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I woke up, practically sweating to death. The blanket was still wrapped around me, and so was Harry. Even though we fell asleep sitting up, we somehow migrated to a laying position. Our legs were intertwined and both of Harry's arms were wrapped around me, pulling me into his chest tightly. His face was nuzzled into my neck, and I felt his deep, steady breaths.

I squinted around the room, trying to decipher what time it was right now. It was light out, and I heard birds chirping, but I had no idea if it was morning or afternoon. I looked around for my phone, but couldn't find it in the mass mess of blankets and limbs that was my couch.

I decided to get up, also while trying not to wake Harry. I hope we didn't miss school. I mean, I hope I didn't miss school. Harry doesn't teach at that school anymore.

I can't let him quit that job, he loves it, I know he does. All he did at Chessington weeks ago was talk about how happy he is that he got a teaching job so young, and how fun it is to teach Calculus. I know he's only putting on a strong face for me, just so I don't feel bad.

I need to get him his job back, and in order to do that, I need a plan.

First, I need to convince Harry to ask for his job back. If he doesn't want his job back, then there's nothing I can do. But what would he tell the principal? Oh yeah, sorry, I was caught with a student and the person took proof of us kissing and threatened to tell you about it so I quit but now I'm regretting that decision, so could I have my job back please? He needs an excuse, a reason for why he quit so abruptly. But what could that be?

I decided to not think about it for now, and to eat breakfast instead. I was absolutely starving, and I don't think I could last another minute without eating. I walked into the kitchen, looking at the clock. Surprisingly, it was only 6:13am, which threw me off a little bit. I was expecting it to be at least 9am. I shrugged it off, looking through my cupboards to figure out what I was going to make for breakfast.

Harry was here, and I wanted to make him some too. Something other than cereal. I decided to do french toast with strawberries and bananas, with hash browns on the side. I got some bread out, as well as eggs and cinnamon. I mixed the eggs and cinnamon together in a bowl, and then threw in some milk and vanilla, mixing that as well. I put a pan on the oven and turned it on, putting some butter in it so that the bread won't stick.

I grabbed 6 pieces of bread out, not knowing how much Harry would want to eat. I would only have 2, and he can have however many he wants and I'll just eat whatever's left over when I get home from school or something.

I began dipping the bread into the bowl, completely covering them in the mixture, before setting two in the pan while waiting for them to cook. I went over to the fridge and grabbed strawberries, as well as a knife before I got to work cutting them. Once that was done, I cut up one banana and put it in the bowl with the strawberries. I then dumped a shit load of sugar into the bowl and mixed the fruit.

I began smelling the bread, and I didn't realize how long it's been since I put them in there.

"Shit," I muttered, getting a spatula and flipping it over. Luckily, it wasn't too burnt. I'll just eat these ones, I guess. I let that side cook before putting it on a plate and moving on to doing more bread.

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