'So, what do you think?' Harry asks me gesturing around the 'au de Le Harry' as he calls it as we are sitting on top of one of the CD racks. Although it's small it's packed full of good music that you won't hear on the normal radio stations, the whole room has his own personal touch through out, whether it be a framed picture of him and his friends or his barbie trike, he really has embraced the space.
'Its you,' I respond, 'and I like you which means I like this room' once I say this I notice Harry look down with a slight pink tinge upon his cheeks, I smirk at the reaction I get from him, 'you know, it's quite cute when you get embarrassed' I tease.
His head shoots up at this, 'I was not embarrassed!' He fires back.
'Aye, and pigs can fly' I shot back sarcastically.
'You know, one night me and Louis both had the same dream about flying pigs, I don't know what it was, it could have been the fact that we sleep in the same bed, or now that I think of it, it was probably from the magic mushrooms we had that night, lol.' He said casually as if he hadn't he just admitted that he shares a bed with another man or the fact he takes drugs. I had now been in Harry's company for four hours or so and realised early on this kind of thing was to be expected to come from him and found it better to not reply.
'Well, Holly, work hours actually ended three hours ago, but since I can tell that separating you from my presence would put you in a foul mood, I suggest we head to a local drinking tavern, what do you think?' Harry asked me imitating a posh English voice with a boyish grin on his face.
I link my arm through his as we both make our descent from the top of the CD case 'my darling,' I respond in the same accent he delivered to me, 'I think that would be a magnificent idea.'
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'Wait, wait, wait, you did what?' I drunkenly ask Harry who has just told me the only reason he even works in the radio station is because he nearly burned down the college library with Niall.
'It all started with good intentions really, I was working late, and I mean really late because it was around the time of the exams and there was only two people in the whole of library anyway, so I figured they wouldn't have minded if I called in a few reinforcements. All the other boys were busy with studying, well I say studying, what I mean is they were sitting passing around a bong with a couple of text books open in front of them, but any way, Niall was the only one who was free, so he came and joined me. It only took us about thirty minutes give or take to realise that there is literally nothing in the library that could be considered fun, its boring as fuck. Niall suggested trying to look up porn on the computers at the back of the room, but I had already tried that and unfortunately they have blocked it, scandalous don't you agree?' Before I even had the chance to think of a reply Harry continued. 'So anyway poor Niall and myself were at a loss of ideas and that's when he pulled out his lighter to light his cigarette and it hit me. The library is full of boring ass books that no one even reads. So instead of them taking up precious space I decided that burning them would be a much better fate for the unwanted books, they probably wanted to die anyway, so I was really doing a public favour I suppose. As time went on our idea had adapted to us setting books on fire and trying to throw them into the trash can in the staff room. Much better than watching juniors freak out over piss easy exams in my opinion. However the bliss and innocence soon ended when Niall missed the trash can and hit a bottle of whiskey instead, the place fucking lit. Niall being the pussy that he is ran screaming 'this bitch is about to blow!' Terrifying the remaining stragglers and leaving me to deal with the shit. I decided I would much rather not deal with the wrath of the librarian with a mole the size of my face, I'm still convinced to this day that's she is a witch, so I fucking bolted from the scene of the crime. I didn't really think this through as I realised the university knows where I live. So three days later I was rudely awoken by the police at my door with that same fucking librarian threatening to charge me with deliberate arson, which was complete bullshit. Anyway I used my boyish charm on the witch, much to my own disgust, and managed to get her to drop the charges and instead give me a thousand dollar fine for the damage and a new work placement.'
'And that was it, a thousand dollars for nearly burning down the biggest building on campus?' I ask dumbfounded, wondering how in hell he wriggled his way out of that one. 'And they still give you a new job as well?'
'I can be pretty fucking smooth when I want to be, I'll have you know.' He informs me, 'I mean I'm pretty sure I had the police officer wanting me too.'
'Oh please,' there is no way, tricycle riding, chocolate milk drinking Harry could be smooth.
'You'll discover how smooth I can be soon, so you can say whatever you want, but just know pretty girl, you will eat your own words.' He replies with a smirk.
'And what does that mean?' I ask trying to hide the blush that has just risen to by cheeks.
'You'll see,' he answers, 'you'll see.'
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