Unpredictable [Tomlinson Triplets & Harry Styles] discontinued

Duodecim

K/N: Duodecim = 12

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Harry Styles had told his Irish friend to wait for him as he walked up the staircase leading towards Lassiter's office.

The curly-headed cross-dresser stood in front of the cherry wooden door, debating whether or not to knock on the door.

Maybe Niall is right and this is all in my head. I mean, I've read a lot of fiction books to a point where I'm losing my mind, Harry thought to himself.

Then again, why to risk the factor of adults and children's lives may be at stake if I don't ask about it, Harry's conscious stated.

He had a mental argument with his inner thoughts, not realizing that the door had opened. It wasn't until he saw Juliet's face that had managed to pull him out of the war in his mind.

"Hello, Harry! Is there something I can help you with?" She asked in a calm tone.

Harry took a deep breath before nodding his head as an answer. Juliet invited him into Lassiter's office where said person was sitting at his desk, piles upon piles of paper were scrambled everywhere. A brown piece of paper had caught the corner of the curly man's eye before he found himself sitting in a chair.

He looked at Juliet with a pretend smile on her face and Lassiter, who had no expression on his face. The poor lad was beginning to doubt if confronting his two bosses about this chalice thing was even a good idea.

"What's on your mind Styles?" Lassiter suddenly asked.

Harry took a large gulp before sitting up straight and began to speak.

"What is this chalice item that you and Juliet were discussing about earlier?" Harry bluntly asked.

Both Librarians' face dropped onto the floor when the words came out of the man's mouth. No one was supposed to know about the chalice except for them.

"Before you scream at me, or even fire me," He muttered, "I heard about it from the two of you when I had come upstairs to invite Juliet to eat lunch with me and my co-worker."

Harry felt relieved as he saw the stress leave both of their bodies.

"And again, before you say anything, please hear me out. I will admit, I don't know anything about this chalice or its owner or why someone wants it so badly, or even what it's used for. But what I do know is this—the two of you need to retrieve said object before this Dark Prince—or whoever this person is—gets their hands on it.

I'm offering to retrieve this chalice so I can prove my true worthiness of being a Librarian of this establishment," Harry explained.

To say both leaders of the Library were speechless would have been an understatement. Never have they seen a person, more or less a Librarian, be willing to help them out with the pickle of a situation they were in. It was one of those rare traits that each one believed is a true Librarian.

"Alright Styles, you're in," Lassiter stated.

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K/N: It's October. Y'all know what that means...

1. More updates on this story

2. Everybody scream cause its almost Halloween 

Also, missed me? -Katty<3