Living in London

It's so Fluffy Im Gonna Die!!!

HARRY'S POV

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I pulled my hood up around my face once Ari and I had left our flat. I had already seen people on twitter had suspected that she (@AriTaylor) was the '#mysteryflatmate'. I don't understand though- the picture was not linked to her or her twitter at all but some fangirls still found her. Dang Sugarscape for getting that trending. The boys also were being spammed about it in their mentions and Eleanor was being inboxed on Facebook so much that her inbox server actually crashed at one point. That is why it is important people don't recognize me today. Hence the hood.

"Where should we start?" I asked her, slipping my arm around her waist.

"Home-wares? I dunno, I need something to decorate my room a little."

"Home-wares it it!" I said loudly and a few pedestrians turned to give us weird looks. Ari just pushed her sunglasses off her head and down over her eyes.

I let her run free in Ikea. Who doesn't love Ikea?

"I'm planning to come here with you, Elle, Dani and the boys," I told her, "so we can play a huge game of pairs hide and seek." She turned to look at me over her glasses.

"That. Sounds. Awesome."

I grinned at her and she continued to stare at me like I had just invented something awesome, rather than suggested a game of hide and seek in Ikea. "You go get what you want and meet me back here in half an hour?" I suggested, walking to the sign that said 'Welcome to Ikea' in big, bright writing.

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Deal."

We both went our separate ways and I wandered aimlessly through the aisles until I found what I was looking for.

Purple rug? To big.

Personalized champagne glass? Too small.

Crystal chandelier? Too fancy.

Photo frame? Too plain.

Heated and vibrating, green toilet seat cover? Too weird.

That. I spotted something on a shelf against the far wall and picked it up. Perfect.

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"I got you something," I told Ari as we headed back to the flat. We decided that we would drop our bags back there before continuing shopping since hers were fairly big and she was also holding a huge printed canvas under her arm. Being the gentleman I am I offered to take it but she refused to give it to me. Usually I would have fought her for it by now but I've recently learnt that she is incredibly stubborn.

"Why?" she asked and for a second I thought she could read minds before I realized that she was asking why I got her something.

"Most people say 'thanks' but I guess why works too," I joked. "Just a little... room-warming gift, I guess."

"You didn't have to do that," she said, her hair whiling over her shoulder as she turned to look at me.

"I know," I shrugged. "But I wanted to."

"Aw, thank you!" she said with a smile, leaning the canvas against the wall to unlock the flat.

Before she could protest I picked it up and carried it inside.

"It's a little weird, just to warn you," I said.

"It's not the vibrating toilet seat I saw, is it?" she asked with a cringe.

"Er, no." I reached into my own bag and pulled out a giant, stuffed pink and purple raccoon. I know it is strange, but it was cute and fluffy and girls like that crap apparently. I held it out to her and she gasped and ran at it and hugged it.