Savy’sPOV
I feel the bed shift under me and pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me into his chest. I glance at the bedside clock and notice that it’s almost 3 am. I really hate that he is out this late. I really hate that he didn’t call me when he said he would call but he’s here now. I turn in his arms and I’m faced with a snoring boy. His curls falling over his forehead, and his mouth slightly agape. He looks peaceful yet so drained. I don’t dare to wake him. Soon enough I’m in my own sleepy slumber.
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“Harry,” I whisper, “It’s time to get up for school.” I really hate to wake him. Of course he doesn’t budge; he’s like a 15 year old boy sometimes. “Harry,” I say a bit louder this time, still nothing “I swear if you don’t get up now no s*x for a week.”
“Alright I’m up, d
