sorry for being annoying and sensoring some words. if i had the choice, i wouldn't do it, but wattpad will mark this as mature and make this upload private if i don't sensor them
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"I hardly think it's necessary for you to dress up for a children's Christmas play, babe." I say, fixing my shoes and grabbing Harry's car keys.
"It's necessary to me. I need to impress all those youngsters. I'm looking for a girlfriend, you know?"
"Oh really?" I say, smacking his shoulder with the back of my hand.
"Yeah." He laughs.
"I thought you already had one, but maybe I'm wrong."
He turns his head to me, placing his hands on the side of my face and pecking my lips.
I giggle. "Are you ready to go or what?"
"Yeah, yeah, let me just fix my tie."
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The play manages to flow smoothly through the night and luckily all of the work Harry and I put into it seem to have been worth it.
"Honestly, one of the best productions I have ever seen in my entire life." Harry comments afterwards.
"Really? That good? Was it the amazing set design? I had a fabulous artist do it." I reply.
"I think the actors were just superb. You could really tell how professional they are and how much experience they have. Plus, the Jingle Bells piece was just amazing."
"Oh thank you, yep, we actually had a professional writer come in to compose that song." I say, continuing the game he's playing.
"Really? It was just gorgeous. Also the producer of all of it is just gorgeous, don't you think? I think her name's Laura? Maybe Lori?"
"Oh no, I didn't see her. I'm sure she was just gorgeous."
"Beautiful, honestly." He replies, "Just stunning in her red skirt."
"How sweet of you to say." I grab his hand as we walk to the commons for a little after-party of congratulations and snacks, "Though, I'm sure you're exaggerating just a tad."
He shakes his head, "I speak nothing but the truth."
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Harry and I end up sneaking out of the party early to go home, deciding that we could only handle so many children hyped up on sugar for so long. We jumped in the car to head home, picking up a bottle of wine on the way as well as some ice cream.
"Shit." He mumbles, throwing his shoulder against his door.
"What?" I ask.
"The door's bloody stuck again. This stupid old building is falling apart." He gives the jammed door another shove and by surprise it flings open and Harry's launched into the room.
I gasp, "Are you alright, Hazza? Any broken bones? Have you hit your head?
"No, no, I'm fine. Promise. Just my shoulder a bit, but I'm okay. I'm fine." He grits, grinding his teeth together and griping his shoulder tightly.
"Okay, let's just get some alcohol in you, yeah? That'll make the pain fade away."
He smiles, "I like the way you think."
I grab his hands to help pull his heavy body off the floor and onto the couch and grab us a bottle opener from Harry's kitchen, skipping two glasses and just taking the bottle.
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