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Pen Your Pride

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Imagine for Chelsea

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"Harry!" I giggled as my boyfriend tackled me onto the couch.

"Chelsea!" He replied in the same tone of voice.

"Could you please get off of me?" I asked as sweetly as I could. He was still laying on me, and it was starting to hurt a little.

He nodded with a smile and stood up. I stood up also and he pulled me into his arms. I stood on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pecked him on the lips.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear. I whispered it back and kissed him again.

"I don't want you to leave again," I breathed out as I leaned my head into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me.

"I don't want to either, but it's my job. You know that." He sighed. I hugged him tighter.

"When does your plane leave?" I asked quietly, pulling back from his chest to look at him.

"Thursday, at eleven." He replied, looking back at me.

"Where and when?"

"Australia, for three weeks. We'll do some promo and a few concerts, maybe some signings."

I just sighed again and put my head back onto his chest. I tried to hold them in, but a few tears leaked out. Harry ran one of his large hands through my hair.

He led me back to the couch and we laid there for a while. At one point, he turned the telly on for background noise. We just basked in one of our last nights together before he and his band mates left for almost a month.

*Thursday*

"Baby, we've got to get up. I have to leave soon." Harry whispered in my ear, slightly shaking me to help awaken 'the sleeping beauty', as he calls me.

I groaned, realizing what day it was.

"I know, I know. But you've got to get up now." He started rubbing my back.

I sat up and started to pull him in for a kiss.

"Ah ah," he said putting a finger up. "No kisses for you until you are out of bed, dressed, and your teeth are brushed!"

I huffed and got out of bed. He smiled as I walked into our bathroom.

"I love you!" He called after me. I called it back.

I grabbed a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and pulled my hair up into a messy bun.

I wrapped a towel around my body and walked out of the bathroom to find some clothes to wear for the day.

I decided to wear a pair of skinny jeans and one of Harry's old t-shirts.

When I walked out of our closet I smelled something coming from the kitchen. I walked down the stairs to find Harry making eggs and bacon, quietly singing Nobody Compares.

I went over toward him and sat on one of the barstools. He saw me and smiled.

"You all ready?" He asked. I nodded and he flashed me another one of his beautiful smiles.

He finished making breakfast and served it onto two plates. He gave one to me and sat down on the barstool next to mine with the other.

I leaned over and pecked him on the lips. Harry pulled my stool closer to his and I leaned my head on his shoulder.

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