If you lived in a mansion with your closets friends, would it ever be calm?
Definitely not.
Here's a collection of short stories from the Hamilteam series. They will usually not be connected to the plot in my main H
Harry awoke with a start as his alarm started to beep at approximately 6:00 am. Harry the Craig was not a morning person, but today he had a reason to get up so early. Today was Valentine's Day.
Chloe, still sound asleep in her room (or scheming, she made no noise when doing either) did not make any sign of being awake as he closed his door. The bedrooms in the mansion had a certain layout to them.
The girls were on one side of the hallway. The boys were on the other. The couples were directly across from each other, except for Mary and Sherlock, and Gabe and Sophia. Since Gabe and Sophia were engaged, they either shared a bed or slept in heaven. Since Sherlock and Mary were married, they either shared a bed or slept at 221B Baker Street.
The rooms were carefully laid out. On the left side there was Mary and Sherlock, with Lydia'a room currently connected to it. Next to Lydia was Kenzie, then Chloe, next to Chloe was Talia, then Anji, and lastly, Alice.
The right side had less people. It started across from Chloe. Harry obviously took that place. Next to Harry was Lucas, then Elijah, and finally, Gabriel and Sophia.
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Harry walked downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Soon, the warm smell of pancakes filled the air as the sun rose completely, and a few brave birds left the warmth of their nests chirped in the bitter cold.
"Ooh, pancakes!" Anjali walked downstairs licking her lips with her hand in Elijah's.
"They're not for you." Harry didn't bother to look up from the pan.
Had Harry not seemed so concentrated and nervous, Anjali would have fired a few insults at him. However, he clearly seemed occupied.
"Are you okay, Harry?" She asked.
"Fine, just fine. My plans for Chloe have just cracked and burned to ashes, but I'm fine."
"What?!"
"You know what I planned? I was going to make a bunch of those dung bombs- you know, from Harry Potter- and release them all over town with her because she likes chaos like that. But they're missing. I have nothing else planned, because I didn't expect them to vanish overnight!" Harry set his frying pan down to adjust his fedora.
"Do you need help?" Elijah asked. "I'm not the best cook but-"
"I'll be fine."
Anjali gave him a look of pity. "If you need us, we'll be in Paris."
"What?"
Anjali beamed. "Elijah's going to whip up the Tardis so we can go to Paris! With macaroons and chocolate and baguettes and-"
Harry nodded, very distracted. "Have fun you two."
Anjali and Elijah walked out. After Harry heard what sounded like a broken car, he knew they were gone.
