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Chapter three

MACK POV~

"Yeah no... I just thought I err heard something but I'm fine everything is good here. Just peachy"

What the hell, peachy really Mack he is not going to buy into this bullshit.

"Well I'm sure it was nothing. Have a nice day Mack."

Wait. What. How in the name of Jesus did he know my name.

"I'm sorry I'm just curious. Um... how um how do y-you know m-my name."

There goes my stutter. Shit where's that confidence when you need it.

"Oh. Well I am one of the Landlords here so it's my job to know this...stuff."

He responded hesitantly.

"Oh well I wasn't aware we had two landlords."

Why are you being so nosy. Stop ruining this Mack.

My conscience really needs to stop running her mouth.

"Yeah we switch off days." he tells me almost too confidently. His eyes are really hesitant.

Stop reading him. There is nothing wrong with this guy right?

Well why would he come up here then and why is he here so late.

What if he was part of that gun going off.

Seriously shut up.

My mind battling with each other barely letting me access my thoughts.

"Oh ok. Um have a nice day. Or err night. Thanks for checking up, okay bye"

"By-" my door shuts before he could even finish but I'm too overwhelmed for this.

Rosko was by my side during that whole fiasco and now watches me slide down to the floor with heavy breathing.

He comes over and sits next to me staring into the distance.

My mind juggling all these thoughts of what could have been going on. Why was there a gun heard. Why did that man that I've never seen here before say he was the landlord or even come here for that matter.

Normal people in this building would just yell shut up and stop making noise through the walls.

Why am I giving so much thought into this.

It is now I realise my body slouching and pleading for sleep.

I'm trying to fulfil my need for sleep but with the nightmares coming back I haven't had a peaceful night in what three weeks.

I gain the strength to pick myself up and walk heavily to my bedroom.

Falling face flat into my cloud of a bed, I find sleep quickly while cuddled up to Rosko.

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"thanks" I say as I gather the envelope into my hands containing my weekly check.

"Bye have a nice weekend" the receptionist, Marcie tells me.

"Bye you too."

Finally after all the saving I've been doing I have enough money to get the movers to move my grandmothers piano moved in.

Of course I would have had enough money to move it in a year ago, but my checks kept going towards bills and new camera lenses.

I am a photographer at Life magazine, aka the job of my dreams.

Journalism has been a passion of mine since I moved to the city.

Or at least until my grandmother showed me the newspaper.

Seeing the entire magazine come together is such a wonderful thing to watch.

I usually hang out with the boys, Barney and Phil in the basement watching them develop the pictures I took just hours before.

We usually then sneak around and they force me to get sneaky pics of our co- workers doing unusual things or them just writing with their mouths open.

I don't know why they find that amusing.

After I hop into the elevator to head down to the storage units a foot stops the door.

I can't see the man behind the boxes he's holding but you can tell he has strength if he is holding those boxes.

"Going down?" I hear the voice and come out of my thoughts at the familiar voice.

"Uh yeah..."

I seriously can't even keep a conversation going with this guy.

As he steps into the elevator he drops his boxes and looks up looking surprised.

"Oh Mack, hi."

He looks surprised to see me but I guess I did too because his expression loosened up a bit.

I mean I guess if a stranger comes knocking on your door at two o'clock in the morning and knew your name when you've never seen the guy and he shows up at your job you would be pretty surprised too.

HARRY POV~

God what's taking him so long.

I swear this man can make me so mad sometimes, but I'd have him over any other partner any day.

"Thanks have a nice day!" the all too perky man says to me knocking my irritation out of the park.

Paul's taking so long that I had to get a hot dog to pass the time.

How long does it take to get three boxes of manuscripts?

As soon as I was about to go in I see him coming out with five boxes.

"It took you long enough." I growl at him.

"Hey take it easy your lucky I even did this favour for you. I'm off today and I would actually like to relax for once." He responds and I realise what a dick I'm being to him when he just got me all these boxes when I only asked for three.

As I'm talking to him I catch the glimpse of the back of a girl walking the opposite of Paul. Her dark hair in soft waves and a little reflection of gold in the sunlight. Her legs could go on for days and her bum looked fan fucking tastic in those jeans.

"Quit eyeing girls and help with these boxes" Paul tells me

"I wasn't eyeing anyone, and thank you for the boxes." I respond

"Yeah yeah, alright let's go." Paul says nudging me with his arm.

I quickly steal a glance at where I saw that girl walking and grow a frown as I see she's not there.

I have this feeling I'll see her here again anyways.

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Da end. Lolz. Jk.

Hello guys. Basically had a feels attack in the midst of writing because I listen to music when I write and Summer love came on and I just. Fetus, well now its fetus kind of BUT STILL YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT.

K bye. Love you