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"Here is the upper portion of Oakdale; If I remember correctly, this is where you'll be working." Florence states, glancing over her shoulders to look at me as she walks up the stairs.

We had started on the stairs from outside, not giving me a chance to see the first story of the building. This was because they were experiencing rebellion amongst the 'children' and didn't want me to be discouraged.

How polite...

Once we reached the top of the staircase, she unlocked a door and lead us in.

There was a hallway, stretching both left and right with multitudes of oak doors lining the white walls. The white tiles on the floor reflected the yellow light that shined from the halogen LED lights in the walls.

The scent of cleaning agents filling my nostrils and the soft buzz of the lights began to give me a headache.

"I will show you to your room, and that will complete the tour," She informs, smiling at me then looking towards Harry with more of a shy smirk, "Feel free to loiter here."

"Only for a short while, I must get back to my footman. Although I would like to visit with Niall for a bit before we part." Harry responds bluntly, not seeing the more than friendly meaning behind her words.

She nods and turns around, walking to the end of the hallway. She stops before a door numbered 56 and digs through her pockets for a key.

Once she finds the key, she unlocks the door and opens it to reveal my room.

I must say, I have stayed in better rooms.

The same halogen LED lights were in my room, controlled by a switch by the side of the door. Off-white walls matched the speckled white tiles on the ground.

A small, metal bedframe was in the corner with a thin mattress on top. The only color in the room came from the blue striped sheets that were covering the mattress.

On a dresser was my uniform, a white jumpsuit with a zipper to get into it.

"Aint she a beauty," Florence half-smiles, "It's not too bad once you've been here for a week."

"Promise?" I ask, not liking the look of the room at all. Harry's place may have been tacky, but it was defiantly better than this.

"Promise," She softly smiles at me, holding her hand out for me to take the key, "And that concludes the tour."

"Thank you for the tour, Fiona," Harry expresses his gratitude before turning his attention to me, "I shall bring you decorations for this bland room. It would drive me nuts in here."

Florence looks taken aback before forcing a smile.

"That would be nice, I appreciate it," I sigh, reality finally dawning on me, "Come here."

Harry walks forwards and crushes me in a tender hug, slightly swaying us. His breath feels hot on my head, as he's kissing it repeatedly.

"I will miss you, my best friend. My very best friend." He chants.

I savor the hug until he has to release, saying his footman needs to get home to his family. Florence leads us back to the door and unlocks it for Harry to leave.

"Remember what I said, Niall. Follow instructions, and write me every week!" He says, as he walks down the steps.

"I will! Every week!" I shout out to him, missing his presence already. Who knows how long it'll be till I see him again? Till I feel human contact again?

Florence is quiet, quickly shutting the door behind him.

"You must be close brothers." She solemnly says, looking at me with a look of pity.

"Feels like it, but we're just friends." I inform, scratching my head.

She looks confused and slightly repulsed, before resorting to keeping her mouth shut.

"Where do you sleep?" I ask, breaking the silence.

Her eyes flicker from the wall to mine, and begin to sparkle.

"Well, I actually sleep quite close to you. My room number is 45, right over here." She says, bubbling up again.

She opens her door to reveal her room, which is the exact same as mine. Except she has a wool blanket on the bed and two sets of uniforms.

Hanging up on the wall, was an elaborate and detailed picture of the human heart.

I decide not to say anything, and just take a note on her attraction to science.

"So, what are your thoughts?" She asks, picking up her blanket and spinning it around.

"It looks just like mine, great minds think alike," I smile, feeling safe around her goofy actions, "Do any you have any friends here?"

"Indeed, Alice sleeps in room 34. She's a very nice lady." Florence says, pointing to where Alice would be through the walls.

She begins to say someone else but shakes her head halfway through.

"I have a question." I say.

"Yes?" She asks, looking up to me with her Carmel eyes.

"Where is the mess hall located?"

"Ah, you see, we don't eat at our leisure. There will be breakfast, lunch and dinner provided for us. Unfortunately you've just missed lunch, dinner is not for another 6 hours." She frowns.

"Do you know what will be served for dinner?" I ask another question, hoping to find out more about this place.

"No, i took the day off from working downstairs. That's where the menu is posted. I'm sure it'll be something nice, like meatloaf or soup." She tries, rubbing her hands together for a better effect.

Not eating at your leisure? What kind of circus was this place?

"Okay, thank you, Florence." I said in a Rather tight way.

"You're welcome," She responds, "Now, would you like to get started on training?"
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Dun dun dun!!

Questions of the day, there are three!

1) what do you think his job requires?¿

2) what youtubers do you guys like? I like nickdominates, sarahbaska, robdyke and harshlycritical :)

3) Goodbye Narry :'( until next timeeeee