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"Hey, that's mine!" Niall protested, feeling foolish. 

"Staff have the right to confiscate any suspicious items in order to maintain park safety." Harry informed, running his thumb over the slick and foreign object. 

"Its just a piece of plastic, its hardly 'suspicious'!" Niall grunted, keeping his eyes on his recorder. 

"It's what's inside that's suspicious." Harry countered, not being fooled by Niall's words. 

"If you give it back, i can delete the recording, everything i've said will be gone." Niall tried to reason, wanting to get his property back. 

Once he got his recorder back, he was making a run for his life. 

Harry pursed his still smirking lips, "For some odd reason, i don't believe you're being truthful."

"I am!" Niall lied, trying his best to act innocent.

"First, you will have to do something for me," Harry began, "And for them." 

Harry slowly tilted his head back to the dolls on the table, following Niall's eyes with his own. 

"What is it?" Niall uneasily asked, darting his eyes back and forth between Harry and the dolls. 

"Put on a show, of course," Harry answered, "Come on, Baby." 

"Im not Baby," Niall quickly refuted, "And im not putting on some stupid show."

"Would you like your," Harry hesitated, "Piece of plastic back?" 

"Duh." Niall rolled his eyes. 

Harry tsked, "Then you must put on a better performance than standing and complaining like a child. " 

"I dont care about a performance, i just want my recorder back!" Niall whined, throwing his hands up. 

"Entertain us." Harry simply responded, watching as Niall looked at his hands then shrugged. 

"I dont-," Niall was uneasy, feeling confused and embarrassed, "Do you want to hear a joke, or what? Im not a fucking performer, im a journalist!" 

"You've lost your touch, Baby," Harry took in a deep breath, pitying Niall's cluelessness, "Here, let me help you."

He pressed a small button on one of the machines, making the lights dim and basic piano music flowed from the old timey speakers. 

After placing the recorder in a drawer he'd locked, he swiftly grabbed Niall's warm hand in his.

He pulled Niall close to his chest, like they were moments before, and began swaying with the tune. Harry leaned his head down and almost rested it on Niall's shoulder. 

Niall's hairs stood up from how close Harry was to his exposed neck, and he let out shaky breaths. 

Harry knew every note to the music, it was the song he and Baby had danced to each night on stage. 

He knew when to step, when to turn and when to dip. However, Niall wasn't so informed. He struggled to keep up with Harry's movements and felt awkward when dancing. 

What the hell was he doing? He could take Harry off guard and punch him, take the recorder and leave. 

Every second they danced was another second Niall used to must up the courage to fight. 

Harry sensed Niall's stiffness and slowly turned his head so his lips brushed Niall's ear, "Play along, please." 

Usually, Niall wouldn't give a fuck about what Harry had to say, but there was a sense of urgency in Harry's voice that made him listen. 

Play along? Didn't Harry like dancing like this? 

It was a shame that Niall had two left feet, leaving him to be practically carried by Harry. Towards the middle of the song, he stumbled on Harry's foot, making him jerk backwards. 

Harry quickly disguised the mishap as a dip, holding Niall back in his strong arms. 

Finding it hard to strain his neck muscles against gravity, Niall tilted his head back, exposing his chest to Harry's lustful eyes. 

"That's it, Baby." Harry murmured, encouraging the boy in his arms. 

Once Niall was back up, he started to get the hang of the dance and began getting liberal with his moves. 

One of those required him to do a 180 degree turn with Harry, so that he was closer to the drawer with the recorder in it. 

He glanced at the drawer a couple times in between moves, wondering when to attack. But, his plans were quickly shaken with Harry's words. 

"They're watching you," Harry whispered lowly, looking back into Niall's eyes, "They're watching us."

Niall met his gaze and noticed how normal Harry's eyes looked now, with the pupil being correctly dilated. 

Niall raised a brow at Harry and quietly whispered back, "They're just dolls." 

Harry's lips barely moved, and Niall was sure he would've missed his next words if he wasn't right next to him. 

"If only they were." 

The music slowly died down, ending the dance between the two men. 

"I would like my recorder back, please." Niall slowly asked, a bit buzzed from his dance with Harry. 

Being so close to him made him feel almost drunk, all he could focus on was Harry. Harry's smell, his warmth, his grace, his everything. 

"What do you say?" Harry looked over Niall and at the dolls, "Was that performance good enough to earn back his...recorder?" 

"Yes, it was, now gimme." Niall huffed at Harry, holding his hand out. 

"Ah, what's that? You think he needs more practice?" Harry furrowed his brows at the dolls, pausing as if to wait for a response, "I agree, if he wants to stay performing here, he should practise his footwork." 

"Well, i have a solution," Niall bitterly piped up, "I dont want to fucking work here! So, you dont have to worry about me practising." 

Harry's eyes drifted back to Niall, holding sorrow, "I regret to inform you, but you may not be getting your recorder back." 

Niall glared at Harry, "Fuck you and this place." 

He went to open the locked drawer with the recorder in it, but with the snap of Harry's fingers it was back in his hands. 

"You need a better performance to earn this back." Harry said before throwing a smoke bomb onto the floor and disappearing into the smoke. 

Niall was left coughing and more frustrated than ever. 

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i soooo dont want to do my homework :( i have a paper and quiz to study for. 

wot do you think he's going to do?? :O