Clarity

That night I had gotten little sleep for my guilt made me restless.
Everytime I closed my eyes whispers would fill my ears that taunted my aching heart with warnings, and plea's.
A few times during the night I had actually almost gone to wake up Gemma and call off the deal, but then I would look at my Harry and remember my cause.
Was a bad person?
Yes.
Was I stupid?
Probably.
Did I love him?
More then anything.
Harry made me feel the kind of love you would cross oceans for, leave loved one's for, do anything for.
And anways Gemma had agreed not to tell so the only way Harry would find out is if I accidently slipped up, but I had a feeling that this time my resistence wouldn't shatter.
Finally though with all those torturous thoughts being produced, I had managed to fall into an uneasy sleep that was filled with darkness for my mind produced no dreams that night.
When I woke up the next morning my 'Drop It Likes It's Hot' ring tone was blaring from the dresser next to the bed where I had left my cell yesterday, and Harry's side of the bed was empty. Sitting up with a yawn, I ran a hand down my face before answering it.
"Hello?" I mumbled, my voice groggy from just waking up. "Mr. Tomlinson? This is Jen." A fenimine voice said in response, and immediately I sat up a little straighter against my pillows.
Jen worked in the office building of the sports foundation where I was a football coach, and she didn't normally call people unless she had bad news. A fact in which instantly unsettled my awakening body.
"Oh hey, what's up?" I asked, biting down on my lip softly. "I called to tell you that you have to pick up your things." She said, the clacking sound of her hitting keys on a keyboard in the background.
"What? Why?" I asked, wondering if she had been referring to a possesion or something I left behind accidently last time I coached.
"Didn't you get Derek's call? He called you on Halloween." She said, and a deep frown crossed my face as I put her on speaker then went to my contacts selection so I could check my call log.
The only one who had called me on Halloween was Shailene when we had gotten separated at the party.
"No. I didn't get any call from Derek." I said, feeling a lump of antisipation appear in my throat. "Oh. Well then he must've only called one of you." She said, the frown being audible in her voice.
''About what?" I asked, standing up and pacing around the room to stretch my sore legs as I continously ran a hand through my hair. One of my many nervous habits.
"Derek decided to replace you. Originally he was just going to replace Carson, but then two guys with a bit more experiance stepped up and he saw them as a good oppertunity for the foundation, meaning he'd have to boot you out to." She informed, and immediately I became quiet in shock.
Replacing me? Firing me? Booting me out? It all sounded surreal! I had worked at that foundation for two years, and they were firing me for fresh meat?
"Louis I'm so sorry, I know you love it here. If we had another job for you we would give it to, but what Derek says goes." Jen appoligized, most likely taking my silence as a reaction of anger. She was right.
"Derek can't fire me, because I quit." I then said, my voice tight as I hung up and threw my phone on the bed. My body was shaking. I wasn't sure why though.
Yes I was angry, yes I was upset beyond belief, yes I was going to file a long complaint to Derek and demand last month's pay in full, but overall I wasn't sure why I was shaking. It wasn't violently, just the way you do when you shiver.
Sighing deeply I ran my hands down my face, and plopped down on the bed in defeat. Maybe this was punishment for making the deal with Gemma? Maybe the big man decided I needed to learn a lesson?
I immediately then shook off those thoughts, because I had already been fired before the deal. I just didn't know it.
Then at the reality of my situation I realized I was unemployed, meaning I couldn't pay for my apartment. I couldn't pay for gas. I couldn't pay for food. I'd have to ask my parents for money, and I'd have to start job hunting the moment I got out of class later this day, because my rent was due in two weeks and I didn't have even half the amount saved.
I would've, if I had been that type of person, gone to Harry and asked for a loan but I rather keep my personal problems to myself since he was dealing with his own at the moment. It wasn't a big deal anyways.
If worse came to worse I'd get a dorm at the collage (for half the price of my current residence) with Marcus who's room mate conviently moved out last month, but for now I'd just look for a job.
Exhaling a long breath I decided to expell any stressful thoughts from my mind to prevent destraction in class today. If I got destracted in class Harry would definately notice, and later I'd get pelted with questions as to why.
So I would have to put on a show I didn't have a mini ball of stress curling up in my stomach like a snake.
