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Louis' POV
It's only been a short few days of spending some time with Harold in his home and I've already fell madly in love with his library. It is extraordinary. There are books in that room that date back to the 19th century! I have read those older classics at least 10 times.
Not only is Harold's library extraordinary, but so is he himself. Without his fuming temper, he is quite pleasant. Everytime I'd be in the library exploring, he'd be there with me. He'd just sit at the table that's usually full of books and would quietly examine me. I wish I knew what he was thinking everytime he'd stare at me as I read or picked out a new book...
His mind is a fortress.
He's very, very...very intriguing mentally (and physically as well but that is between me, myself and I).
Currently, I am in his library (as always) at the very tippy top of one of the many lengthy shelves that decorated this beautiful space. I haven't been all the way up here before but the books up here are many of which I should have invested myself in the moment I entered the room. Harold had everything Shakespeare has ever written tucked away in this part of the library. Trying to keep them for himself...haha, I chuckled to myself as I grabbed "Hamlet" and slowly made my way down the long ladder.
I have the slightest idea on where Harold trotted off to. Looking at the Grandfather clock that was standing tall next to where I was currently standing, it was exactly 4:00 on the nose. After my (annoying) curiosity a few days back, I knew better than to bother him at 4:00. That's, obviously, when he'd prefer to be alone and play his guitar or...do whatever else he did alone.
As I was going to the table to read through my book, I couldn't help but allow my curiosity to take over a smidge at the thought of the side of Harold's house that I was not, at all, allowed to explore. After he showed me his library and I was ready to head back home, he set out a few rules for me (since I'd be in his home more often):
"Rule #1: I take my privacy very seriously, Louis. This means that I will not, and cannot, allow you to tell anyone (besides the obvious) about you being here and knowing of my existence. It's no one's business. Rule #2: You may explore my home as freely as you choose. I trust you enough to know that you exploring my home won't be harmful. And lastly, rule #3: don't...you...dare...go...to...the...westside...of...my...house. That should be "rule #1". Do you understand what "rule #3" means? Don't EVER go to that side of the house."
"Why can't I-"
"It's forbidden!"
That shut me up quick. At the time, I fully understood what Harold was telling me. However, as I think about it more and more...I get more curious.
I wonder if...I was sneaky enough...I could sneak a quick peak...
Shaking my head, I quickly rid away the stupid thoughts running through my mind and focused on the book in my hands.
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"You've been out an awful lot lately, Lou," my Uncle commented as I walked in the door to my warm home around 7:00.
I blush slightly as I take off my mittens, coat and beanie. "Yeah...I've just been exploring and what not," I respond poorly. I despise the fact that I can't tell my Uncle what I've been up to for the past few days. I tell him everything. I want to rave to him about Harold and the amazing wonders that is his library. I feel like I'm lying to him...and my Uncle never lied to me.
