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I woke up warm and relaxed as the sound of snoring filled my room while my body was secured to the bed by Harry's tattooed arm.
"I've been awake for over a fucking hour." Harry's broken, frightened hushed voice said against my hair as Alan continued to cuddle him from behind, sleeping.
"You must feel real stupid right now." I lazily smiled, rubbing my eyes with my back still pressed against his hard chest.
"We will not speak of this. Ever." He grit out.
"Why didn't you move?" I asked in my hoarse, morning voice, eyes fluttering slightly, my body not knowing if it should go back to sleep or not.
"Because Alan's morning wood is pressed against my ass and I'm not ready to lose my butt virginity." Harry whispered in a terrified voice, his whole body stiff and frozen before I heard Alan shift, holding Harry closer making Harry let out an uncomfortable, muffled scream into the back of my neck.
"Sucks, I'm going to eat breakfast." I sighed, deciding to get up only for Harry to tighten his hold on me, pulling me flush against him stopping me from getting up.
"If I'm stuck here, so are you." He said in a childish manner, going to the point of slinging one of his long legs over mine just in case as I pursed my lips, staring out the open window with an irritated expression as the morning light poured over the three of us.
"I should at least get a morning kiss." I muttered under my breath just to push his buttons.
"Morning kiss yourself." Harry responded in a disgusted tone.
Alan finally woke up after a few moments, letting out a mixture between a soft breath and a tired groan as he ran a tattooed hand over his face, opening his eyes and raising himself a bit in confusion as he peered down at Harry who he was cuddling before looking at me in Harry's arms.
Harry and I slowly turned our heads to make eye contact with him, all of us wearing grim expressions.
"Morning babe." Harry smiled at Alan who stared at us with slightly widened eyes.
He then fell back against the bed, face first releasing Harry.
"I hate myself." Alan muttered into the pillow.
"I hate you too." Harry added.
"Can I eat now." I commented.
Harry, Alan, and I all walked out of my room, the two men looking more drained than me as Ethan peeked his head out of the bathroom with a curious look, brushing his teeth.
