My phone ringtone wakes me up.
I'm too warm in this bed.
I reach for my phone blindly but my hand lands on someone. I snap my eyes open as I roll over.
Harry is asleep beside me, fully dressed with his feet on the floor.
I stare at him for a while. He looks so innocent and fragile when he's deep asleep. I didn't hear him come in.
I quietly get out of bed to avoid waking him up.
I want to hate him so bad but I can't. The mere thought that he might be Lisa's baby daddy shakes me to my core. Maybe I shouldn't blame him; this happened before we met....but no, I just can't help it.
I reach for his feet and I tug his sneakers off. I heave his legs on the bed, hoping against hope that he won't wake up. He stirs and sighs deeply but he doesn't open his eyes. He must be very sleepy.
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