Once I felt like I had recovered enough from the shock of the announcement that my employment at the foundation had died, I decided to get ready for the day and go pick up my stuff at the Foundation before going to school.
Getting up I wandered over to Harry's draws then selected a pair of black skinny jeans, and a white t-shirt with a black color. After I pulled the clothes on I went into the bathroom to borrow Harry's toothbrush, and hair brush.
I really did to start leaving an overnight bag here at Harry's, even though I didn't mind wearing his clothes. All of his clothes smelled like him, so therefore I had a bit of Harry with me all day.
Of course though I did have to cuff up the jeans, because Harry was freakishly tall, and I was freakishly not tall. When I had finished my preparation for the day I decided to make ways downstairs, and see what Maddie had whipped up for breakfest.
Luckily on my walk down to the kitchen I didn't make the accquantence of any unwanted company, except one of Harry's extra maids that came in a couple of times a week to help with the cleaning. That being a fact Maddie told me a little while back.
"Good morning dear." Maddie called out upon the moment I step foot into her forever spick and span kitchen. "Hey Maddie, what's for breakfest?" I asked, walking over to the stools, and pulling myself up on one so I could rest my elbows on the counter.
"Whatever Harry decided to make you. Gosh that lad loves to spoil you." She said, giving me a sly smile that made my cheeks tint a soft pink. "I wish he wouldn't. Him hanging out with me is enough, I've been the type of boyfriend to demand gifts." I inform, and Maddie laughs.
"That's good, that tells me your not snobby." She says, walking over to the oven that was set on a low setting, and she opened it before pulling out a plate that was covered in tinfoil.
"Harry told me to keep this in the oven to keep it warm." She said, laying the platter in front of me, and I nodded with a smile. "He's special." I sighed, and Maddie laughed once more as she weaved her way back over to the oven to turn it off, and shut the door.
"Be careful pulling off the tinfoil. It might be hot." She warned, and I nodded. Then with that we became quiet as I gently pryed off the wrapping, being causious not to burn my fingers or palm as I did so.
When the wrapping was then off I couldn't help but smile at the breakfest he had made me. Laying on the plate was a giant, choclate chip, heart shape pancake the had an open note on the top.
'Get ready for a surprise later ;) ~Your Sexy Mr. Styles xXXx'
Shaking my head at his habit of leaving notes in my food, I slipped out my phone and snapped a picture of the pancake in all it's glory before digging in. "What do his notes usually say? I always see you pulling one off the plate?" Maddie asked curiously, and I shrugged.
"Just sappy stuff like 'I love you' or 'I can't wait to see you' or 'I got a surprise for you', you know. Adorable, dorky stuff like that." I said, feeling a wide grin spread onto my face as I pocketed the note. Upon knowing Harry had a surprise for me today made me feel a bit better now.
He always was a good drug to take.
"He's such a doll." Maddie sighed, shaking her head as she pulled out a rag and began wiping off the counter. "He is. Harry is a little ray of sunshine, and mood swings." I said, my voice playful, and Maddie nodded in agreement.
"Harry is a very peculiar sort of person, you don't meet very many like him, and when you do it's a good idea to keep them around because they make the best pals." Maddie stated, her well worded description of Harry flowing nicely.
"Very true. He has a good heart even though he may not see it." I pointed out, slicing off a long piece of the heart pancake with my fork, and stuffing it in my face.
And with that our short conversation had finished because Maddie had chores to do, and I had food to eat before going down to the foundation.
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"Hey! Look who decided to show up today!" Shailene called out upon me getting out of my car, and I grinned at her as I slung my backpack over my shoulders.
"I decided to take a break from the drugs today." I said playfully, kicking my door shut, and locking it before pocketing the keys. "I always knew you were a druggy." My friend teased back, slinging an arm around my waist before giving me a hug, one in which I returned.
"Where's Marcus?" I asked after we had slipped out of our embrace, and she shrugged. "He had to go home early today, wasn't feeling well." She said, and I nodded with sympathy as we began to walk across the lot and into the school.
"Well isn't that a shame, I was hoping to see him today, I had some importent stuff to talk to him about." I said, referring to possibly moving into his dorm at the end of the month if I couldn't find a job by then.
After I had finished eating back at Harry's house, I pulled on my jacket, and slipped on my shoes then mades ways down to the foundation where I gathered my things, and said my final goodbye's to the kids who were in the care of the new coaches right now.
