All Again

CHAPTER FORTY- SEVEN
HARRY

Then.

The next morning we woke up early and headed to a pancake house.
The weather was warm, and we both dressed pretty casually as we drove through the city.
Becca's eyes were wide. She seemed to take in everything around us. As we passed Abbey Road, her eyes lit up.
"I always wanted to come here." she remarked, turning to me. "I just always figured it would be when I was married or something."
I looked back at her. Strangely I could picture her in the future.
"When do you want to get married?" I asked casually.
She shrugged. "I don't know. I want to learn myself first, but hopefully soon."
That immediately sent up a red flag for me. If she was thinking about marriage already, then she would probably want something serious.
"Soon? What is that, like two, three years?" I asked for clarity. Her eyes grew wide.
"No, no, no." she said quickly. "When I'm over the twenty-five hill. Maybe when I'm thirty. Maybe not even then..." she said with a smile. "I'm not big on the whole marriage concept."
"Why?" I asked curiously.
"It's just a piece of paper with a lot of silly responsibilities and money if it doesn't work out. There are other ways to commit to someone. If I fall in love with you, and i'm in it, I don't need a piece of paper to tell me that."
I had to smile. I don't know why, but it was a huge relief to hear her say that. It was something I was never going to have to worry about, but I was glad that this potential blurred line, was a little bit clearer.
"What about you?" she asked a moment later.
"Same." I said tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. "I want to get married, but I'm not thinking about any of that stuff for a long time."
I turned to her.
"Do you want kids?" she asked.
"Yeah of course. What do you want, a boy or a girl first?"
She instantly grimaced.
"You don't want kids either?" I asked reading her expression.
"I don't know." she said with a shrug. "I can't really see myself as a mother. I love kids, and they seem to love me...but me as a parent...God help them."
If we were more serious that would have been, ping, another red flag, instead I brushed it off. It wasn't for me to worry about.
"So where we're going..." I began, focusing back on my driving. "They make super rare pancakes and they're highly rated in town. Like...do you enjoy crepes?"
"I've never had them."
"Oh another possible first..." I said with a smile.
"That makes you proud doesn't it?"
"It does." I said honestly. "I like to be memorable. Years from now, when you do get married, you'll be sitting with your husband and he'll take you to breakfast and you can say 'Harry Styles was the first person I ate these with' "
"Highly doubt that," she said with a giggle. "Don't think my future husband wants to know the things we use to do."
"But why? We're so innocent?" I said with my own grin.
We both knew we weren't. Becca was a sweet girl, but far from an angel in the bedroom, and I wasn't either.
She giggled. "Well i'll make sure to tell him about our little pool adventure then too." she said with a wide smile.
"No, that you tell no one. Forever our secret."
"Secrets with Harry Styles? I like that.It's like a secret club."
I grinned again. "Well good, because I plan on having a lot more before it's all over with."
When we pulled into the restaurant minutes later, I led the way.
I came to the restaurant often when I was in town, so the staff knew me.
"Can I get my usual table in the back?" I asked as the manager came out to greet me personally.
"Of course. Good to see you again."
"You too."
This was one of my safe places. Sometimes I came here alone, other times with family and friends, but it was one of those places in town that no one really knew about. Tucked away on a small corner street, was this small place with the best food, and the best people. No one ever bothered me when I was here.
The manager led the way, and me and Becca sat in the back of the restaurant.
It was mid morning so the restaurant was fuller than usual, but not enough that we wouldn't have our privacy.
Plus, due to our positions in the back, we wouldn't be seen immediately anyway.
Becca immediately began to scan the menu, and I sent a few quick emails.
"Do you know what you want?" she asked me.
"I'm getting their cinnamon apple crepes."
I looked up for my phone and watched her. Her eyes were scanning. Taking in the five-page glossy menu and the words on the wall that screamed 'best in town', I knew she was a bit lost.
"It's overwhelming isn't it?"
She chuckled. "Is it that obvious?"
"Just get the old fashioned pancakes. You won't regret it."
"I'll take your word for it." she said placing the menu down. At that moment, the waiter came over taking our drinks.
We both ordered waters and placed our orders and then we were alone.
Becca folded her hands and looked back at me.
"So...are you happy to be getting some days off?"
"It hasn't really hit me yet. It feels like we just started working again, so I'm okay. I think when we begin the American leg, then I'll be a bit tired."
