because we need yet another heart destroying playlist of a Sunday morning in bed with Harry, the curtains allowing a slight breeze across your entangled limbs, and Harry tracing the sunlight marks on your arms, and then you pull yourself up to start yet another day, "i guess we have to get up now" you say, harry pulls you back down into your previous position, "or we can just sleep in." he says reaching over and pressing play on the iPod dock.

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