Eleven; harry i have seven toes

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- C h a p t e r  e l e v e n-

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'I love when I catch you staring at me'
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~March 12th 2020~ (Same day as the ending of the last chapter)

Araminta looked up at tall building. The girl had her arms wrapped around herself when a sudden breeze hit her making her shiver. "Where are we?"

"Why do you keep asking that," he laugh as he began walking towards the building. Ara watched as he put a code in raising an eyebrow when she heard a click. Once the click went off he grabbed the handle opening the door wide so Ara could walk in before him.

"I told you I don't like not knowing where I'm going," she followed the boy down the hallway towards the elevator. "Are we at your apartment?"

"My flat yes."

"Oh sorry for my American wording I meant flat," she rolled her eyes. "Why are we here anyway."

"I have a surprise."

"Of course you do." Ara gave up with the idea of telling Harry that she doesn't like surprises. The boy knew she didn't love them but he didn't care... neither did Theo care. No one cares when she says that.

When the elevator opened, the two stepped out and walked towards a door. Harry took his key out his pocket putting it in the lock. Once the two were inside he closed and locked the door behind them.

"We're going up here," Harry spoke pointing to the stairs. Ara nodded following him up. When he unlocked the door he turned towards the girl. "Close your eyes."

"Yeah no," she shook her head.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't trust you," she frowned her brows. "You're going to do something as soon as I close them."

"No I won't."

"Har I know you better than you think I do." she pointed at the boy, squinting her eyes. "You're going to fuck with me."

Harry put his hand over his chest. "I feel attacked that you think so low of me."

The girl rolled her eyes, she moved her hands to point at her eyes. "I'm not closing these."

"Mate you're being dramatic. Just close your eyes I'm not going to do anything."

She let out a sigh. "Fine." She took a breath before closing her eyes. As soon as she did she felt a poke at her side making her squeal. "I fucking hate you, Christopher George."

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