“Stop looking at me like that,”

I stuffed a spare jumper into my duffle bag as Harry watches with a pout, sitting on the edge of his bed with arms folded across his chest. I saunter over to him and tap my fingers against his cheeks, probing the place where his dimples would be if he were smiling.

“Smile, yeah?”

“How can I smile when you’re leaving me?” he sighs dramatically, collapsing backwards onto the bed.

I rolled my eyes, turning away toward his dresser and eyeing my reflection in the mirror.

“You are such a diva. I have to get back to work, Harry. The holidays are over.”

“I beg to differ,” he scoffed. “ there’s still at least two days left til New Year’s. That’s a holiday.” he raised his finger matter of factly.

I chuckled.

“Try telling that to retail world. Business doesn’t stop just because it’s a holiday.”

He lets out another heavy sigh.

“It’ll be so boring here without you. You’ll be a thousand miles away. Who am I supposed to cuddle with while I binge watch Christmas specials?”

I walk back over to his splayed out figure and place my hands on either side of the mattress so that I’m hovering over him.

“I’m pretty sure Tabitha would love the company of her Uncle ‘Hally’.”

“ ’S not the same.” he pouts.

I let out an exasperated sigh, failing to get through to him.

“Stop whining so much,”

The corner of his lips curve up into a smirk.

“Or what?”

He gently fastens his hands to my wrist and I bite lip, fighting the urge to grin.

“I’ll-I’ll sit on you!” I threatened, trying hard to sound menacing.

Harry’s smirk only widens.

“C'mon over and I’ll tell you where I want you to sit.”

A gasp escapes my mouth upon realizing how filthy his words are and I tear my wrist from his gasp.

“Cheeky, cheeky, cheeky!!” I chide smacking my palms against his abdomen.

A deep bellied laugh escapes his throat and I can’t help but notice how amazingly adorable he is when he laughs-all dimpled grins and crinkly eyes.

“Honestly,” he sighs once his laughter has died down. “I want you to stay. ”

I frowned.

“Hang in there, yeah? It won’t be long till we’re back together.”

His hands clasp back around my wrist as he sighs.

“I’ll be counting the days, hours and minuets till you’re back in my arms.”

I rolled my eyes, a smirk threatening to form on my lips.

“You’re so dramatic! Why do I put up with you?”

He grins.

“Cause, you’re crazy about me."

I scoffed.

“Never.”

Maybe I was. Just a tiny bit.

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