"Yessi?" He asked. I turned to him, his arm still carelessly thrown over me. I looked at his beautiful face dug into the off-white pillow. "Yes, Harry?" I asked. "Did you know, I love you?" He said, like every morning, like he had something to prove to me. He poked my nose slightly. As his finger hit my cold nose, his fingers' heat transferred to my face and spread like a wildfire. "Yes, but did you know, I love you too?" I asked. He groaned and said, "Enough with this sappy shit." I started laughing. That's my Harry right there. "Huh? I make you laugh?" He asked sillily. "Of course, babe!" I said, still laughing. "Good." He said. As I sat up, his arms attacked my waist, "No." He said. "Yes, Harry, yes." I said like I was talking to a 3 year old. He laughed and sat up with me. "So what do you wanna do?" He asked. "Be anywhere but here!" I joked, running to the kitchen. "Uh! Forgetting something!" He yelled from behind me. "What?" I asked, walking back to the bedroom. He was sitting there, on the bed, like a lost toy. He looked like a 2 year old yelling 'Up!' To his mommy. "You forgot me!!!" He yelled like a 5 year old. "Then c'mon! You got two legs! Move 'um or lose 'um!" I yelled, swatting his legs, attempting to get him up, and failing. "So you wanna play that way?" He said, playfully. "No! Get up!!!!!!" I yelled like a drill sergeant. "I don't wanna!!!" He yelled back. I grabbed his arm and started to pull him up but he didn't budge, just sat there laughing. "What? This is funny to you? Fine! You're not getting any of this!" I yelled, walking off again. Suddenly, I was attacked, "You know I don't play that way." He whispered in my ear. At the rest, is history.

Notes

Sorry it took so long!!!!!:(