I Do

* 1 week later *

Catie's POV


Dressed in some grey sweatpants and a black tank top I decide to watch TV.

I've been thinking a lot this week about Harry. He has showed me the real him, I've learned about him more and more every day. His cooking is like godzilla giving us food from heaven delivered by angels. I think I'm drooling right now.

He can make awful jokes, and for some reason I always laugh my ass off whenever he makes a joke.


I'm actually glad I've been married to him, and not some 40 years old bald creepy ass guy with dirty clothes and teeth, endless smirks and with a personality as a witchy pedophile lol.

That would be scary as fuck.

Harry, also dressed in sweatpants and a white shirt, sits next to me on the couch.

"Harry , I'm tired, I'm going to bed." I say and he nods. ''Yeah, I'm tired too.'' He says and turns off the TV.


"Can we talk?" Harry asks when we reach our bedroom.

"Yes, of course we can, Harry." I assure him.

"I just wanted to say that you don't have to worry about me, I mean, I'm not going to hurt you or something. I don't want you to think very low of me. I want you to feel home and save here, okay? I'm just worried and-''

''Harry, it's okay, really! I'm okay like this. Don't worry about it, please. Okay?'' I half-smile.

He nods and smiles back.

I pull him for a hug and he gladly accepted that.

I pull away and yawn. Harry laughs. "Let's get some sleep, okay? You're obviously very tired I see." He still laughs.

I nod and giggle. Harry takes his sweatpants and shirt off, revealing his tattoos.

"Why do you always sleep half-naked?" I giggle.

"It's comfortable." He grins.

We get in bed and fall asleep.

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