"When is that?" she asked curiously.
"Next month." and then I teased her. "You really aren't a fan, are you?
Shows how much you were planning on coming to my shows."
She chuckled. "My sister is if that counts. She has tickets for your San Diego concert."
"And you're not coming?"
She shook her head no. "I wasn't planning on it. She got the tickets last year for Christmas. I didn't really care much about you at that time." she joked.
I smiled, knowing how true that was. It was still refreshing to me that we had started with a clean slate. I think it had helped get us to this place. It had been nice to meet someone who had no clue who I was.
"Well you should now." I said softly. "I'll take care of you."
She smiled. "Well, I wouldn't say that just yet. A month is a long time. You might be sick of me by then...you'll probably want me as far as possible."
I shrugged, drinking some water. "I doubt that. But, it would make this all easier though."
"Make what easier?" she asked, but my eyes moved past hers. I could see a woman approaching us.
"Hello?" I called to prepare Becca.
This woman was not a part of the staff.
"Hi." she said as she approached us. She appeared to be in her late thirties.
"I'm so sorry to bother you-" she said quickly.
"It's alright." I said waving away her concerns.
The woman smiled and trailed her eyes over Becca, before giving me her full attention.
"My son Nathan, he just adores you. He's a huge fan."
"Oh really?" I asked. "Well i'm a massive fan of his too."
She smiled.
"He's here, and he's shy. I was wondering if he could meet you-"
"Sure. Sure..." I said looking for him behind her.
Becca cleared her throat and stood. Her eyes let me know she was making a quick exit.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
She gestured to the woman who was watching us, but who was also looking for her son.
She was waving him over.
Becca made a movement to head to the bathroom and I tried to let her know with my eyes it was alright.
The interest would be there, but I hardly doubted this woman was too concerned about what she was doing with me or was going to rush to Twitter to tell the whole world.
Nevertheless, Becca moved away from the table, disappearing and the young fan came over.
He was quite shy and I got up quickly and shook his hand.
I asked him some questions about school and his favorite sports team, then we posed for a picture.
The mother was very nice and apologized for bothering me, then they were both gone.
I looked around for Becca but she was nowhere to be found. She had been M.I.A. for more than five minutes.
Pulling out my cell phone, I sent her a quick message.
*Where are you?*
*Bathroom. Is it safe?*
*Of course.* I texted back quickly.
A few minutes later she came back to the table, but by then, I was slightly peeved. The whole way she had handled that exchange had rubbed me a bit the wrong way.
"Whew." she blew out as she came back out. "What was I saying before?"
My eyes narrowed.
"You didn't have to do that ya know? Leave." I emphasized as she sat across from me. "Nothing was going to happen."
She shrugged, looking past me.
"Well you never know Harry." she said softly. "Did they leave?"
I sighed and shifted in my seat. "I don't know, but...you have to get used to being with me Becca. You know you actually bring more attention to yourself by getting up and leaving."
"They barely noticed me." she said casually.
"Of course they did. You practically ran out of here. It was kind of rude."
This time she looked back at me. I couldn't read her eyes.
"Well you were the one who was so keen on hiding me Harry."
"When?" I asked in confusion.
"In general. Did you forget before? I mean you unfollowed me on Twitter because you were worried."
I rolled my eyes. "That's not why I unfollowed you. Some fans can be intense yes...but you always react like that. It's like you're scared to be with me. It makes me uneasy."
"Because you told me too!" she said quickly, slightly argumentative. "Are you completely forgetting Thailand and your instructions?"
"That's completely different." I reasoned.
"No it's not!"
Her voice had raised a little and she was getting annoyed with me. The second roll of her eyes, quickly showcased it.
I was already annoyed with the conversation.
I dismissed it with a wave of my hand.
"Let's forget it. I don't want to argue. It's stupid." I said. I picked up my water glass and took a sip.
She grew quiet and didn't say anything more.
Turning completely from me she pulled her cell out of her pocket, and pretended to find something interesting on there.
So this was angry Becca...
I watched her in interest, finding her fake attitude incredibly sexy.
I decided to clear the air.
"Hey Becca?" I called and she looked up at me.
I made a funny face and the ice queen melted. Biting her lip to hide a smile, she rolled her eyes again- playfully this time.
