6 ; coffee hype

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note :

book playlist added +

- Vegas / All Time Low
- BLUE / Troye Sivan

- Mia x

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| 11:19AM |

- Margo -

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I woke up to a warm body underneath me as I lifted myself off of what I realized was Harry's tummy.

How did I get here? I wouldn't know.

"Harry." I whispered, shaking his shoulder but he didn't bother moving a single muscle, nor waking up as soft snores left his parted lips.

I found myself staring at his tranquil expressioned face.

Quietly, I tugged the covers that were mostly on me off and spread it on Harry.

Getting to my feet, I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.

I knew I couldn't stay long, and I eventually had to go. So I decided not to wake him.

Maybe I'd take a shower, get my stuff, leave a note, and go. Yeah, that's exactly what I'll do.

I was too scared to thank him as soon as he woke up anyway.

I pulled out my shower necessities, the only thing I had was a bottle of shampoo though. I then tugged out a grey tee shirt and some light washed denim jeans.

Walking down the short hallway, the bathroom smelt of scented soap and newly washed towels as I shut the door behind me.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I just realized how I really did look like a mess from all the crying.

My eyes were slightly red as black mascara smeared my cheeks.

Cringing at the sight of me, I looked away, and walked over to the shower, switching it on.

Cold water left the shower head as I twisted the handle further up, satisfying me. Cold showers were gross. In my opinion.

I felt more relaxed under the warm water slightly beating against my back as I let out a satisfied sigh.

Running my fingers through my hair, I take my time washing through my hair as well as my skin.

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- Harry -

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I woke up on the floor groaning and slightly alarmed when Margo wasn't lying beside me anymore. I remembered the night before so clearly, she slept here. Next to me.

Where did she go?

"Margo?" I called out, surprised by my own voice because it sounded so groggy. I groaned, falling back playfully as I set a hand on top of my head in thought.

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