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 I woke up with the sun,
Thought of all of the people, places and things I've loved.
I woke up just to see
With all of the faces, you were the one next to me.

You can feel the light start to tremble,
Washing what you know out to sea.
You can see your life out of the window tonight.

If I lose myself tonight,
It'll be by your side.
I lose myself tonight...
(oh) yeah, yeah, yeah.

If I lose myself tonight,
It'll be you and I.
Lose myself tonight...
Whoooooooooo  

                                            If I Lose Myself - OneRepublic

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Bored. That's what I am. Completely bored. For the past two hours, I've been looking straight to my coulourless, plain wall. It's nice...I mean, I've been thinking about ways of decorating it. Since it's just so...boring. 

I can print some of my pictures and pin them on the wall, and I could also take some lights to put up. Maybe a lamp and-- My thoughts are being interrupted by a knock on my window. I glance at it and see Harry, standing on a tree branch begging me to let him in before he falls. I huff and head to my window. When I open it, Harry, falls-head first- on my wooden floor. "You know we have a door in the house. Don't you?"

"Don't be all sarcastic on me!" He groans. "I know you do have a door. But I like the window more. It's our thing." He smirks. I raise and eyebrow.

"We have a 'thing'?" I quote with my hands and he shrugs.

"Sure we do." 

"Whatever floats your boat."

"What were you doing? I've been ringing you all day and you never answered." He gets off the floor and sits on my bed. 

"That's because I don't have a phone." 

"And why is that?"

"I dunno. It's just didn't turn on. The screen stayed pitch black, despite what I've been doing to turn it on. It was a lost cause." 

"And what now?" He asks and joins his hands on top of his knees. His back muscles can easily been seen through the thin material of his shirt. 

"I'm getting it fixed. Then my parents will get me a new one on my birthday, 'cause this phone has been a pain in the arse since the day I got it." I flop down to bed next to him. 

"I just realised, that I don't know your birthday. When is it?" He panics and I laugh.

"Neither I know yours, by the way but it's okay. Don't panick it's not that important." I chuckle and he shakes his head.

"No it is important. Now tell me when is your birthday?" 

"It's on the second of March." I smile and look at him, to realise that he frowns.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He pouts.

"You never asked." I point out. 

"Fair enough." 

"When is yours?" I curiously ask.

"February first." He grins. 

"Woah...nice date."

"Thanks." He smiles widely and I laugh at his silliness.

"Why did you come here for?"

"To take you to the library and read poetry." He reveals with a goofy grin stretching on his face.

"Are you serious?" 

"One  hundred  percent. Come on. We'll leave from your window." He takes my hand and drags me towards 'our exit'. I stretch my hand to grab my jacket but Harry, drags me further, saying something like: 'You don't need that.'

"Let me at least get my umbrella, Harry. For Goodness' sake." 

"You don't need it. I don't think it's gonna rain anyways." He shrugs and opens the window. 

"But it's cloudy and--" Suddenly he pulls my arm until our chests are touching. My breath comes to a halt. Harry glances at my lips and I glance at his. The tingling feeling in my chest, travels to my stomach as he whispers. "Let's go."

And we leave.

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We enter the public library and I'm speechless. To be honest I've never been here before. When I want a book I go to a book store and buy it. I don't like borrowing it. It doesn't feel right. But this place is stunning. A big dome made completely out of glass is on top of our heads. The building itself looks like the ones of the old times, so elegant, so flawless. 

Harry drags me from my arm, up a marble staircase. I grab from the railings, slowly taking every step, admiring every single detail. When we finally reach the top floor, I'm surrounded by hundreds of shelves filled with books, some are old, some are new. I've been mesmerised by books. You open them and they overflow with stories, for everyone. From an eighty year old, strange man to a little kid. It's mind-blowing, how many knowledge they can hold in their pages. 

"Ione...Ione..." Harry calls my name and snaps me out of my thoughts. "Are you okay? Do you want us to leave?"

"No, no. Of course not. Just thinking." I flick him off with my hand. 

"About what?" He half smiles.

"You don't have to know everything." 

"Okay, okay. Don't bite." I already have. I think and it makes me smile in satisfaction.

"Now, check this out." He exclaims excitedly, and takes my hand in his. The butterflies are returning once again in my stomach. He guides me through all these isles full of books. We reach the end of the isle which happens to be a floating bridge, connecting the two sides of the library. Under the bridge is the entrance. I can see the employee sitting in her desk, typing something on her computer. 

"I discovered it a while ago, and I thought that you would totally love it. The main reason why I brought you here is because of this. And books of course." He chuckles. 

"This is honestly so cool. It makes me feel like some kind of secret agent."

He smiles and takes my hand in his. "We should be going Agent, Ione." 

"I think you're right Agent, Harry." He smirks and guides me on the bridge. He stops in the middle and pretends to take out his gun.

"They're coming for us." He whispers, fully into his role."I should protect you." 

"I can protect myself. Thank you  very much." I cross my arms. 

"Oh come on." He whines. "They're gonna get us."

"Whatever." I roll my eyes.

"Watch out!" He almost screams and pushes my body to the railings. My breath is knocked out of my lungs when his figure comes in contact with me, nearly crashing me. His face is inches away from mine. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to control myself.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He's fast to apologise. 

"Nah, it's okay. I'm okay." I dust off my clothes and follow him to the other side of the bridge, to the poetry section. 

"What do you fancy reading?" 

"I don't know." I shrug.

"Do you want something like--" He doesn't get to finish when I interrupt him.