I smiled.
She sighed next, pretending to huff.
"Oh stop." I said. "You should be happy I want you seen."
"I don't get the difference," she said. "How is people seeing me in public any different then you following me on Twitter or something?"
"Fact vs rumor. People can tweet and talk and say they saw you with me all day, but until they get that picture and connect the dots- it's just that, a rumor."
She paused, thinking.
"You must have experience in this." she noted.
"A little." I said honestly. "I haven't dated nearly as many people as you would assume, but there's been more lovers than my fans know about. I try to protect the identity of people i'm with."
"Any of them like me?"
"Like you?" I questioned in confusion.
"Not famous." she emphasized.
I smiled. "Yes Becca, there have been others that have not been in the public eye."
I was purposely trying to omit the word famous. I couldn't stand it, and I didn't want her putting too much emphasis on that part of my life. Fame was a very small portion to me.
She smiled seeming to like my answer.
We were interrupted then with our food, and after it was on the table and first bites in mouths, she resumed.
"So..." she began. Her voice took on a casual tone. "How many of your girls have you brought here?"
"My girls?" I asked chewing on my small bite of a crepe.
"Yes, your women." she said with a mischevious wink.
I chuckled under my breath, cutting my food.
"I don't have any women." I said. "I have...one. An American girl, who drives me absolutely crazy."
She instantly smiled.
"Why do you like her then?"
I took another sip of my water, thinking. I could give the real answer but what would be fun about that?
I shifted and took another sip of my water.
"Well....it's the little things ya know? Like..." I bit my lip trying to compose my smile. "The dimples on her back, and the bottom of her spine. Or the way her hands fit in mine like it was made just for me. So, it must be meant to be-"
She instantly laughed, catching on to the lyrics.
"No don't laugh." I said trying to keep a straight face. "I don't let the little things slip-"
"Oh shut up." she said throwing her napkin at me.
I instantly laughed with her. Taking another bite of my food, and re-adjusting in my seat, I got serious.
"No honestly though...sorry to disappoint, but I haven't brought any of my girls here. You're the first."
"Really?" she asked in surprise. "So who do you come here with then?"
"My parents, or my sister. Friends...ya know..." and then so that we were clear, "I don't really do this often Becca. I don't just pick up random women from coffee shops and let them come across the world with me."
Then I had a thought.
"Actually," I said continuing. "I don't think i've even brought a girl here- to London- before."
She smiled widely. "Well I appreciate that I guess...even though you're lying."
"How am I lying?"
"Taylor Swift." she said simply. "I've seen pictures of her here with you a couple years ago. Of course at the time, I didn't realize it was you- but yeah."
"That was different." I said remembering that time three years earlier. "And we weren't even here. We were in Holmes Chapel where I grew up."'
"Aww.. you brought her home?" she swooned. "You must have really liked her."
"I don't remember." I said. "That was a very different part of my life."
"Well were you in love with her?"
Her tone wasn't too be nosy, it was more sincere, and I got the sense she was asking so she could get to know me, not to have an ulterior motive.
Taking another bite of my food, I thought of the best answer.
The whole Taylor/ Harry relationship circa 2012 was a complicated subject. There was so much more involved than what people knew.
"I thought I was for a long time." I said after careful thought. "I was young, and I really liked her...but I don't know..." I paused thinking. "We've spent time together after, and...I just don't think it was meant to be, the more I've thought about it."
She nodded, internalizing my words, but I had my own thoughts suddenly.
Becca still hadn't really opened up about her exes and I was curious too. Who had let this beautiful girl go? And why?
"So tell me about your first love," I said a moment later. "How serious were you guys?"
"Not that serious." she said. "I don't even know if you would call it love. We were young too ya know...high school sweethearts and all that."
"Do you still talk?"
"We haven't in a while. Mainly because i've been in New York and that was years ago, but he still sees my parents and they seem to still secretly hope we will end up together in the end. I think they're going to be disappointed." she said with a knowing smile.
I smiled. "Oh he was their golden boy huh?"
"Yeah. Use to get me home early and stay at the house all the time...offer to help out---if only they knew." she said with a chuckle. "He's the same boy who asked for a threesome on his eighteen birthday."
I instantly choked on my food, taken aback by her comment, laughing.
She giggled.
"Did you do it?" I asked.
