𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢- 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎

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Juliet

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After Harry and I cleaned up and put comfy clothes on we settled back into bed

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After Harry and I cleaned up and put comfy clothes on we settled back into bed. We were both exhausted but every time I looked at Harry he was a smiling mess.

His cheeks stayed pink and he was giggling at everything.

He curled up on my chest with his arms wrapped around my waist and his head against my neck. Our legs were wrapped up in each others as I ran my fingers through his hair.

He insisted I wear one of his t-shirts, so I did. He had also braided my hair for me while I brushed my teeth.

Which was honestly the cutest thing ever and I was a smiling mess myself over it.

I woke up this morning to Harry peppering soft kisses across my jaw. "Morning, baby" his deep sleepy voice echoed.

I groaned slightly before rolling over away from him and burying my face into a pillow. "I don't wanna get up."

I heard Harry giggle slightly behind me at my muffled voice before his chest was leaning over my back. He kissed my neck softly before resting the side of his face against mine.

"Sore?" He asked, a sense of pride in his voice.

"Shush it superstar." I said back my voice still slightly muffled.

"How're you this morning?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist to roll me on to my back so he could look at me.

He then pulled me to lay on his chest before wrapping his arms around me. I couldn't help smiling against him as I talked.

 I couldn't help smiling against him as I talked

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"I'm really good, slept pretty well. How about you?" I said quietly, I meant it.

He did really tire me out so I slept like a rock but I also felt really happy this morning. Things were calm today and everything felt a lot lighter.

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