"Actually I do have something in mind, I'm just not sure if they have this book."

"Why wouldn't they?" 

"It's peculiar." I smirk. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. 

"How so?"

"it's erotic poetry." I confess and his eyes, widen. 

"What?" He whispers-yells. 

"You'll like it." I mumble and search in the endless row of books. 

"What is the name of the book?" He sighs.

"Dirty Preety Things." 

"I think I found it." He states and I run to him.

"Yes!" I take it from his hands and run my fingers through the smooth pages. "Let's sit by the window." Harry takes a seat in the fluffy cushions and I sit between his legs.

"That's where you're gonna sit?" 

"Yep." I laugh. "It's comfortable." 

"You're unbelievable." He shakes his head, making his curls bounce up and down.

"Let's start." I rub my hands together. "You read." 

"Is this a hundred percent safe?" He asks me anxiously.

"Why? Are you afraid you're gonna get pregnant?" 

"Ione!" He whines. "I just haven't read anything... erotic before." 

"You're missing out." I chuckle and he looks at me as if I grew another pair of eyes. 

"You've read something erotic before?"

"Hell yeah I have. And this guy is amazing. I follow him on Tumblr." He looks at me shocked. It's so funny to see him like this. 

"Okay, okay. I'll read. God help me." He opens the book to a random page. I sit back comfortably waiting for him to start. "Okay so this one is called 'Understatement''"

"Hmm..."

" 'Unbutton, unzip, unclip, untie, undo, undress.'

"Understood" she replied.' " I look up at him and see him starring at the page. 

"Harry--"

"Now, I get it." He says and turns red. I try to stifle my laugh but fail. "Okay, next. This one is called 'Book'. Kind of ironic but anyway." He clears his throat and starts shaping every single word with his soft, pink lips.

 " 'Put your hands on my knees, she said, and think of me as a book you've been dying to read.'" 

"Hmm...that's nice." 

"Ione, that's dirty." He whispers.

"It's anything but dirty Harry. It doesn't say anything. Everyone can picture something different. You just have a dirty mind." I smirk. 

"I do not." He squeals.

"Sure."

"Ugh...so this one is called 'She Said'

'Romance is all well and good, but...it's just that I'm not in the mood for whispered sweet nothings or your fingers running softly through my hair. What I want, more than anything, is to treat me like your own personal sex doll.

Don't kiss me-- make me bite my lip' " I love his voice and how he says those things. Those words. I feel like climbing on top of him and kissing him like there's no tomorrow. 

"Well that was interesting." He smirks.

"So you like it after all?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"Yeah, I do."

"Told you, you would." I shrug and he teasingly pushes me with his arm. 

"It's raining." He informs me. I hum as I let my head fall back in the soft material of the cushion, between his legs. "Ione..." He nudges my shoulder.

"Hmm?" 

"Let's go out." 

"Are you crazy? It's raining." I open my eyes and stare at him. He has a goofy smile on his face.

"That's the point." He says, rather excited.

"No, Harry! That's not the point. I didn't even get my umbrella because you told me so." I raise my hands in frustration and then, let them fall in my lap. Harry gets up and grabs my forearm, to help me get up as well.

"Come with me." Is all he says before he drags me down to the exit of the library. 

"Harry, it's pouring. I'm not going out." I pout and cross my arms over my chest. Harry smirks and with a 'threatening' whisper he tells me.

"Oh, you are." His arms grab me from my knees and lift me off the floor. My torso hangs over his back, while my legs are draped down his chest. 

I squeal as he opens the door and I hear the rain falling hard on the concrete. "Harry, put me down. NOW!" I demand.

"No, way." Is all he says before he takes a step forward and exposes us to the pouring rain. I slap his bum repeatedly and he lets me down. "Harry! Look what you've done." I huff. "I'm all wet because of you." I hit his chest with my fists but he captures them in his palms.

"Oh really?" 

"Oh, my God, Harry, I hate you." 

"You don't." I stomp my feet down in frustration. "Tell me you don't hate me." He takes a step forward but I don't move an inch.

"Hell, no. Look at me." I point at my drenched self in irritation.

"If you don't. I'm gonna tickle you." He threatens as I take a step back, holding up a finger to him. 

"You won't dare."

"Watch me." And with that he's after me. I quickly run to get away from him, my feet splashing into puddles full with water. I quickly run to a nearby park, trying to find a hiding spot, but the flooding rain, makes it harder for me to see. Suddenly a pair of hands find my waist. I turn around to see Harry, holding me with a mischievous smile. I try to get out of his grasp but his fingers are already on my sides, tickling me with no mercy. 

"N-no...H-Harry. Stop!" I say breathless as he continues his assault with his fingers. 

"Say you don't hate me." He stands above me, his curls dripping on my face.

"Never!" I exclaim and he tickles me even harder, if that's possible. "O-okay, okay I'm sorry. I-I don't h-hate you." 

"Good girl." He smiles and helps me get up. By now, my clothes are all muddy and wet. 

"Look how I am." I groan

"Still pretty."

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Okay sorry for not updating but school...yeah... and exams....God I hate school so much. Anyways.My phone broke down so i'm getting another one, maximum, by Thursday. So i'm also gonna write there. 

When christmas break stats, I promise I will at least update once in two days. Gosh this is so exciting. Anyway. Stay tuned cause a LOT of things are going to happen. the next chapters are something like fillers just like this one, but they're cute soooo..... enjoy it till it lasts because... DRAMA comes. ;) 

Love ya.

Steph xx.