Riley’s POV:

*Saturday morning*

I wake up with a pounding head and fuzzy memory. I lift my face out of the pillow I’m drooling into and try to get my bearings. This isn’t my bed? Where the hell am I? I blink my eyes enough to unblur my vision and realize that it’s Harry’s bed. I don’t even remember leaving the club. How on earth did I get here?

It’s becoming too difficult to think so I face plant back into the down pillow only to feel the bed dip beside me not ten seconds later. I feel the covers being pulled down and a warm body replacing the cool space behind me. A long arm snakes around my waist, pulling me back into a naked chest.

“Mmnnh..” I murmur incoherently as Harry places small kisses down my jawline and neck.

“Good morning to you too,” his minty breath washes over my cheek as he positions his head right beside mine on the pillow. I realize then that I’m in nothing but my under garments when I feel my skin heat up under roaming fingertips.

“Wha happened last night..?” He stills against me and doesn’t make a sound for a couple seconds.

“Do you remember anything?” He whispers and I try my best to rack my brain and figure out the last thing I remember.

“We were dancing..and then I went to the bar..” I try to think harder but nothing comes back.

“I don’t want you to panic when I tell you this, okay? So please, try and stay calm. Just remember that you’re safe.” I start to feel my stomach twist as he takes a deep breath before talking.

“You were drugged last night.” My heart starts to pound as he continues. “A guy you met
from the shop, Jack, bought you a drink and slipped something in it without you noticing. He tried to…assault you in the parking lot outside the club. But Perrie told me just in time that she saw you with him and I found you before anything bad could happen.”

After he recaps the night, I feel the gears in my brain start to turn as a fuzzy picture of Jack’s face enters my thoughts.

“I remember him yelling at me to be quiet.” I shudder and I feel Harry pull me in close to his chest, kissing my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to save you, baby. I hate myself for letting you go to that bar alone. I should’ve been there and this wouldn’t have happened.” I can hear the hate in his voice and I turn over to look at him. His brow is scrunched and his eyes are closed. I take my thumb and gently rub it along his creased skin, forcing him to relax.

“Harry, stop. You did all you could do. I was the idiot who went by myself. It’s my fault. I’m just so glad you were there in time to stop him from..” I trailed off as I remember him forcing me up against the SUV. Harry can tell I’m slightly distressed and he cups my face with his massive hands.

“Look at me. No one will ever touch you like that again, understand? I am never letting you out of my sight. You’re safe with me.” I look into his hard eyes and I am instantly put to ease. He kisses my lips before pulling me into his bare chest.

I wrap one arm around his waist, forcing us closer together. I don’t want a single space between us. I snuggle into his warm body, breathing in his mouth watering scent before letting out a yawn.

“Why don’t you go back to sleep, babe. Try and get rid of this haze. It’s still only 8:00.” he whispers in my ear and within minutes I’m falling into a deep slumber as Harry hums a tranquil lullaby in my ear.

///

A pang of hunger and a loud grumble from my stomach pull me out of my wonderful sleep. I am STARVING. I feel behind me for a body, but find Harry’s spot in the bed is empty and cool; he must’ve stayed until I fell asleep. I look over to the bedside clock and see that’s it’s almost 2:00 in the afternoon. Wow, talk about a hangover.

I stretch my aching body underneath the covers, enjoying every crack of my stiff spine. I pull off the covers and swing my legs over the side of the bed and tip toe over to Harry’s dresser, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

I brush my teeth quickly to get rid of the sleep and fuzzy feeling from drinking so much last night. I need to remind myself of my limits! Stop before I’m ahead, that’s for sure.

Once I’m finished cleansing my mouth, I head down the stairs and towards the kitchen to grab a bowl of granola to eat. Once I’m finished and I finally feel full, I notice that I still haven’t seen Harry yet in his flat. He didn’t leave a note anywhere so he’s got to be here somewhere.

“Harry?” There’s no answer, but when I still to listen for any sign of life in the flat, I hear a faint grunting followed by the sound of a fist coming into contact with a large mass. I follow the noise down to a hallway I have actually never been down before and I stop when I hear the grunting become louder. I stop at the end of the hallway and stand in front of a cracked door. I hear the grunting start again and out of curiosity, I press the door open slightly to take a peek inside. My mouth drops open as I take in the view.