I wanted badly to say something nasty to my old boss Derek, but decided to stay on his good side in case I needed to hand his number over to someone who was considering hiring me. Once I had finished my last visit to the foundation I drove back to my apartment for the first time in a week.
When I had settled back in, putting my mountain of mail away, turning up the heat, etc. I had gone downstairs to the offices to request an expansion on the due date of my rent due to the surprise release from my job.
Luckily the manager of collecting the rents from the tendents agreed to give me a pardon instead of an expansion, just for this month since I had lived here two years, and never once missed paying my rent. So I suppose you could call that a lucky break.
Once I had assured myself there would be no complications with bills and such, I took the liberty of looking up jobs, and I must say it is stressful work.
Sadly there weren't many open jobs for collage students at the moment, unless I wanted to flip burgers of course which would be one of my absolute last resorts.
I did almost call my parents a couple of times and tell them what happened but I didn't want to worry them or stress them out, and I was handling the situation pretty well so I would just roll with it. "What kind of importent things?" Shailene asked, and I shook my head.
"Nothing you need to worry about, boy stuff." I say, using my tone that meant drop it, which she did. "So where were you yesterday?" She asked, moving onto the next topic. "I was sick." I said quickly. It was half true, I did feel nauseated most of the day yesterday.
"Oh." She said in response, then her eyes drifted down to my finger. "Where did you get that ring?" She then inquired, and I bit my lip as I looked down at it as well. "Oh..um..I got it as a souvenir in Cheschire! I thought it looked cool." I said, slipping my hand with the ring on it into my pocket.
"Okay. You never seemed like the ring type though." She said, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. "You don't know me." I then responded, my voice to defensive, but much to my relief she instantly dropped that topic as well.
For the rest of the walk in we were both quiet.
Occasionally me or her would say hi to a familiar face, but other then that we were both quiet. I admit, I could feel a bit of tension brewing between me and Shailene even though neither of us had done anything to show such a thing.
Except maybe a bit at the party.
At the party Shailene had been pesturing me with questions about what I've been up to lately, because I had seermed distant, and she also mentioned my friendship ending with Carson. She claimed she found it suspicious it would end just like that.
Of course though I made as many excuses as I could. I did feel bad though. Since I got with Harry it seemed almost as if I was abandoning everyone. I hadn't seen my sisters in nearly two month's, I barely hung out with Shailene, and I was frequently skipping classes like I did yesterday.
All of those actions for me were out of character, so naturally she was going to get suspicious. "Well here we are. See you around." Shailene said as I stopped at the door of Harry's class, and she kept walking with out another glance or word. Yeah, I might've made her mad.
This just wasn't my day. Sucking in a deep breath to calm myself, I stepped inside the noisy classroom. Just as Shailene had said Marcus was no where to be seen, and as usual Carson was sitting in the back with his new druggy friends.
At the sight of him I felt my stomach curl, remembering his nasty words on the phone when Harry called him on our trip last week. Swallowing the rising lump in my throat I looked over at my Harry to calm myself. I had to admit he looked unbelievably hot today, and could pass for eighteen.
As usual he was leaning against his desk, twirling a lollipop in his mouth, but he had an extra accessery today. Black rim glasses. I had never seen Harry in glasses before, so I couldn't help but stare at him for a moment. Gosh Harry was a turn on in glasses.
"Need something Mr. Tomlinson?" Harry then asked, snapping me out of my daze, and I shook my head. "No. I'm good." I said quietly, smiling softly at him, then turning away to walk back up to my desk.
There it was again, the curl of guilt in my stomach, but I forced it away the best I could. Sighing, I plopped down into my desk, and dropped my bag next to me as I sat back. No one had noticed my presence's.
Usually when I walked in I got highfives, and hello's but today no one paid attention to me. Except Carson who threw a bunched up piece of paper at the back of my head, but I managed to ignore him for fear I'd go off on him in class.
Today just seemed to be getting better and better. Inhaling deeply I then laid my head down on the desk and wrapped my arms around it in a protective circle as Harry cleared his throat.
"Alright, so once everyone gets settle we'll be watching a movie today." Harry announces, then holds up a black box with red cursive on it.
"My movie choice today will be Romeo and Juliet, since we need to close off our Shakespere unit, an event we didn't get the chance to do because we've been skipping around in this class." He chuckled, and a few girls from his fan club laughed as I rested my chins in my hand so I could look at him.
