes my forearm. I feel his lips kiss the back of my head making a small smile go on my mouth.
"What time is it?" I sit up a bit and see it's 8.
"8." I tell him. He sighs and my teeth bite my lower lip.
I feel his body detach from mine and he hovers over me. His lips kiss mine and his fingers stroke my hair back.
"I gotta get going now."
"I know." I murmur.
"Please don't look sad."
"I'm not sad." I say.
"You look sad May."
"I'm sorry." I mutter.
"We can cuddle for 5 more minutes okay?" I nod. We resume how we were a few minutes ago. My head rests on his chest and his fingers lace through my hair.
"We're still on for Thursday right?" I ask. Today's Monday.
"Yep." He holds me tighter. "If anything changes I'll let you know." I nod against him.
The five minutes ends quicker than I wanted it too.
Harry kisses me twice and I force a smile. "I'll text you later, yeah?" I nod. "I love you."
"I love you more." I say. I lean up and kiss him again before he leaves my bed.
***
Harry: hello
Me: hello
Harry: how's your day?
Me: boring
Me: I don't like having days off really
Harry: that's sad to hear
Me: wbu
Harry: just on my lunch break
Me: Hm fancy
Harry: yes very haha
Me:
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