Harry is positioned in front of a large punching bag, hands wrapped in white tape, chest bare and wearing form fitted training shorts. His torso is drenched in sweat, which glistens and catches the light as he takes another jab at the punching bag.

I feel my core start to warm as I watch the cords of muscle in his shoulders tense as he moves swiftly around the suspended bag. I lick my lips when I look up at his face, hard with concentration. His eyes are narrowed in on his target and his lips open in a slight pout releasing small grunts every time he shoots his arms out to punch.

When he finally stops to take a break, I can barely contain a moan escaping my lips as he raises his arms to rest above his head, giving me a full view of his perfect back muscles. I have to pull my bottom lip into my mouth so he can’t hear my ragged breathing as I watch his torso rise and fall while he catches his breath.

“It’s not polite to stare, love.” I stumble against the door in surprise as I see him turn around to look at me, grinning widely. Dammit, how did he even see me?

I sheepishly open the door and stand in the doorway, wrapping my arms around my waist and shrugging at him.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you.” He laughs and comes over to cup my face in his hands and kiss me. I feel my legs start to ache as I try to hold my body upright while he’s got me in his grasp. I breathe in deep, letting myself enjoy his delicious scent of pure man and a hint of leftover cologne. Perfect.

“You didn’t interrupt. I was just about to take a break anyways,” he says while he strips the white tape off of his hands and throws it in the trash can next to me before going over to a sink to wash his hands.

“How’re you doing? You okay?” I’m assuming he’s asking how I’m feeling after he told me what happened to me this morning. I nod slowly as I answer him.

“Yeah. A little freaked out. But I’m good.” I walk in to his small gym and take a look around.

“I didn’t even know this was here. S’kinda cool.” I say as I trail my fingers over the cold metal dumbbell set on a shelf by me. “When did you learn to box?” I look over at him, blushing as I notice that he’s sitting on a bench staring intently at me.

Don’t look at his sweaty chest, don’t look at his sweaty chest, don’t look..too late.

“Actually just a few weeks ago. I thought it may come in handy one day.” He shrugs as he wipes his face off with a towel before running a hand through his somewhat damp hair.

God, he looks so good.

“You know, I took a few boxing classes before. The instructor said I was a natural.” I boast as sit down on a weird work out machine. I look over to see Harry trying to stifle a laugh and I shoot him a death glare.

“What’s so funny?!” He starts to laugh as he lays back on the bench.

“Nothing, it’s just the way you said that. I was picturing you..” Harry covers his eyes with his hand as he trails off and I feel my blood start to boil.

“What, you don’t think I could kick your ass?” I let out sarcastically, fully knowing I couldn’t. He was a god and I was, well, me. But his cockiness was getting under my skin. “C’mon, tough guy. Gimme some gloves and I’ll show you a thing or two.” This gets his attention and he sits up to look at me with a huge smirk on his face.

“If you insist, Miss Gray.” He hops up and walks over to a closet, pulling out two pairs of boxing gloves. I put the first one on and start to have difficulties with the second when I hear Harry perk up next to me.

“Need some help, love?” I stick out my tongue as I finally get my hand in the glove and bump them together.

“Alright, hot shot, let’s go!” Harry has his glove-clad hands on his hips as he shakes his head at me.

“Do we really have to do this? I don’t know how comfortable I feel sparring with my girlfriend. I don’t want to hurt you, babe.” This gets me riled up and I put my gloves up by my face, jumping closer towards him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do all the hitting. You just make sure to block.” With that I go in with a right jab, hitting him square on the cheek. I could tell he wasn’t expecting that and he brings his glove up to rub his cheek. I giggle as he looks at me with a surprised expression.

“Hey! Careful, love. This here’s the money maker.” I scoff and hit him in his shoulder. He chuckles and puts his gloves back up towards his face. We go back and forth and I start to feel myself breathing heavily as I get a few jabs in here and there. Some in his stomach, but most he blocks them with his hands. It doesn’t help that he towers over me in height.

“You know, you’re really not too bad. For a girl.” Harry grunts out as I hit him in his ribcage.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I breathe as I block one of his puny attempts to tap my forearms with his gloves.

