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I woke up a total of five times last night, hoping that maybe Harry had climbed into bed with me. The feeling I got when he kissed my jaw so was overwhelming and I didn't know what to do. I hope I didn't hurt his feelings.

I rub my eyes harshly, colorful spots scattering under my eyelids. I sit up, still feeling dead inside from waking up too early, and roll over to see Harry lying on the floor with his phone in his hands. He looks up and smiles sweetly. "Did you sleep well?" He questions, his eyes swimming with wonder.

"Yeah," I lie and yawn, swinging my feet off of my bed. "I'm surprised you didn't dissapear." I smack my lips and step over him to go into my closet.

"I told you I wouldn't." He reminds me. I pull out a sweater that is way too big for me and some jeans. I turn to him. "I want to apologize."

My brows pull together. "Why?" I hug my clothes to my chest in curiosity.

"For my actions last night. It was very improper." He gives me a 'please-forgive-me' look. I can't help but cave at his smile.

"I don't remember anything from last night, haha." I fib, scratching the back of my neck. "I was super tired."

"Oh." He blandly says and nods. "Ok, good."

I nod slowly. "Ok." I jab my thumb towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna change, lock the door behind me just in case my Dad comes upstairs."

"Your Dad left." He informs me and sits up, leaning his bare back against my side table.

"Why? Where?" I ask, confused.

Harry shrugs and puts his phone down. He stands up and stretches his back. "He said he was going home. But you wouldn't wake up, so he left."

"Wow, um. Ok." I grind my teeth together. "That's cool. I'm getting changed." I say stiffly and stride to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. He went back home to that bitch without even saying goodbye. Not even a text or a phone call. It's not like he was welcome here anyway.

I shoot him a quick text.

Me: thanks for saying goodbye.

I turn my phone onto sleep mode and return to what I was doing.

I quickly get changed and head into my room to get a hair tie and see that Harry was missing again. I frown and walk downstiars as the smell of fresh bacon hits me in the face. Maybe Dad hadn't left after all.

Once I turn towards the kitchen, I see Harry's bare back with a pair of my pink sweatpants on that say 'love' on the back. He's standing over the stove, pushing around pieces of bacon in a pan.

"Nice pants." I laugh and walk up to him, watching as he cooks.

"Thanks. They're new." He winks and dumps the bacon onto a paper towel covered plate.

"Where'd you get the food?" I question and snatch a hot piece of bacon from the plate.

"Seems that your dad stocked the fridge." Harry smiles and leans down to take a bite of my bacon.

I swat him away. "Eat your own!" I grin and hold the bacon away from him. He places his hands on his hips and sighs.

"I cooked it. So it's mine," he counters as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He runs around the house, carrying me. "My bacon!" He shouts and takes it from me. I squeal and punch his back playfully. I swing my legs.

"Put me down!" I yell and laugh at the same time.

"Never!" He shouts back, chuckling.

A knock on the door stops the moment. "Let me down," I beg, out of breath. He obliges and sets me onto the floor. He follows me to the door and stands by the wall.

I open the door to reveal Drew standing on my porch. My expression drops. "What?" I groan.

He looks at me with a weak smile. "I brought you your favorite movie," he pulls out a disc of the movie 'The Princess Protection Program'. "I brought it as an apology and thought maybe we could watch it tonight?"

Harry clears his throat and leans his tall body against the door frame. He crosses his arms across his chest. "She's busy tonight." Harry states and glares at him.

I crane my neck up towards him. "I am?" I ask, curious of his intentions.

"Mhm." He nods with his lips pursed. He focuses back on Drew. "Ya know. Just a celebration party. For releasing my album." Harry points out, his eyes shooting daggers towards him. I told Harry what he had done the other night and he seemed overly... jealous? Or protective? I couldn't tell.

Drew squints his eyes at him and looks back at me. "Here." He places the DVD in my hands. "Maybe another time when you're not," he shoots his eyes at Harry. "Being controlled."

Harry huffs and turns away, heading back into the kitchen. I dip my head towards Drew. "Thank you." I whisper. "We'll talk later."

A smile creeps onto his lips and he nods. "See you around."

I walk back inside and see Harry sitting at the island, chewing a piece of bacon. "What was that?" I laugh slightly and lean against him, rubbing my hands through his hair.

"I don't forgive easily." Harry responds and looks down at me. "You're short." He changes the subject. "I'm sitting down and I'm still taller than you." He smirks.

"You're sitting on a stool." I point out. "Not a chair. That's why the height difference is fucked."

"Sure, sure." He says slyly and pats my head. I raise a brow at him.

"At least I don't have to duck every time I go through a doorway." I reply, arching my brow with a slight grin. He chuckles and pushes back his hair. It falls into place without another touch.

"That doesn't happen." He shakes his head.

"Mkay, whatever you say, Bigfoot." I retort and shove him slightly. He beams, his smile automatically makes me forget what we were talking about. "I didn't know we were doing something tonight. Actually, I didn't know I was doing something tonight. I usually lay in bed and play Sims on my laptop."

"Well, you're officially invited out for drinks with AJ and me." Harry bows and smirks.

"No, I think I'll stay home." I inform him and hop over the back of the couch, settling into the cushions.

"Why not?" His voice echoes from the kitchen.

"I don't drink." I plainly say and watch my toes wiggle. He scoots my legs over so he can sit down. He then takes my legs and puts them over his lap.

"You don't have to drink," Harry points out, rubbing my legs. "I won't if you don't." He smiles and shoots me a promising look.

"If I go. And I'm saying if. I don't want to ruin the occasion. You can drink. I'll be the designated driver." I say calmly.

Harry grins. "You're like the pregnant lady that friends take to clubs on purpose because they know she's not allowed to drink. The pregnant lady is always the driver." He pokes me.

"Theres one difference."

"What's that?" He winks with a smirk.

"I'm not pregnant." I slap his arm.