THIS BOOK IS PUBLISHED AS ORIGINAL DRAFT, IT'S NOT EDITED SO THERE'S A LOT OF MISTAKES BECAUSE I DIDN'T RE-READ CHAPTERS OR CHECK GRAMMAR BEFORE. I AM ALSO REWRITING THIS, I'M STILL NOT SURE IF THE NEW CHAPTERS WILL BE POSTED HERE OR AS SEPARATED, NEW VERSION.

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Sunday

I woke up feeling fresh and ready to go. A sweet, honey scent was in the air, making me believe that someone lighted a candle or just eat honey with Margo on bread for a snack.

I rubbed my eyes to clear them up a bit. I was still naked in a bed, sheets covering my lower body while I was snuggled to a pillow. Instant arousal of mine bought me back to hours before, remembering mine and Harry's act. I wish every weekend was like that.

Yes, every weekend (maybe every second or third) because if we would to THAT every day, I literally couldn't walk and would be so sore I couldn't even make a little move. I'm sure of that. And I don't need - or want - to be in that situation. Firstly, Harry would need to take care of me (even though he wouldn't mind that much). Secondly, I don't want to feel useless. It's one of the worst feelings. At least for me. I saw a note on the table when I headed to stand up.

Heyyy love, I went to the grocery shop for some things. I might go to the shopping center if Liam answers me. If I'm not home by when you wake up, feel free to take a shower and something to eat if you hungry (I'm sure you are😏). See you soon. Love, H., your teddy bear.

Sweet, but I don't remember I gave him that nickname. Anyway, I went to the bathroom, not caring for the clothes. Nobody was here and it was connected to the bedroom.

Instead of taking a shower, I filled the bath with warm water. I need it for my poor bum. I found a vanilla shower gel, my favorite smell. Preparing a book, phone and cigarettes, I opened a small window and waited for bath to fill, putting a shower bomb in it. Ya know that little bowls that have a nice smell and make a lot of bubbles? I love them, always caring them with me like some other important things. Why not use them instead of putting a gel in the water for bubbles?

Finally having a perfect amount of water in the tub, I easily slide in, hissing as warm water made contact with my back. Settling in, I took a good look at his bathroom. It was modern, but not like you would expect a millionaire's style / room.

The white/like golden but not golden nor yellow colors were dominant. Normal white door, double sink and cabinets, that carpet on the ground so you don't slip. What stood out were a shower tub and an actual tub. I don't think a lot of people have both. They were big, like I could lie in the tub and still would have room for three me. You can imagine how the whole room, the whole apartment, was huge.

*very similar to this, imagine it being in the very high flat with blue carpet on the ground, one big mirror and shower slightly higher from the ground, and ofc bigger tub plus one big plant next to tub*

I light up the cigarette, opening up the book The Great Gatsby. I read it already three times and I still love it. I've wanted to go to Oxford for literature and languages but with the turn of the events, I couldn't.

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I don't know how long passed, but I could hear the door opening and then my name being shouted by Harry when, I assume, he didn't saw me in the bedroom.

The water was still hot (since I like to put almost boiling water (okay that was a little over said)), I was near the end of book and on my fourth cigar.

"Here!" I called him. He practically run toward my voice, I could hear his hurried footsteps. For some reason, that made me smile. My smile only got bigger when he came inside, looking relived with a smile of his own.

He quickly striped of his clothes, moving my stuff on the washing machine. I moved forward, letting him sit behind me, then hugging me and pulling to his chest. I could feel his member, but didn't think much of it; since I'm sure we both are sore and raw.

I tilted my head backwards, letting it fall on his shoulder. We locked eyes, green meet blue, Harry leaned in and gave me the sweetest, the most gentle kiss I've ever received (except my mother's kisses) on my cheek. Then he started placing kisses on my whole face. When he was satisfied, he switched to my neck, which tickled me and I couldn't stop the giggle from making its way out.

Harry seemed satisfied and amused with that so he started to tickle me. Soon we were both laughing our asses, the water getting cold so we left the tub. After quick cleaning, we laid in a bed, just small talking. We agreed we'd go together to work tomorrow.

My love smelled like a vanilla. For me it was sexy smell and such a 'Louis smell'. Perfect for him. I don't want this to end, us to end. But tomorrow we'll be apart for hours. Hours! How will I live?

Ok, I'm overreacting. I can easily go down to see him. And I have important job I need to solve tomorrow. It's including Louis and people who looked down on him. I'm going to talk to them with Liam, who's going to arrange for them to come on time.

That's what we talked about in the afternoon. He's agreeing with my decision, in fact, he wants them to get stronger punishment. He know who is Louis, who is to me, he knows everything.

I can't wait for tomorrow. I hope Liam doesn't spill everything I planned to Louis, he is known for having a big mouth.