This one's for you, Chiquita. I really hope you like it.
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My room was a complete mess. Papers were everywhere, bottles of water could be found all over the floor and books were scattered all over my desk. I was definitely a messy student.
It was already 11 p.m. and I hadn't been out of my room since breakfast. Of course, my lovely boyfriend made sure I ate enough. The sweetheart.
Frustration ran through my blood due to not knowing the answer to the question in my book. I never liked not being good at something. History was one of my worst subjects. All the facts, dates and important people never seemed to find a way into my brain. It was frustrating.
A loud groan left my mouth as I messily ran a hand through my hair. History should stay there, I'd rather focus on the present, I grumbled to myself.
Suddenly, I felt two warm hands wrapping around my shoulders. I looked up to see Harry smiling down at me. His hands started doing their magic on my shoulders and I hummed in satisfaction.
"Time to take a break, lovely," Harry softly whispered in my ear. I started to shake my head, I wasn't even close to ready yet, but a kiss on my nose made me realize how tired I actually was.
"I made you some lasagna," he said in a singing voice while wiggling his eyebrows at me. I laughed quietly and took his large hand in mine. His lasagne always made me feel better.
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An hour later, we were both sitting on the couch, watching TV. My head was placed on his shoulder and Harry was playing with my fingers, looking at me with a small smile playing on his lips. The warmth radiating off his body was soothing. From time to time, Harry placed soft kisses on my hair, making me feel more relaxed than I've ever been.
"Can I kiss you?"
"You don't need to ask that, Chiquita," Harry chuckled softly while leaning in. His plump lips touched mine in a sweet way, making my insides melt. The kiss was relaxed and slow, but I quickly found my way on top of him, straddling his waist. When we were done with our little make-out session, I snuggled myself against him and he held me tightly.
The rest of the night was spent hugging, kissing and talking about random things with my lovely man. I was one hell of a lucky woman.