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"Hello." Harry says. His voice was so deep. And it definitely wasn't the drugs and alcohol that made his lips that plump and pink.

"What are you doing here?" I look around him to make sure there was no one behind him ready to throw eggs at the house.

I take note of the flowers in his hands and furrow my eyebrows.

"I wanted to apologise. We hadn't welcomed you into the neighbourhood in a good way... at all. And I'm sorry. So here." He hands me the flowers and I hesitate to take them.

"Uh- thank you." My eyebrows are still furrowed. I realised I still had the half eaten apple in my hand and I awkwardly smiled.

"Was the meeting okay?" He asked.

"How'd you remember that?" I ask.

He shrugs. "Good memory."

"Yeah, for a guy on drugs." I say.

"I wasn't on drugs." He exclaims.

"Your eyes say different."

He smirks. That damn smirk. "You're funny." His hands are behind his back, black t shirt clung to his chest and right skinny jeans. A gold cross necklace hung from his neck and his fingers scattered in rings. His hair looks soft and fluffy, compared to it being damp from sweat last night.

"I know." I agree.

"You live here with your husband?" He asks.

I chuckle. "You think I'm that old to be married?"

"Just a question."

"No. He's my boyfriend." I answer.

"So how old are you?" Harry asks, and I wonder if he's ever going to leave my doorstep.

"A question you should never ask a lady." I put the flowers down on the windowsill.

"I'll guess then."

"No! Don't do that. I'd rather not be offended." I cut him off. "I'm 25."

"Oh. You look younger."

"Not sure if that's a compliment." I say.

"It is. What's your name?" He bit his lip and I almost fall.

"You ask a lot of questions." I laugh. "It's Phoebe."

"You gonna eat that?" Harry nods his head forward to my apple and I lift my hand up to look at it, even though I knew what was there.

"Why? Do you want it?" I say sarcastically.

"Sure." He grabs it from my hand and takes a bite from it, turning away.

"Uh.."

"I'll see you around." He waves, proceeding to cockily eat the apple as he walks away.

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