The Boy from the UK

" What's up" I managed to say. " Nothin much just, working". I could tell he was trying to act cool. I roll my eyes at his foolishness and get serious. " How come you guys never spoke to me for the past week, thinking that I would forget you". I made my voice stern not trying to show the sadness and patheticness. I didn't like the feeling of rejection especially since I was a very lonely girl. Harry saw my sadness and let out the breath he was holding. He took my hand, and lead me to the basement. He made me sit down and started our conversation" We aren't just some young adults living together, were a gang". I started looking at him confused so, he continued. " Basically, were a gang that lives in a secluded area so no one can find us. " Were not that gang that drinks every morning and parties all day till we get tired and start all over again like a cycle, we pretend we are so we can find other people like that" I looked at him and nodded my head towards his explanation. " So... You promise you won't tell anyone about the gang and what we do", he pleaded "Please, Love". I shivered at the way he called me love. I nodded my head in acceptance and gave him a smile. " Thank you". The next thing I new I was engulfed in a hug of strong arms and manly cologne. I took a second to enjoy the moment till he got out of the hug. " I'll see you upstairs" he said while walking up the stairs leaving me in the cold soulless basement.

Notes

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