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Both of our desserts were a success. The cookies were pretty good but my favourite was the pie. I love lemon meringue pie. Maybe not as much as Kaia, but still a lot.

The pie crust was nice, crumbly and just the perfect bit of salty. The lemon filling was sweet and smooth. The meringue topping was perfectly whipped and a soft brown colour. It really was the perfect lemon pie.

The cookies were almost as spectacular. Kaia's mum has had this perfect chocolate chip cookie recipe for as long as I can remember. Every time someone tries it for the first time, they are amazed. It's hard to describe. Just pure magnificence.

Tomorrow we're going over to the boys' house for supper and we're bringing the dessert, so we can't eat it all (even though we want to). We have to save some for them.

After a bit of pie and a cookie each, we put them into the fridge.

We decide to watch a movie, then. We quickly change into our pyjamas and go back to the living area. We find a movie on one of the cable stations that we're both interested in. We lie down on opposite sides of the couch and watch.

It wasn't long before I was asleep, and Kaia soon after me.

I wake up, still on the couch, the movie channel still playing, Kaia still asleep on the other side of the couch.

I yawn as I hang my legs off the edge of the sofa.

I slowly stand up, careful not to wake up Kaia, and go over to the kitchen counter to make cereal.

I slowly eat my cereal, because I'm still half asleep, and I check notifications on my phone.

I hesitate going into Twitter because I know there are psychotic fans who want to criticize every move I make. That's the trouble with dating a celebrity. But I love Harry and it's up to us if we want to be together or not.

I eventually decide to go into the app, just for a bit, to see how my friends are doing and to keep updated with my favourite celebrities.

The notification tab was nearly exploding with how many notifications there were. I've never had that many notifications in my life. I know I'm not going to open it, though, because I'll be there all day moping that some people don't like me.

Maybe I should just take a little peep...

No! What am I thinking?

Calm yourself, Lia. Don't do this to yourself.

I shake my head and move my finger away from the notification tab.

I keep rechecking my social medias while I eat. Reply to comments, like pictures, etc.

Just as in about to put my empty bowl in the dishwasher, I can hear a soft stir from over on the couch and I see Kaia fluttering her eyes open.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," I laugh while closing the dishwasher.

"Morning," she yawns. She lifts herself from the couch and slowly travels across the apartment to the kitchen table.

"Sweet dreams?" I ask, sarcastically.

She rolls her eyes. "Not with you kicking me every five minutes."

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