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054. Or Summat - Sequel to Important or Summat
Dawn hasn’t even
broken when you hear your name. It’s soft, and thick, and there’s a gentle
sweeping sensation over your forehead. Your face scrunches against it and you
shrink away from the bothersome, tickling sensation.
“Love,” the gravelly
voice pipes up, a little firmer but also pleading. “Don’t yeh wanna say hello?”
Say hello to whom?
You open your eyes and
blink. Everything is cloaked in darkness but the sky is lightening through the
window, turning from a pitch black to a gradient of indigo and blues.
It’s barely enough for
you to make out the green eyes, stubble-lined pink mouth, and beanie-covered
curls of your boyfriend.
“Harry?” you croak,
blinking furiously to clear sleep from your eyes.
“Someone else you’re
His answer is cheeky
but you’re too vulnerable to care.
“Harry!” you gasp. “Oh,
He’s laughing at you
with sleepy eyes as you fling covers back and scramble onto your knees and throw
your arms around his neck. Two long arms wind around you and you grunt as they
squeeze you into a bear hug, your lungs feeling curiously more pressed than
they would ordinarily, trapped in muscular arms against a chest that is broader
and firmer than you remember.