Author's Note: A continuation of " Going off the Radar - Part Two" of this #HarryStyles Fan-Fic. Not the real Harry Styles, mind you, this is a work of fiction and fiction does mean "make believe" or "not real", the character in this and any other fan-fics I write only bear in physical resemblance, the rest is just pulled outta my own head. Or my own arse, whichever it happens to be in that moment. lol :D---- I think at some point I may add this to the "Under the Light of the Moon" book I'm sporadically working on, as it kind of fits the idear and direction I had for that book, this taking place many years later. I'm not really sure yet though, this could just end up as a stand alone as well. Only time will tell.
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There was more than a hint of exasperation in her voice, "Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me!"
"Wot the fuck was that?!" He said over her as she burst out laughing at the spooked sound of his voice.
"Sounds like a transformer went out, there's one a couple of blocks down from here." She felt her way in the darkness to what she thought was the direction of her pantry, where she had a few flashlights stored, while Harry, who was still a bit spooked, was feeling his way to the counter-top where the wine bottle was still sitting.
"Sounded like world war three was starting out there." He remarked as his still shaky hands came in contact with what felt like a counter-top, not a second later she ran smack into him, which pushed him into it and he let out a surprised grunt.
"Oh shit! Sorry." She said apologetically.
"Really." He joked. "If you want me against the counter, all you had to do was ask."
She let out a little laugh, "Maybe later, babe, right now I'm trying to find the damn pantry."
He couldn't seem to get the cheeky grin off his face, "Other way, love."
"Yeah, kinda figured that." She said dryly, which earned a low chuckle from him. "Shoulda kept that fire stoked earlier." She remarked as an idea popped into her head. "Shit! Fireplace!"
"Fire's out." He said cheekily.
"Yeah, I see that." She said in a joking manner as she cautiously started over there. There were just enough hot embers left for her to barely make out the fireplace, where a few lighters were lying in a drawer in the buffet off to the left. Suddenly an illumination of light came from Harry's direction as he turned back on his phone, the light becoming much brighter as the turned on the flashlight app.
She turned around to stare at him with a look of disbelief on her eyes, while he stood there with the biggest grin on his face, his green eyes bright and playful.
"Fucking hell -- Why didn't I think of that!?" She said jokingly. She could tell he was trying really hard not to laugh as she quickly added, "Don't answer that."
"Awww." He said playfully while she took the lighter out of the buffet and lit the two candles on the table.
Meanwhile his phone began ringing, it was well into its 4th ring when she asked, "Ya gonna answer that?"
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General FictionA mix of short stories and poems with a sprinkle of painting colors with words on top. Or at least an attempt to anyways. Haha :D Some short stories I've been working on, some are notes that will be used in future stories, some are...