“Well, I’m just saying. I could easily finish this right now. But I won’t. Because that would be wrong.” He chuckles and I start punching harder.

“Do it then! C’mon! I’m not afraid!” I stare right into his emerald gaze and I can tell he’s thinking. All of the sudden he’s pushing me up against the wall, pinning my arms beside my head. I’m staring at him with wide eyes, the room is silent except for our choppy breaths.

“Are you afraid now?” His eyes are hooded as he gazes into mine and I can feel that all too familiar warmth creeping into the pit of my stomach again.

“Did I tell you how sexy you look with my clothes on?” He dips his head down by my ear so our cheeks are touching, “And those boxing gloves..the things you do to me, Riley.” I almost black out from the sensation as he pulls my earlobe into his hot mouth, sucking on it until my breath hitches.

“I love how I can make you fall apart with just a few touches. It’s such a turn on, babe.” He closes the gap between our two sweaty bodies, trailing open mouth kisses across my jaw and down the side of my neck. He lingers his lips just shy of my collarbone and I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek as he nibbles at the skin on my clavicle.

“So sweet. And all mine.” He whispers into my skin and I can barely control my knees from knocking together. Once he’s satisfied with his attack, he pulls his head up to look at me. I’m staring into his eyes, noticing how large his dark pupils have gotten, and I let my gaze linger down to his perfect mouth. The mouth I just felt on my skin. The lips I crave to feel on mine.

Before I can even think, I’m breaking his hold on my arms and throwing them around his neck, crushing my lips to his. I move hungrily against his mouth and he wastes no time doing the same. His arms wrap tightly around my waist and I let out a groan as he pulls me hard into his chest.

“These need to come off.” Harry growls as he breaks our kiss to start pulling our gloves off. He throws them across the room. As soon as we’re free from the gloves, his hands come down to cup the underside of my bum and lift me up so I’m straddling him. He pushes me flush against the wall, continuing his assault on my lips.

I let my head fall back against the wall and moan as I feel his crotch grind forcefully into my warm core. He begins to suck ravenously on the sweet spot of my neck. I let my hands grab hold of his curls, tensing my fingers as he flicks his tongue over the new love bite. I drag his mouth to mine again, paying extra attention to his puffy bottom lip.

“I want to make you feel good, baby. Please, let me make you feel good.” His whisper into my mouth sends a jolt of pleasure to my already aching center.

“P-please, Harry.” I can barely speak out his name, my mind overloaded with desire. He tightens his grip underneath my bum and pulls me off the wall. I place wet kisses along his jaw as he walks us over to the bench he was sitting on earlier, letting me slip from his grasp.

“Sit.” He orders me and I follow instructions, plopping down on the cushioned bench. My eyes go wide as he crouches down in front of my slightly parted legs. He brings both hands on either side of my hips, gently massaging the jutted bones before dropping two fingers underneath the waistband of my sweatpants. He slowly drags them down my legs and throws them off to the side.

“Take your shirt off.” His eyes burn into mine and without breaking eye contact I lift the black shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my bra and knickers. His eyes darken as he drinks in my newly bare skin.

Harry shifts to his knees in front of me and threads his fingers through my hair as he presses his lips hard onto mine. Our mouths begin to move and I open mine slightly to let him explore inside. His tongue swirls slowly around my own, making my fingertips go numb.

He lets go of my mouth, leaving me panting as he travels down my jaw, my neck, my chest and ends at the lace of my bra. His finger slips underneath the left strap, forcing it down my shoulder. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he uses his free hand to pull the cup of the bra down over my breast and covers the sensitive area with his mouth. I arch my back towards him, hoping the movement will make him start to roll his tongue around, which he does. I whimper as he traces circle after circle over the tender peak and I find myself becoming more aroused with each flick of his tongue. He finally lets go of my breast and glances up at me, eyes filled with desire.

“Sit back.” God, why were his commands so hot? I comply and rest my weight on my hands behind me. Harry positions himself directly in between my legs, pushing them out away from each other with his pointer fingers. I shudder as he places angel soft kisses to my inner thighs. How does someone go from so commanding to delicate in a matter of seconds?