"Maybe, maybe not...I'll never tell." she said with a wink.
I smiled. "Well can we do a threesome?" I asked, because I mean, come on....I had too.
"Only if you get Channing Tatum involved."
I laughed again. Quite sure that wasn't going to happen.
"Have you ever had a threesome?" she asked a minute later.
"I'll never tell." I said mimicking her words a second earlier, but in this lifestyle, it wasn't hard to assume I had.
We shared a final laugh as we dug in our plates.
"You want to try mine?"I offered after a bit, when we began to focus on our food.
She nodded yes.
I cut off a piece of a crepe and lifted my fork for her to try it.
She stuck her tongue out first and sucked the fork seductively.
She loved to tease me.
"Really Becca?" I asked with a smile. "You do realize we have no food at home."
"What does that matter?" she asked in confusion.
"If you keep eating that way, that will be the only place we're headed."
"Who's arguing?" she asked and then stuck her tongue at me.
I threw my napkin at her this time.
She threw hers back at me.
We shared a final laugh easily forgetting we were in a restaurant with other people.
We were easily lost in our own world.
For the next half hour, I continued to give her bites off of my plate and she started to feed me off hers.
By now, there was no one else in our section, our else we wouldn't have been so bold.
When we finished, I paid the check and we headed to my car.
"What do you have to get at the grocery store?" she asked.
"Everything." I said vaguely.
She smiled and just shook her head at me.
"I don't even know why I bother asking."
I smiled.
"Do you cook?"
"A little bit."
"What's your specialty?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?" I asked looking at her.
"Because it's a secret." she said flashing her eyes dangerously.
"I can't know your secrets?" I asked.
She nodded no. "You haven't earned them yet."
I grinned. "Oh alright. Fine."
"What's your specialty?" she asked.
"I'm making it for you tonight."
"Are you really?" she asked in surprise.
I nodded yes. "Why? You look surprised."
"Well I wouldn't tell you mine."
"I know, but that's because you're mean. I'm actually a nice person."
She leaned and kissed my cheek "You are. Love that about you."
I smiled at her, and gave her a quick kiss on her lips since her lips were still near mine.
She leaned away and shifted in her seat.
She was once again studying the area.
"Do you like road trips?" I asked.
"Road trips?"
"Yeah...like...extended car rides."
"Like yesterday?"
"Yeah exactly like that."
"I guess." she said. "I haven't really taken many."
"Well, I think I want to take you to Holmes Chapel tomorrow too. Maybe take you to my school..where I use to work..."
"That would actually be really cool."
"It's a bit of a drive though."
"Oh I don't care." she said waving away my concerns. "I would love to go." she said with assurance.
"Alright." I said. "It's a pending thing. I don't know what we'll end up doing tomorrow. Knowing us, we might even stay in the bed all day."
"Ooh. That's tempting too...but I think I prefer the drive."
"Really?" I asked in interest. In the past, most girls didn't care to see that stuff. Most enjoyed my company but weren't too interested to see the pieces that had built me. It was about the thrill of my name, or the sex, or what we could do in our short time; and if lasted longer than a couple of weeks, then the only place of eventual interest was meeting my Mum.
No one ever did.
Becca nodded yes, and I made mental plans as we pulled up to the Tesco.
"What's your favorite food Harry?" she asked.
"Don't know." I said unfastening my seatbelt. "It kind of changes all the time. What about you?"
"Pizza. Hands down."
"Do you ever make your own?"
"No never."
"You have never made your own pizza and it is your favorite food?"
She shook her head no, demurely.
"That makes no sense. You know I used to be a baker."
She smiled widely in amusement. "Yeah i've heard."
I opened my car door.
"I think we should make some pizza."
"Can you make pizza?" she asked climbing out of the car.
"Sure." I said. "It's quite simple."
She smiled as we met behind the car. "Alright. Let's."
As we walked in, Becca went back to her usual ways, observing everything and watching to see if anyone noticed me. I just chuckled.
"I'm actually looking forward to the day your picture is taken." I joked.
"You say that now, but I'm sure you won't like it."
It was probably true, but her timidness with the whole thing was quite adorable. She was on such high alert, that if someone would have popped out and shouted boo, she would have freaked the fuck out.
I grabbed a cart and we began to work our way around the store.
We started in the fruit and vegetable section first.
