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The morning sun shown through the windows of Tom's apartment, casting warming light upon the couch that was my make shift bed.
I stretched out, my back cracking in the process. I didn't sleep much that night and not because of my sleeping arrangements but because I could stop looking at the door to Danny's room. I was almost wishing it to open up in the middle of night, him to walk out and see me. I wouldn't even care if he glared at me, yelled at me, spit on me; I just wanted to see his face again.
I kicked the sheets off and swung my legs over the edge of the couch. I ran my hands through my hair, scratching the back of my neck before getting up and walking down the hall to the bathroom.
Once I was finished doing my business, I made my way back into the living room and plopped down onto the couch. There was rustling in the kitchen but I chalked it up to Tom making himself his usual morning cup of tea. He was the only guy I knew that never needed an alarm to get up, he just rose with the sun.
I sighed and looked around the quiet room, contemplating if I should try and go back to my place in hopes that Harry had left by now when something caught my eye. Danny's bedroom door was open and, from what I could see, it was empty.
Immediately, my heart rate increased and I became acutely aware of every single sound that was going on in that kitchen. The sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing, the spoon hitting the sides of the mug as the tea is stirred, the footsteps that grew closer and closer to me.
My head moved, as if in slow motion, to my left just as the person who had been in the kitchen walked into the room. His hair was disheveled, his t-shirt had a stain running down the middle and his boxers had a hole right by his thigh but he still looked just as perfect as I remembered him.
He was still Danny.