“Oh, baby, you’re already so wet for me.” He sighs and my head lolls back as I stifle a whimper when he trails a finger all the way down the front of my lingerie. His finger comes back up to press firmly onto the sensitive bud just underneath the thin cloth. He begins to move around it slowly, forcing choppy breaths to escape my lips. I stare down at him and I can see a small smirk flash across his face.

I lift my hips slightly so he can pull my underwear down over my legs. I let my legs fall apart and watch Harry exhale approvingly as he looks down at my womanhood, already glistening with arousal.

“So beautiful.” My cheeks start to burn pink and he can tell he’s made me blush. “Really, love, you are so gorgeous.”

He places one of his hands on the top of my pelvic bone and uses the other to swipe two fingers up my sex. I buck against his touch, my sensitivity at an all-time high. He rubs his thumb over my aching bud and I cry out in ecstasy. Moving his unoccupied hand, Harry gently pushes one of his long fingers into my entrance, causing me to clench down around him.

“H-Harry..” I moan out as he adds another finger inside me, moving in short strokes while his thumb works in small circles around the bundle of nerves. I begin to feel a delicious climax building inside me and my eyelids flutter closed.

My head snaps up as I feel all the stimulation come to a halt. I look down at Harry with blazing eyes and he chuckles.

“Easy, babe, I’m just repositioning.” I’m instantly at ease when I feel his fingers enter me again and begin to pump inside me, bringing back the warm feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Oh my god!” I cry out as I feel Harry’s warm mouth encase my swollen nub, sucking on it ever so gently. I have to drop down to my elbows as my arms become too weak to hold me upright. From the quick penetration by his fingers to the wonders he’s doing with his tongue, I feel myself getting closer and closer to release.

“H-Harry..I’m s-so close..” I manage to get out between clenched teeth and I feel him double his efforts, causing me to lie flat on the bench. My back arches as his fingers curl upwards and hit the hypersensitive spot inside me.

“I know, baby, my fingers are drenched.” He breathes against my hot skin. I feel my toes start to painfully curl as I’m almost ready to let go.

“Oh..yeah..oh..Harry..” I reach down to grasp onto Harry’s curls, pushing him closer towards my center.

“Come for me, baby, I want you come all over my fingers.” And with that growl released from his mouth, I experienced an earth-shattering orgasm. My whole body convulses as I let the waves of pleasure wash over me; I feel my walls contracting around his fingers as he continues to drive them inside me.

Once I had completed, I feel his presence leave me and I instantly miss it. I shakily pick my head up to see him licking my orgasm off his fingers and it was single handedly the sexiest thing I have ever experienced.

“Oh, baby, you taste so good. So sweet. So perfect.” He licked his lips before climbing over me and kissing my mouth. I could still taste myself on him and for some reason I stuck my tongue out to drag it across his lower lip. He shuddered before leaning his forehead on mine.

“You are so sexy, it’s unbelievable.” I closed my eyes and smiled. “Also, happy anniversary, love.”

///

After our steamy romp in the gym, we hop in the shower to clean up for Harry’s “surprise” anniversary date he has planned for us. He still hasn’t told us where were going, even after I offered a shower blow job. The boy is keeping his word.

“Okay, so you promise you’re going to stay down here until I come get you?” Harry eyes me while I’m back in my bedroom at Liam’s.

“Yes, yes, I promise..how long are you going to take?” I whine and he laughs while he comes over and pecks me on the top of my head.

“Give me 45 minutes, love.” I groan as he closes my bedroom door, leaving me restless. I decide to sketch to pass the time and I’m just about to start when there’s a knock at the door followed by a nervous Liam calling out from behind it.

“Ri? You decent?” I holler for him to come in and I’m shocked when I see a worrisome look on his face. He paces around my room a few times before speaking.

“I need your help.” He stops pacing and stares down at me with his big brown puppy dog eyes. “Does this outfit look okay?”

I’m thrown by his question, but I look down at his brown boots, dark wash jeans, navy blue button up and a gray form-fitted sport coat. His hair is styled in its usual quiff and he’s waiting for my response.

“I think you look great.” He heaves a sigh of relief. “Why? What’s going on?”

“Well..I, uh..kinda have a..date tonight.” He scuffs his boots together as I squeal.

