the song for this chapter is "Come On Eileen," by Dexys Midnight Runners :)
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Finley
It had to be like one in the morning by the time I finally pulled up to Harry's place. And even though it was so late, or I guess, so early, I felt wide awake.
Tonight had been so much fun, I found myself not wanting it to end. And from the way that Harry was still sat in my car, it seemed that he felt the same way.
My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket to see a new text on our group chat.
Lars Baby: Hey, you still alive?
I laughed at the text and sent a quick reply.
Me: Yes, all good, just going to be back a little later.
Harry pulled out his own phone, his eyes widening a little bit as he registered what time it was
"Shit, it's fucking late. I'm sorry for keeping you out this late," he apologized.
I waved him off. "It was a team effort, and besides, as I said, I had fun," I shrugged honestly.
"Me too," he chuckled, glancing at me, and then at the front door of the house, "well, I guess I'll let you get going," he sighed.
But then, it seemed another thought had struck him, and he began to speak again.
"You know, I just realized I don't even have your number yet," he spoke smugly, glancing over at me.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Wow, you're right," I laughed, a small smirk on my lips, "but what makes you think that you deserve it?"
He didn't miss a beat as he answered. "Well, I happen to be a great supplier of Nick Wilde pictures," he shrugged, a big grin making its way onto my face.
"Okay, fine. I'm sold," I sighed, unlocking my phone and handing it to him.
He took it from my hand and began to type his contact info in, laughing a bit as he pressed one of the buttons, but leaning his body away from mine as I tried to take a peek.
After about a minute, he handed my phone back to me with a satisfied smirk on his face.
As soon as I saw the contact name he had made for himself, I started to laugh.
It was "Harry" and then a fox emoji next to it.
"Nice. Real clever, Harry," I chuckled, rolling my eyes at him.
I sent him a quick middle finger emoji, and as he looked down at his phone, he pretended to be hurt.
"Well, on that rude note, I bid you adieu," he mumbled out in a fake and sorrowful tone, tipping an imaginary hat at me.
"Bye, Harry," I laughed, waving him off as he stepped out of the car, catching a glimpse of a faint grin on his face as he shut the car door back behind him.
"Tootles, Finley," he chuckled, waving at me and turning to walk towards the front door.
I shook my head, still laughing as I put the car in drive and began to head down the empty neighborhood streets.
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