"Also, my other announcement is that the following day I've arranged for us to take an all expense paid class trip to see the Romeo and Juliet play down town if any of you are interested." He informed, his eyes grazing over the ground then landing on me for a moment.
There it was. The Harry smile. A smile that had a lollipop in it the bloody arse. "Any questions?" He asked, stretching out his index finger and letting it drift around the room incase anyone raised a hand, but everyone remained quiet. "Good, then lets start the film."
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The film had been pure torture. No, no, don't get me wrong it was a really good modern day Romeo and Juliet film most assured! Nope. It was Harry Edward Styles doing his everyday routines that made the movie torture.
During the film Harry had popped open his laptop, and was doing who know's what with it. Then in the mist of him doing whatever with it, he started to become frustrated. At first his frustration was funny, but then it became hot.
As he became more frustrated him eating the lollipop became more sexualized, and the way he fiddled with his glasses was hot. I don't know how, but it was.
Then when he stood up to flip over the laptop and pull out the battery his muscles flexed behind the fabric of his tight black t-shirt, and black skinny jeans that matched mine.
So as you can imagine by the time the credits were rolling up, and Harry was calm agan I had a boner from hell. Of all the days I picked to wear skinny jeans.
Luckily when the lights flickered back on there enough confusion from everyone going into an uproar of conversation that I could destract myself from Harry, even though I had no one to talk to for a moment.
"I hope you guys like the story, because it will be your escape from hell when we go on that class trip." Harry chuckled, and once again his fan club laughed as the chatter began to die down for everyone was over the shock of the lights being turned on.
"Now. I have one more announcement today, but this is a fun one so no worries." Harry bellowed, holding up a hand for silence that was quickly granted. If I had to give Harry credit for anything it would be the fact that he could silence this class.
"Now. My final announcement is something I would hope you all will enjoy. I'm going to have a coloring contest to get the creativity wheels of this class moving again." Harry notified, and a few excited exclamations went around the room as my hand shot up, for I saw an oppertunity to make a comment.
Harry did say to keep my attitude towards him to avoid suspicion. But instead of calling me out as he usually did, Harry bit down on the lollipop, and made his way over to my desk before kneeling down next to it on one knee and resting his elbow on my desk.
"Yes Mr. Tomlinson?" Harry asked softly, his minty lollipop breath fanning my face as he licked his lips with a red tongue, and fixed his glasses. There goes the throb in my fading boner again.
"For starters take the glasses off, I can't color inside the lines with a boner." I said softly, only loud enough for him to comprehend, then quickly added loudly for everyone else to hear, "Will there be prizes? Perhaps an option to draw on you?" I asked, a smirk at the thought appearing on my face, and Harry shook his head at me with a smile he was trying to conceal.
"Louis, sometimes I need my glasses. Your gonna have to live with it, but I can fix your little problem later." Harry whispered, managing to hide his smirk as he winked then stood up.
"Alright so I'll say this. I will choose three people who I think did the best coloring to draw on me as a prize and the rest get candy!" He proclaimed loudly, and his fanclub nearly lost their eyeballs for they bulged so much.
I can't believe Harry actually took me seriously on that, I was only kidding, I didn't mean that. Was that even aloud in class? Then again even if it wasn't I knew my Harry would break the rules. Also there was the tempation of drawing on him, and to think of the embarassing things I could do with that.
The class then cheered, all agreeing through that action they like the candy part, because only the girls had a reaction to getting to draw on Harry. Of course those horny hoes did, they were always sleeping with things that moved.
Harry then was quiet as he grabbed a stack of coloring sheets, and handed them out to be passed around to everyone who wanted to participate. Anyone who didn't had to do homework.
While I waited for mine, I placed my back on the desk and dug out my markers, because I was a pencil kind of guy, yet I did grab out my colored pencils to incase I wanted to add detail to my coloring.
I then got my coloring page from one of the kids that were helping pass them out, and I had to admit I wasn't sure if it ruined my day or made it better.
It was picture of a puppy, and the puppy reminded me of Scruff the way he laid down in the grass and gave the veiwer of the drawing a mischivious look. For a long moment I stared at it, feeling my chest tighten.