“Ohmygosh! That’s so great! Is it with that same girl you’ve been telling me about? What’s her name again? Danielle?” He sheepishly nods and I clap my hands together.

“Yeah. I’m taking her out to eat and a stroll in the park. Nothing too fancy.” I clutch my chest and let out a long sigh.

“Li, you’re so romantic. It’s so simple. But perfect.” I can see him start to blush. “Do I get to meet her tonight? Huh? Huh? Please say yes! Pleeeeease?” I clasp my hands together and sit up on my knees on my bed. He rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips.

“Only if you behave yourself!” I nod my head furiously and cross my heart. The doorbell rings and I rush past him to answer it, ignoring his shouts to let him do it. I swing the door open, surprising the girl standing outside.

“Hi! You must be Danielle! I’m Riley, Liam’s roommate. He’s told me SO much about you!” I don’t hesitate to pull her in for a hug and I can hear her laugh.

“So glad I finally get to meet the infamous Riley!” I let go of my hold on her and blush. Liam finally comes up behind us, giving me an evil eye as he goes around me to say hello to Danielle.

“Aww, how cute!” Danielle giggles and pulls a loose strand of curls behind her ears and I can tell Liam is reconsidering his okay-ing me to meet her.

“Okay, we’re going to leave now.” Liam says through semi-clenched teeth. I wave to Danielle as he leads her out the door.

“Don’t stay out too late! Make sure to wear protection!” I laugh as he quickly shuts the door after that last statement. I’m going to be in big trouble when he gets back later tonight.

I’m about to go back to my drawing when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. My heart patters as I see Harry’s name pop up.

Harry: Make sure to wear clothes you won’t mind getting ruined :) xx

What?

I go change into a pair of old jean capris and a gray short sleeve shirt. I snuggle back into my bed and sketch until I hear my front door open about twenty minutes later. Harry knocks softly and enters my room.

“I’m ready for you, babe.” I jump up and he grabs my hand, leading me towards the lift and back up to his place. I’m fidgeting like a 5 year old at an amusement park and he pulls me in by my waist to calm me down.

We walk inside his dark apartment and I am hit with a wall of delicious scents that start to make my mouth water. He grabs my hand and takes me over to the dining room where he’s lit two dozen candles, placing them in all parts of the room. The table is set with very expensive looking china and I see our plates are covered by sterling silver domes.

“Madame, your dinner awaits you.” Harry says in a terrible French accent. I beam at him as he pulls out my chair from behind me, pushing me in towards the table. He lifts the dome off my plate, showing me a beautiful display of scrumptious food.

“I made your favorite. Salmon with bruschetta and white sauce. And we have some steamed asparagus and cous cous on the side. Bon appétit!” He kisses his fingers before sitting down at the table setting next to me.

“Harry, this looks amazing! Thank you, baby.” I lean over and give him a quick kiss. “So sweet of you.” I place my napkin in my lap and dig into the food, groaning with satisfaction as the fish melts in my mouth.

“Ohmygod..this is amazing.” Harry chuckles as he spoons some cous cous in his mouth.

“But I’m confused, why did you tell me to wear clothes I don’t mind getting dirty in?” I look at him quizzically and he picks up a piece of asparagus.

“That’s the surprise.” I huff a deep breath out.

“Wait..THIS wasn’t the surprise?” He bites down on the green vegetable and shakes his head with a big smile on his face. I’m starting to think he just enjoys getting me so frustrated. Once we’re done with dinner and wash the dishes, he goes to get a coat and his car keys from his bedroom.

“We have to leave? Where the hell are we going? Styles, you’re really killing me with all this surprise nonsense!” I shout up to him from my spot on the sofa. He hops down the steps, throwing me a pair of sweat pants and a jumper, and I give him a ‘please explain’ look.

“You’re just going to need them later.” He grabs my hand and we make our way down to his car. I’m looking out the window at the city going by, trying to figure out where he could be taking me and why I needed a change of clothes. We finally stop in front of a nameless building and pull in to a deserted parking lot. Harry turns his car off and looks at me with twinkling eyes.

“Ready?” I shake my head and shrug my shoulders.

“I guess. Even though I have no idea what we’re doing.” He laughs and we both get out of the car. I threw on the jumper he gave me, not thinking that I would be needing something warm to wear when I left my flat earlier. Harry pulls a keychain out and picks one of the dozen keys to open up the front door. We head up the staircase to the top floor. Harry pulls out another key and opens the door up to a dark room.

