Within The Lyrics ~ Sequel to My Mentor *Completed*

Six. You Want It Back?

(A/N- Hello, darlings!!  I hope you all enjoy this chapter.  I quite like it!  This story is moving right along and I'm pleased with it, overall.  I am guess that this story will likely have maybe around twenty chapters...not too sure..so don't quote me!  haha.  Anyway....enjoy, lovelies.  Next update will probably be on Monday.  xx  )

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Not that my home is a mess but it certainly isn’t as clean as Harry and I used to keep our house.  Harry was quite a bit neater than I am and so for that reason I have spent the morning tidying up the place.  Putting magazines in their proper location; right now, I have made that proper location under the couch.  I have dusted and swept.  Made sure the kitchen is orderly and lit some scented candles just in case.  Once I am satisfied with its appearance, I use the remaining hour until Harry arrives to get cleaned up myself.

I am in the kitchen putting the kettle on just as Harry rings the door bell.  As I am walking towards the front door it dawned on me that I never gave Harry my address last night.  Maybe he got it from one of the guys.  I open the door and there he is, smiling that full dimple smile.  A smile that always puts one of equal size on my face no matter how I am feeling.

“Hey you” He greets.

“Hi.  Come in” I say and step aside.  He walks in through the door and follows me to the living room.

“You can put your coat down on the couch or the chair.  Anywhere is fine.” I stated.  “Want some tea” I asked and headed towards the kitchen; leaving him to his own devices in the living room.

“Yes” he calls and I pull how he likes his tea from my memory and make it. 

With the two cups in my hand I walk back to where Harry is only to find him sitting on my couch; feet up on my coffee table and hands resting behind his head.  This typically wouldn’t bother me and I wouldn’t think anything of it.  However, he is wearing one of my old shirts.  I know he wore it on purpose and for that reason I am not going to even bring it up.  It’s kind of funny in a sense because I know he is trying really hard and I can’t thwart his effort; and for that reason I smile at him.

We have been talking for about a half hour, non-stop and it has been really nice.  He hasn’t made an advance at me and I start to doubt my whole reason for asking him over.  Our conversation slows down a bit and we sit in a comfortable silence.

“You know, I’m wondering how you knew where I lived.  I didn’t give you the address.” I said.  He looked down at his cup.

“I might have begged Louis to drive me by here about a month after you moved in.  It took about a month for me to convince him to do it, but yeah….that’s how.  You’re not mad are you?”

“No.  I’m not mad.  It’s kinda a creepy move though, isn’t it” I smirk and take the last sip of my drink.  He chuckles.  I guess it really doesn’t bother me that he has known where I live.  I am wondering if he drives by here from time to time and I have a feeling the answer to that question would be yes, so I won’t ask him.