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WRITING THIS BASED OFF OF HOW SHIT MY DAY WAS
Going to the gym was great way to start your day, so you thought. The gym is normally the one place you’re completely yourself and can release all tension and anger. However, today wasn’t that way for you. You got there and were supposed to be doing sumo squat pulses and managed to fall on your ass in front of your trainer and the person who will be taking her place in a few weeks.
After you humiliated yourself at the gym, all you wanted to do was curl up and take a nap, so that was exactly what you did. After your nap you decided to shower and pull yourself together before your one class of the day. After your shower you pulled on a pair of Lulu Lemon leggings with Harry’s Rolling Stones tee shirt and one of his old TMH era flannels. You chucked on your favorite beat up pair of converse and set out to class. Just as class was about finished your professor handed out previous midterm exams. Expecting a low grade, maybe a 70%, you were surprised when you got a 32%. You let out a loud sigh, noticeably upset; your friend Karley gave you her bag of jelly beans in the hopes of cheering you up. Everything works temporarily and thats what those did for you. You hopped on the bus and headed home.
Once you made it home, you realized that there were chores to be done. Between laundry and dishes there was no time to take a break. You did the chores slowly, listening to music and waiting for your boyfriend of 9 months to get home! He wasn’t set to be home until around 6:30 due to the fact that he was at the studio working on his new album. Knowing Harry, he would want a home cooked meal when he returned from his busy day so you set out to the grocery store to pick up chicken breasts, quinoa, and kale to make a semi-healthy dinner. When you returned home it was about 6 meaning that it was time to start cooking. You grilled the chicken breasts in a balsamic reduction, cooked the quinoa and made a kale salad. As you were plating, Harry walks in the door whistling a tone you recognized as Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac.
“Something smells lovely,” he says
“Hope it is,” you reply
“I’m sure it’s wonderful!”
You set both plates on the island and sit next to him. You talk about your days, he tells you how great his day at the studio was and you tell him how shitty yours was.
“I failed my midterm, H,” you mumble
“Something to work towards next time,” he says comforting you
“It’s been a god awful day, I just wanna cuddle.” you say meeting his gaze
“Let me do the dishes, then I’m all yours,” he says softly
You nod your head and decide to go put one of his sweaters on.
You settle on the purple sweater he wore in Australia a few years ago. (I know Gemma now possesses this but imagine!)
Harry finishes up the dishes around 15 minutes later and makes his way to the master bedroom.
He plops down on the made bed and opens his arms for you. You crawl over to him and lay comfortably with your head on his chest and legs intertwined.
“Thanks for holding me, H,” you say softly
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, petal. I love you loads” he replies
You doze off in his arms.