The weather has started picking up and the frostbite that nips our skin has began its feast. The cold air of early December hits me in full blast as I open the apartment window.

I'm on the fourth floor which means I get a decent view of the city. I mean, it's nothing fancy of course, but I'm not one to judge much nor be picky. I people watch for a while; hands gripping my warm green tea and fingers feeling the condensation of the morning.

I wear a light sweater to protect me and my favorite fluffly pajama pants with pictures of bears on them. Let's face it- they're adorable.

From the view of my window I notice someone hurriedly walking down a street with a familiar glint to them. A scowl adorns their face as he holds an unnaturaly large bag in his hands.
He looks behind him, but when he fails to see anyone, looks front. I silently thank myself for having worn my glasses at that moment and get my journal.

I write a bit of what happened just for good memory of the fit man walking down the street. Now that I think more of it, he looks similar to the man Harry was with. Of course he can not be though; this man has a full head of light brown hair in brushed to the side in a more modern and manly pixie cut and is more fit and shorter.

I wonder what Harry is doing right now? Maybe out exploring the city. Though there isn't much to explore anymore. It's always the same old thing in this place. The honk of a car, tall skyscraper, people walking- it get's tiring seeing the same thing after a while.

Having made my breakfast of bacon and eggs earlier, I munch on some of it as I have my phone in my hand. Not the best arrangement but it works.

It dings, signaling an incoming message. My lips twist into a small smile as I check the text.

12:34 p.m. 50 Shades ot Slut

Hey V. I'm inviting u over to my house rn so get ur stanky arse here. Brandy is here to. Bring food.

12:36 V

wtr r we gonna do ?? bang or nah

I laugh lightly as I press send.

12:40 Beer Slut

Niall currwntly isn't available rn cuz I locked him in the closet for fun so now hes bangin on the door but i aint opening shiz. come over bitchh

Thinking it over, it'd actually be fun to go. Maybe it will help me get my mind off my mom since the anniversary is coming up soon. And I might need to call my dad as well.

I haven't done that in a while and I've been meaning to give him a ring and talk to him about some things that have been going on lately.

I run into my room with an extra skip in my step and put on a change of clothes. I make sure to wrap up nice and warm for the rolling weather outside. It takes me a minute to actually step out and once I do I walk a few blocks to get to the area where the taxis always come.

The unheard chatter of people passes by me as I make my way downtown. The city is more alive the further you go and in a way, it is all exciting with the cool air beating into your lungs and the luminous lights bouncing off walls.
The rows of taxis line up and I wave my hand impatiently for one. I see one turn towards me and I breathe a sigh of relief. I open the door.

"Thanks," I say.

"Where to?" The driver asks in a thick New Yorker accent. The taxi smells stale and slightly like day old cigarettes. His cheeks are covered in prickly beard hairs and a toothpick dangles from his lips.

I tell him the address and he grunts. For a few minutes we drive swiftly throuth the streets. The traffic luckily not as bad as other days and I make it to Niall's apartment in record time.

I rap my knuckles against the door as I hear girly yells come from inside the room. That must be Niall.

"One second!" I hear Brandy yell and something hit the wall.

"Hurry the fudge up before I break this door down with my boots!" I yell back and I hear more struggling on their end.

I hear someone clamber through the door and then watch as Brandy opens it slightly with sweat drowning her eyebrows and hair up in a ponytail. "Come- in,"She says between breaths.

I push the door open and I am met with Niall tied on the floor with bright yellow tape. His hands are are tied tightly behind his back and legs in the same condition. I look from Brandy to Niall's gagged mouth.
"I don't know what you guys are doing, but I want in."

//

Eight hours later along with rolls of tape gone and cartons of pizza eaten, we are sat to watch a movie.

"What do you guys want to watch?" Niall asks and blows some of his dyed hair out of his face.

"Umm, do you have Harry Potter?" I ask curiously. He quirks an eyebrow and me and nods.

"Harry Potter huh? And since when have you started reading that? It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that he and the other Harry have the same name now, would it?" Brandy snickers and I internally roll my eyes but have a faint blush. What? Maybe part of that is true.

"Like a week already. I haven't read much since the book is huge so I just rather see the movies and second no. It's not because of that. Well, maybe like a five percent of the reason why but that's it. Stop looking at me like that!" I add the last two sentences after an intense stare down with Niall and I run my fingers through my short hair.

"I'm not looking at you. I'm just observing you." He says and jumps to the cabinet where all of his dvds are located.

"Same difference," Brandy singsongs off to the side and I throw myself on the couch. Fudge these people. I'm going to watch whatever I want to even if it may or may not remind me of a certain green eyed someone.

Sorry it took so long and that it was short but please stay with with and stick with this story. I will try upating more often and the story will get more interesting as it goes along.

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