I started tossing stuff in the cart and Becca just watched me as I grabbed a little of everything. Beside me, she grabbed nothing.
"Don't you want stuff?"
"Oh I'm enjoying watching you." she teased.
"Get some stuff." I said. "We'll be coming back later in the month too."
"You mean we'll be staying at your house more?"
"Yeah." I said simply. "So get what you want."
She grabbed a couple apples, and miscellaneous fruits before we headed towards the aisles. We needed to get some yeast and olive oil to make the dough. We already had grabbed our toppings and would also need the sauce.
As we packed other things in the cart, I was stopped once by a fan for a picture- and Becca didn't run- but for the most part we were left alone.
When we got back to my house, I placed all the ingredients out on the table, threw her an apron and we got to work. We had the TV going in the background, but the attention was solely on each other.
"I can't believe you've never made Pizza." I said as I prepared the dough for the crust.
"Another first." she said and I smiled.
She focused on cutting the pepperoni and the toppings and I watched her
Her hair was pinned up with a few strands hanging in small wisps and she was biting her lip in concentration trying to make the perfect slices.
"Hey Becca?" I called out.
"Hmm?" she asked continuing to slice the meat. She didn't look at me right away but when she did, she confirmed my thought.
"Do you know how sexy you are?" I questioned. "I mean do you even have a clue?"
She instantly blushed and then smiled, placing her head down.
"Um..." she muttered. She struggled with words.
It was instantly endearing.
Moving beside her, more lyrics came to mind.
"The way she smiles at the ground it ain't hard to tell, she doesn't know, oh oh, she doesn't know she 's beautiful." I sang lightly.
Again she blushed, pretending not to hear me.
I leaned and kissed her forehead before continuing my task.
I pushed the dough into the flour on my counter and kneaded it.
Smoothing the dough, she watched me in intrigue as it became the size of a medium pizza.
I coated a nearby pan with oil and then moved it.
I covered it with a damp towel and set it to the side so it could rise for an hour.
"I'm actually quite impressed." she said. "You made that pretty fast."
"Well I was pretty good at my job." I said with a wink.
"You are with most." she winked back and this time I blushed.
The sexual innuendo's had been between us all day.
You would think we would be satisfied after last night.
After I had chased her up the stairs, we ended up staying up another hour, exploring each other's bodies and we were both quite thorough.
By now I was pretty sure I had every part of her memorized and I was quickly learning what she liked.
I knew the touches that made her weak, and she knew the places to kiss to make me moan.
Sexually we were very compatible.
"So what do you want to do while we wait?"
I reached for her hand and led her to the couch.
Removing my apron, I tossed it to the side.
"You're covered in dough and flour." she noted.
I ignored her and plopped on the couch.
Then I gestured for her to lay on me.
Smiling, she did, and her head rested on my chest.
One hand went to her hair, while the other reached for the remote.
I flipped channels until we both found something we wanted to watch, though it was short-lived.
Five minutes into the show, she had looked up at me to ask me a question, and I had paused, looking at her eyes.
Somehow my lips connected to hers, and we spent the next twenty minutes, exploring each others mouth.
The ring of her cell phone, interrupting us.
By then I was on top of her and she was under me.
She shifted me to the side, and dug in her pocket pulling it out.
She looked at the screen.
"I've got to get this."
I sat up and gave her space.
She answered the call, gave me a quick smile and then left the room.
I was curious who she was talking too, but it really wasn't my business.
I got up, heading to the kitchen and grabbed a water.
Taking a sip, I glanced at the pizza that was slowly rising on the counter and headed back to the couch.
A white mess from the flour of our bodies was all over the couch.
I smiled to myself and ignored it, sitting back down.
I watched the documentary we had agreed on until she came back.
When she did, she was in even a better mood.
"Sorry." she said with a wide smile, plopping beside me.
"It's fine." I said. I looked at her quickly and then back at the TV.
Then she closed the space between us, climbing on top of me.
"Where was I?" she called before connecting her lips to my neck.
"I'm trying to watch the show now."I teased.
She ignored me and continued the assault on my neck.
I rested my head back and enjoyed the sensations. I could feel myself growing hard beneath her, but somehow that was what I think she wanted.
Her lips trailed down me.
I was still wearing my white t-shirt, but her lips moved down, placing kisses on various portions of my body until she was off of me.
