"Hey it's Harry! Leave a message and I'll ring ya' as soon as I can! All the love!"
"Hey, I'm just calling to let you know that I've gathered up all you're stuff and left it on the front porch. You can either get it while I'm at work or send Niall or whatever... it's up to you really. Bye."
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9:41 a.m. May 10, 2015
a/n: Ik it's been literally forever but i've had the biggest case of writer's block ever and it was absolute hell. so, yes, this chapter is shit and short af but there's a reason.
also, should this have a sequel bc there's two ways i could end this story and one would set it up for a sequel and the other would just end it. so let me know!!
-r
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Dial Tones | h.s.
Fanfiction" i've listened to your dial tone over and over again, so much so, that it's starting to sound like i love you. "
