"corbyn. get up." i repead for the third time, growing frustrated.
"5 more minutes!" my boyfriend mumbles from under the puffy duvet.
"no! we have an hour before we have to leave! and you take forever!" i groan.
i grab the edge of the duvet and tug lightly, watching as corbyn scrambles to grab it. i just let go, letting him pull it back over himself.
"you know what, fine. stay in bed." i say, crossing my arms.
with a smirk, i turn and walk to the bathroom, stopping in the doorway.
"i wanted you to shower with me but i guess i'll just do it by myself." i say sweetly, turning to look over my shoulder.
"no! i'm up, i'm up!" corbyn shouts, scrambling out of bed.
he had a bad case of bedhead.
i smirk and saunter into the bathroom, knowing i could use the same reason to get him out of bed whenever he refuses.
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FanfictionIt's one of my online besties birthday! (2/9) I made her a book full of imagines because she made me a book on my birthday too