I hadn't thought much about Scruff in the pass couple of weeks. If anything he had been absent from my thought process. Yet now looking at my picture I felt a pang for him.
Pushing down an appearing lump in my throat for the third time that day, I picked up my yellow pencil and began to color in the fur carefully, wanting to make it look exactly how Scruff did when he was a puppy.
For the next fifteen minutes the whole class was quiet as you could hear the sounds of pencils scratching the paper or markers squeaking.
I seemed to drift into my own little world, one filled with thoughts of Scruff that made everything and everyone else appear absent. I worked hard to make the picture as detailed as possible, practically breaking my pencils from how much effort I was putting into it.
Then finally, about two minutes to the bell Harry clapped his hands.
"Alright everyone, stop where you are, and turn it in! I'll give you all a chance to finish them tomorrow after the feild trip." He ordered, and immediately everyone jumped up and started cleaning up their things as they passed up their coloring pages.
I though, didn't budge a muscle as I continued coloring. I could feel eyes drift on me, but no one said anything as the bell rang and they began to shuffle out of the room, Carson purposely bumping my arm as he walked by, yet again I ignored him. Soon with in a minute only me and Harry remained in the room.
"Hey, you busy?" Harry asked, walking over to my desk, and tapping on it with his knuckles as he wiped off his glasses on his shirt. Finally I broke my concentration and looked up.
"Sorry. I just wanted to make this look good." I sighed, showing my now finished coloring, and Harry's face fell. "It looks like Scruff." He pointed out, and I nodded as I then laid my head down on the desk, and wrapped my arms around it, my throat closing up.
"I miss him Harry." I admitted with a deep breath, and Harry sighed as he gripped my shoulder for a sec, then rubbed my back.
"I think I have something that might make you feel better." He said, and I glanced up at him. I really hoped this something could make my day better, because honestly I was having a terrible day. One of the worst I've had in awhile.
"Okay. Where is it?" I asked, and a wide grin grew on Harry's face. "Let me go get it. Stay right here! Don't you move!" He said, then giving an excited bounce as he ran out the room, and shut the door behind him.
I was then consumed in silence.
The room big and empty. It felt weird being in here alone. Taking deep breaths to calm the ache in my chest, I flipped over the coloring so I wouldn't have to look at it, and sat back in my desk as I pulled out my phone to text Shailene.
'Hey Shay Bae?'
Less then a minute later she texted back.
'Yes?'
'Are you mad at me?'
I typed back, biting my lip. Please don't let her be mad, please don't let her be mad.
'No, just a bit frustrated.'
At that I could help, but feel frustrated myself. Words could not describe how bad I desparately wanted to Shailene the truth, but I wasn't brave enough.
'Sorry.'
I wrote back, then slipped my phone into my pocket with a deep sigh as I laid my head back down on the desk. I really was scared. I was terrified of loosing another friend because I was in love with Harry. I was terrified of being judged.
I was terrified of everything involving this whole coming out thing. All I wanted right now was to go home with Harry and cuddle up to him while we watched a movie. I wanted a Harry hug. Then just as that thought passed by Harry opened the classroom door, and poked his head in.
"Ready for your surprise?" He asked, and I nodded with a forced smile as I sat up. Harry stepped in. "May I present you Ireland." He said, and in that instant I noticed he was holding a puppy in his arms.
A puppy!
Harry was holding a puppy!
"You didn't!" I shouted, my aching chest immediately dancing as I ran down the isle to him. "I did." He said, his smile only growing wider as a genuine one appeared on my face. Harry then held up the puppy for me to look at him.
He was a beautiful dog. A husky to be exact. He had pure white fur with coal black patches, and shockingly blue eyes, and seemed to be now more then three months old.
"Can I hold him?" I asked, and Harry nodded as he handed him to me, and I cuddled him into my arms once I got a good grip on him. I had never been more speechless with Harry then I was now. Harry got a puppy for me! I hadn't seen this coming, not at all.
"He's mine right?" I asked, and Harry nodded. "Yes, but you have to bring him over when you visit or I'm taking him back." Harry teased, stroking Ireland's head as he licked my cheek and wagged his tail. Harry then sighed, a content sigh.
"I was out shopping yesterday morning, before I went to class, and I saw him for sale outside the pet store. I literally felt like I was looking at my dream dog."
Harry then paused to kiss Ireland's head.