“Alright, so is this some kind of joke or some-” I don’t finish my sentence when Harry turns on the light and I find myself standing in a huge art studio. Dozens of different size pieces hang from the brick walls and my mouth is wide open as I look at all of them.

“A client and good friend of mine is a painter. This is his studio and his own art work.” Harry says behind me. I spin around in slow circles, admiring the beautiful creations, stopping when I get back around to Harry who is leaned up against the door frame looking at me.

“Harry…this is amazing. These are stunning.” He grins and walks over to me, snaking his arms around my waist. I let my arms rise to cradle his face and press my lips softly on his. When I pull away I look up at him with questioning eyes. “But what are we doing here?”

“Well, the guy that owns the place needed a new piece to take up an empty spot in his other studio, so I thought we could help him out and make a masterpiece of our own.” He let his arms fall to my hips as he slowly spins me around and points to the corner of the studio. There are four tarps laid down with a large piece of canvas centered in the middle. Buckets of unopened paint are lining one part of the tarps.

“Surprise. What do you think?” I feel strong arms grasp my body and pull me close to a warm chest. Harry peppers soft kisses on my neck as I take in the gift in front of me. I’m almost speechless at the gesture that I can barely form a sentence to say thank you.

“I’m..I don’t even..this is..incredible.” I breathe and I feel him smile against my skin. “This is the most thoughtful present..”

“You deserve it. Happy one month, love.” I turn around in his arms and kiss him hard, running my hands through his soft curls. I release myself from his mouth and drag him excitedly over to the canvas. We take our shoes and socks off and pour the paints into plastic tins.

“So, how are we going to do this?” Harry stands back to analyze the space and I laugh at him.

“It’s not a science project, Harold! Just grab some paint and go with it!” I pick up a tin of blue paint and scoop some in my hand before splattering it all over the white canvas. Harry looks at me with wide eyes, laughing while he takes a tin of green paint and follows suit.

We use our hands and feet to stamp prints all over the painting and Harry gets the idea to put a red butt print in the corner. It takes us a while to cover the canvas but we finally finish. I step back, wiping my paint covered hands on a towel, admiring our hard work. Harry comes to stand next to me, slinging an arm around my shoulders.

“We did pretty good, if I do say so myself.” Harry states and I kiss him on his cheek, avoiding the streak of green paint on his cheekbone.

“That we did, babe, that we did.” I smile up at him and he looks down at me.

“Thank you, Harry. This was the best anniversary I’ve ever celebrated. Actually the only one I’ve ever celebrated; Heath never remembered.” I can feel Harry stiffen as I say his name.

“Well that’s because the guy was a proper twat.” He huffs and I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him lightly on the lips.

“I know. But now I have you,” I whisper and he leans his forehead down to rest against mine.

“You do. And don’t you ever forget it.” I close my eyes, grateful for the security I feel when I’m in his arms. He tips my head up with his fingers and he stares into my eyes; his face screws up as his eyes dart to a spot on my face.

“You got some paint on your cheek.”

“Well get it off.” He reaches his hand up and I screech as I feel him wipe a wet mark across my face.

“You asshole!” I yell, picking up a scoop of paint as I chase after him. Good thing we brought that change of clothes.

Notes

Finally got this up!!

If any of you read my other story, sorry this beginning is going to be a repeat from the other story! First off, before I get into anything, I just want to say a HUGE thank you for being so understanding in this difficult time for me. And all of your wonderful comments you left on this story; I cherish every single one of you. Thank you so so much! Anywho, I'm safe, but my car was totaled. Stupid snowy Ohio highways. So I've just got a lot going on right now that has just been completely stressing me out. Now that I have to buy another car and my Dad is making me pay for my car insurance now AND also said he no longer feels obligated to pay for my tuition because he's an asshole, I have to put off graduating college until next year when I can get more loan money. Which I'm really sad about. So, I think once school is over this semester, I'm going to throw myself into writing to keep my mind occupied.

Alright, now that I got that sad part out of the way, onto the story! How did you like this chapter? Got a little bit of smut in there for ya ;)

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