| COMPLETE | THE SEQUEL 'Hate Me Tomorrow' IS OUT NOW | no translations |
"Tell me about when you do hate me." He insisted.
Our chests were inches apart and his nose was very close to mine. I was looking up at him as he still stood towering over me...
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I had woken up before Harry today, the sun woke me up through the window and I couldn't fall back to sleep.
I'd been up for about an hour. I organized my papers on the couch and scribbled down some ideas that popped in my head as I was arranging everything.
I'd also cleaned the piano. Harry basically used the top of it as storage so I organized that too.
I didn't have much else to do so I figured I'd make some coffee. I knew he liked his black so I made mine first with my cream and sugar. I knew he'd want his to be warm anyway.
As I was stirring my coffee I heard footsteps behind me. I assumed Harry was finally awake and probably heading to the bathroom.
But I was quickly corrected when I felt a warm presence behind me. His arms snaked around my waist and held tightly to my stomach as he rested his head on my shoulder.
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"Good morning, baby." He whispered before kissing my shoulder gently.
After my mini panic attack yesterday and then sleeping on my couch everything seemed to calm down.
Considering after a few hours of holding hands across the furniture I caved and crawled back in bed with him.
I figured I was over reacting, the change in my features wasn't as drastic as my brain made me believe. I looked normal.
I just have to keep reminding myself I don't look like some sick, skinny freak and I'll be fine...
My heart fluttered a bit at his touch and the sound of his groggy morning voice. I leaned my head back on his shoulder opposite from mine that he was still resting his chin on. I turned my head slightly to look at him.
"Morning." I said back with a big smile I couldn't help.
"Do you want some coffee? It's still warm." I asked him. He didn't say anything but he started pecking quick kisses on my shoulder and all the way up and down my neck.
