Little white lies

Chapter One

Harry's P.O.V

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"Can you shut up?!" I screamed at my annoying alarm clock. Today was unfortunately the first day of not just school , But my amazing newspaper job. I know it's a pretty stupid job to take as a senior when theres many opportunites to work in other places like Starbucks and those stores at those shopping centers . But being a newspaper isn't so bad , you get to go on a bike and throw a rolled up piece of paper to random strangers doors , Plus I've been doing this since freshmen year so I'm used to it .          

  I slide out of my bed and dragged ny tried body to the bathroom. I did the usual stuff I do when I get ready for school like showering and brushing my teeth , I fixed my hair with some hair gel and I put on My  basic go-to-school outfit which is khakis and a sweater vest. After i was done I went down stairs and smelled the sweet scent of poptarts and hashbrowns My favorite . Yes I'm very aware thats a weird mix but it's very delious when you try it .                                                                

''Goodmorning sweetheart" My mum smiled handing the plate filled with deliousness to me. "Morning mum" I said back in my tired morning voice. I sat down in the mini round ock wood table and grabbed the carton of milk and pour some milk into My handmade cup. When i took the last bite of my poptart i lazily put the plate and cup in the sink. I grabbed my bookbag and kissed My Mum goodbye.                                                                                                                                        

I walked to My bike, Put my bookbag in the basket and started peddling. As I was riding to my newpaper company to get the news papers The nice morning air brushed around. This is what I enjoy most about my job, The way the birds chirped and the sensation you feel when riding a bike, You feel like you're flying , Like you are free.

As soon as I made it to the newspaper company company I was taken to a room filled with freshly printed newspapers. I grabbed a pile of newpaper and walked back to my bike. I couldn't help but smell the newspapers. I love the paper scent of freshly printed newspaper as weird as it may sound. I checked my watch for the time and it was 6:08 i have an hour to get all of these news papers delivered to my route and the other 30 minutes to get early to class to have some extra time to study. 

I got on the bike again and started going to My route. Familiar houses started to come out and i started to get the first newspaper rolled up. I aimed the newspaper towards the door and threw it. ''Bulls eye!'' I shouted happily when the news paper landed exactly on the door mat. I'm telling you 4 years of working in this newspaper boy job does help you with your throwing and aiming. 

When i was going throwing a newspaper to the last house i have realized I have two extras left. One for me and the other one was accidently put in my stack I guess. As I was going further i saw a moving truck next to the last house I always deliver to. "I think thats why you've got an extra newspaper idiot" My subconsious throws in. I was about to throw the newspaper to the door but my clumsy ass didn't pay attention and fell. I haven't realize someone was watching until i looked up to see a girl , A beautiful girl perhaps. Her blonde hair shined through the sun. Her skin tone was pale not albino pale but that pure pale , she can acutally rock it unlike some girls. I could stare at her for hours.

"Oh my god Are you ok" The beautiful girl asked walking up to me . I snapped out of my thoughts, stood up, and patted off the dirt on my pants. Before i can even respond to her she was already infront of me. God her eyes are magnificent. "I-I'm" I freaked out struggling with my words. I couldn't take the embarrasment anymore so I picked up my bike and peddeled fast until her house wasn't visable anymore.