Her hands went to my belt buckle.
"Excuse me," I said with a smile. "You're not listening."
She ignored me, unhooking it.
She gave me a mischievous smile and then unbuckled my pants.
"You can watch your show." she said.
"Obviously I can't."
She unzipped my pants and placed her hands in my boxers.
She freed me quickly.
"You can. Watch it. I'm just going to fuck you while you do it."
And before I could respond, her mouth connected to the head of my penis.
I immediately sucked in air.
I was harder than I thought and the warmness from her mouth sent a tingle through me.
I tried to remain firm.
"Becca." I called, but she wasn't talking anymore.
Her mouth was beginning to move in ways I had only imagined.
She licked and sucked, teased and played.
I tried to reach for her as she swallowed me whole. She took the words deep throat to a whole 'nother level.
"Jesus," was all I could mumble as I closed my eyes and laid my head back aganist the couch. It was all I could do.
The way her mouth was working me, I was going to come very quickly.
If she wanted this to progress to more, than she would have to slow down.
"Becca," I called. "You should-"
She ignored me, sucking harder.
"Oh my..."
I just smiled as she went into overdrive. She was doing that shit on purpose. I think she liked to see how far she could unravel me.
But.
My mind was on her pleasure too. At the end of the day, it couldn't just be about me.
"Becca," I said. "You should stop, i'm going to come." I said when I could finally form a coherent thought.
She pulled her mouth completely off me instantly. My dick hit my stomach with a plop.
I looked at her in surprise and my dick was not happy.
"You told me to stop." she reasoned, giving me a smug look.
I just smiled. I couldn't stand her.
She just looked back at me. My dick felt like it was inflamed.
I groaned. "You misheard me." I whined.
"Do you want me to continue?" she asked, torturing me.
"Do you want me to beg?" I asked her.
This time she smiled.
"I'm not that mean." she said lowering her mouth back on me. She kept her eyes completely on me and those Hazel eyes watching me as she swallowed me, was more than I could take.
Placing one of my hands through her hair, I had so many words I wanted to say.
And yet, I didn't get the chance too.
She quickly resumed.
Suddenly I couldn't even see her anymore.
All I could focus on was the intense pleasure she was giving me.
I murmured a few words but I had no idea what they were.
I could hear her mouth around me, and the small moans she made that vibrated against me.
She was too good at this.
I felt the familiar build which let me know I was close and I tried to warn her.
I guess she knew me well, because she removed most of her mouth off of me, and began a hand combination while she just licked the head of my penis.
"Fuck!" I muttered. "I'm close....so close..."
I looked down at her and wide hazel eyes undid me once again.
It was all I needed.
I released completely in her mouth and she sucked every drop.
Then, I was practically comatose.
What had I been doing before this?
She had came from her phone call and...
I didn't have time to put it together because her lips were on me again, this time my neck and her hands wrapped around me again.
Now she was practically giving me a hand job. Her hands moved gently and just enough that I still felt some remnants of my previous orgasm.
I smiled.
"Bec." I called.
She looked at me with a wide smile. "I love when you call me that."
"I know. That's why I do it." I said honestly.
She gave me a slow kiss and my hands went to her face, cupping it.
I no longer cared about what her hands were doing, I needed more.
"Take your jeans off." I whispered against her lips.
"No." she said.
"Why not?"
She looked past me.
"Because your phone is vibrating."
As she pulled away from me, I finally heard it on the counter.
I ignored it, going for her lips.
"It could be work." she said. "I don't want to distract you."
I sighed.
She was right, but I didn't want her to be.
If it was work, I would need to get it.
I tapped her legs reluctantly to move and she did.
As I stood, I adjusted myself and placed myself back in my pants.
I quickly buckled my pants so they would stay on my waist, though realistically, they weren't going anywhere.
I grabbed my phone and sure enough, it was Simon Cowell calling me.
Fucking great.
I answered the call.
"Hello Simon."
"Harry, what are you doing?" he asked.
I gestured to Becca that I was going to another room and she nodded, turning to the TV.
"Nothing." I answered. "What's up?"
"I need a favor from you."
I rolled my eyes.
I shouldn't have answered the phone.
I could already imagine what it was.
Still it was my work and I knew I had to comply.
I just hoped it didn't take me away from Becca today.
I was enjoying her company too much.

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