"Originally I bought him for myself, but then remembered how you were still probably hurting over Scruff so I decided to give him to you, because you needed him more then me." Harry informed, and I literally teared up.
Never before had anyone done something so sweet for me. This was literally the nicest thing Harry had ever done.
At this moment I couldn't comprehend it, or describe how happy it made me. I remembered Harry telling me a couple of month's back how bad he wanted a dog, a husky like the one I was holding in my arms, then when he finally got him he gave him to me.
A gift like that was precious.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much!" I shouted, kissing Ireland head then grabbing Harry's shoulder so I could give his cheek a sloppy kiss that made him giggle.
"I love you so much baby and all I want is your happiness! Seeing you smile like this always brings me so much joy!" Harry exclaimed, snaking an arm around my waist and nuzzling his face into my neck as I laughed.
"You always bring me happiness, that is why we're going to share Ireland." I say, kissing his head, and Harry pulled his face out of my neck. "What? No! Louis, you don't have to." He said, and I shook my head as I placed my fingers to his lips.
"I won't take no for an answer. Ireland is yours to." I say, and Harry sighs as a smile appears on his face. "Fine. Since you insist, he's our dog." He said, and I nodded with a smile as Ireland tried to get out of my arms.
"He's like a baby." I say, and Harry grinned. "That would mean we're daddies!" He exclaims, kissing my cheek, and I laughed as I held up Ireland for him to pet. "Lets just not become those freaky dog owners who put diapers on puppies." I say, making Harry laugh this time as he sighed.
"I'm glad the dog made you happy, because I've been worried about you." Harry said softly, pressing his lips to my cheek as I nuzzled my face into Ireland's fur. "I love him! Thank you so much Harry!" I exclaimed, bouncing up and down on my heels.
"I can't repay you for this one." I then said truthfully, turning my head so Harry's lips moved from my cheek, to my lips and I kissed him for a brief moment prior to us pulling back. "We should probably get going now. If someone see's that dog in here we're dead." Harry said, then kissed my ear.
"Your welcome Mr. Tomlinson." He whispered, then walked over to his desk to pack up his laptop, and grab his suitcase.
Once Harry was ready to go, we both then slipped out of the classroom, and walked down the hall with out a sound.
"So how is this going to work?" I asked, once we got outside, and Harry glanced at me. "What is?" Harry asked, and I pointed to Ireland. ''Who is he going to live with?" I inquired, even though I already knew the answer, but I wanted to make sure Harry didn't want to have Ireland with him first.
"He can stay with you my love." Harry sighed, smiling and I nodded with an excited smile. Finally I wouldn't be lonely in my apartment! "Yay!" I squealed like a little kid and Harry laughed. "So I take it you like Ireland?" Harry asked, and I scoffed.
"No Harry, not at all." I said sarcastically, and Harry rolled his eyes at me as he draped an arm over my shoulders. "Good." He said, and Ireland nipped at Harry's fingers, making me laugh. He was so cute.
"He's a doll just like his daddy!" I announced, and Harry's cheeks tinted a soft pink as he tapped my cheek. "Quiet you." Harry said as I batted his hand away. "He's perfect! I love him so much!" I say, holding him a little tighter, and Ireland squirmed around so he could rest his chin on my shoulder.
"I'm glad, all I want is your happiness." Harry says, making an aww face at Ireland's actions as we stopped at his car which was parked two spaces away from mine. "And all I want is your happiness." I sighed, Gemma briefly crossing my mind, but I shoved that thought away.
"You are my happiness baby, so there is no need to do anything. Just being around you makes me happy." Harry says softly, unlocking his car as he looked back at the two of us with a smile. At that I smiled, feeling a small pang of guilt.
"I'm glad." I say, then glance down at Ireland.
"How about we take him back to my place, get him settled, then go back to your's in your car for dinner so I can get my make up work, and duffle bag. After saying goodbye to your mum of course." I suggested, feeling a bit depressed at the thought that I was going to be sleeping with out Harry tonight, but I felt as if I had overdone my stay.
"If that's what you want." Harry shrugged, slipping into his car, then poking his head out the window. "Go get in your car, and I'll follow you." Harry said, and I nodded with a smile as I skipped over to my car, and unlocked it.
This day had just gone from bad to what I'd like to consider good. All because of Harry.
It was always Harry

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