Chapter 8

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Yeah I've no life plus im sick so....double update.

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I brought the red roses up to my nose, and inhaled the wonderful, lovely smell. I kicked the door shut, with my foot and I ventured back into my room. I looked at the clock almost noon, I had the photography class at three. I hoped Harry and I had the class together. I pictured him with a camera, dimples and all, smiling in the sunlight. Strange enough I found myself smiling, as I got in the shower. As I washed myself my mind took me on a journey, showing me what it would be like to walk around hand in hand with Harry, snapping photos of lifes little pleasures. Rising my hair, I thought about what kind of father Harry would be, he seems good with kids, but he has his moments that frighten me. Once done with my shower, I walked over to my suitcase "I really gotta unpack you"

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The next few hours I spent, unpacking, and getting everything set up in my hotel room. Finally when the clock struck half two, I was out the door with my camera in my hands. I'd never been one for photography but I suppose it really couldn't be too hard. I hailed a cab, and told the man where the class was being held and I was off. The buliding I arrived at was gorgeous, and it had a very unique architecture that gave off a renaissancey feel to it, the hallways were breath taking, just looking at the ceiling made me want cry.

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I followed the crowd of other students with camera cases, and cameras, and other photographical equiptment. And soon enough I spotted a mop of brown curls, he looked exquisite, his curls slicked back, his usual white t-shirt and black jeans hugged him in all the right places, over his shirt he had this adorable flannel, he looked so effortlessly beauitful it hurt.
(a/n it hurts me every day)

His jade green eyes locked with my honey ones and u recived a nod and a cheeky smile as he made his was over to where I was standing. If he wasn't tall enough, the boots he was wearing added an inch or two, so I had to look up at him as he gazed down at me. "Hello Doll, fancy seeing you here" he teased.

"Oh shut up Harry" I playfully shoved him.

"Did ya get my roses'?"

"Yes I did and they're quite lovely"

"Hearing you talk such british words, like 'quite' and 'lovely' and 'twat', throws me off cause of your american accent" he pondered aloud. I only nodded and brought my attention to the quite large man who had a bull horn, gathering us into a semi-circle.

"Is that the instructor...?" I asked.

"I don't know honestly, seems like he could be."

We both focused on the man as he spoke into the bullhorn.

"Okay class, thank you all for signing up, thank you for coming, ya de ya ya, you won't be needing you cameras today, we're just going to talk and learn got it?" The group nodded, "good now does anyone want to-" before he could finsh that sentence, Harry raised his hand and began to move towards the instructor. "Harry no" I whispered, he just waved me off and sent me a smirk. He was up to no good.

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Harry took the bullhorn out of the startled man's hands and cleared his throat. "Alright fellow class mates, we can all tell this is going to be boring and all of you seem over the age of 18 so why must we learn things So to help you, I'm going to tell a joke" I facepalmed, of course I thought, but I couldn't get  rid of the smile on my face.

"Alright, so- did you hear about the man who lost his left side?"

No one said a word. Absolutely no one.

"He's ALL-RIGHT now!!!" Harry nearly fell too the ground in fits of laughter. I quickly moved up to help him up, as the class laughed and the instructor was red in the face. Harry grabbed my hand and we ran for the exit, whilst Harry chanted "Viva la France." Once outside and when we both had stopped laughing, we noticed it was raining. Harry raised an eyebrow, "Miss Piper care to join me in a cilche rain kiss?" I nodded as he tucked a peice of my alburn hair behind my ear, and leaned it. Our lips touched and it was blissful, I knew I was certaintly falling fast for the curly haired beauty infront of me. I heard footsteps and peaked my eyes open and saw someone staring at us. And I didn't like the feeling it gave me as they slowly backed away, our eyes still locked. Harry was oblivious to this, but I knew someone was watching us, and it scared me.

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-A xxx

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