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Well hi. I'm Bree. I'm nineteen and I should really be in New York City right now. Or London. Or Narnia. Or in your dreams. I've got a boyfriend, maybe you've heard of him?

{just a rp}

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"I’m doing no such thing," he chuckled. "But if you’re looking to get me fed, I guess I cannot complain." They weren’t that far from the diner. He wondered just how empty it would be. It was late at night, but the strip was still buzzing with life. It was like any city he guessed. Only it was more of a tourist attraction than any other city he’d been in before. It was part of why he really enjoyed getting to go see his mum sometimes. It was quiet there. Not a lot of noise at night to keep you awake. Then again, you really couldn’t pay him to leave London either. To him, it was the place that he and Bree made their home. Even when they were apart, he looked at it that way.

"Are you excited to see Gemma again?" His sister was going to come visit for the rest of the tour. It made him a little nervous. Not everyone had been happy with Bree after she left. Okay. Mostly everyone had been a little hurt and angry about her sudden departure, but Harry guessed they kept that to themselves for his benefit. Gemma, of course, was just being his protective sister. Anyone who tried to hurt him went into her negative column. Hopefully, Gemma was a little more forgiving since she never doubted Bree’s feelings for him. Hopefully.

As they arrived at the diner, he opened the door for her. The smell of greasy food and the sound of old school doo-wop hit him. Yeah. It certainly was a place they were going to enjoy. If not for the food, then for the atmosphere. A tired looking woman sat behind the counter, flipping through a tabloid. When she saw them walk in, she put on her best smile and led them to a table.

Bree was well aware that, well, no one was happy with her. Barely anyone was. She understood that she had fucked up big time by leaving Harry, but she had her own twisted little reasons as to why she convinced herself that things had to end. It wasn’t her proudest moment, and one thing the girl absolutely hated was knowing that people weren’t happy with her. She was a people pleaser; she dwelled on the fact that people disliked her and she beat herself up over it. Even so, the one person she cared about the most was Harry, and he had accepted her back with open arms. That was more than she could ever ask for.

So to say she was timid about seeing Harry’s family was an understatement. She was scared shitless, especially his sister, who was protective and wouldn’t bite her tongue on what she thought of their situation. But she was a nice girl, and if it was needed, Bree would just have to sit down with her and reassure her that her brother was by far the best thing that ever happened to her, and she was nothing but stupid for letting that go. She pressed her lips together and looked up at him. “Of course,” she replied with a soft smile. She hoped it didn’t seem like she was totally scared to talk to his family again. She’d be civil, of course. She’d take any hate that came her way, considering she deserved it. And it wasn’t like she didn’t think it of herself in the first place.

She curtsied playfully as Harry opened the door for her and she stepped inside, taking a look around the diner. It was probably the most rundown little place Harry had eaten at in a while, she figured. She followed the waitress into the restaurant, letting her eyes meander around to see how… empty it was. A few people here and there, but otherwise, it was pretty deserted. The place itself was pretty tucked in, so she was sure people walked by it all the time. Bree took a seat at a little booth across from Harry, thanking the waitress as she put a plastic menu in front of her. She tapped her menu on Harry’s knuckles playfully, biting her lip and grinning at him. “So are we gonna go real old fashioned and share a milkshake? Might as well get spaghetti so we can be like Lady and the Tramp while we’re at it.”

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There’s a toilet.

I don’t think you’ll be able to keep quiet.

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If that’s the way you’re leaning, then yes. Not like I’m going to say no.

Sweetheart, in public?

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I meant in a less painful way.

Do you want me to suck you off, Styles?

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I was just making conversation. Perhaps you can warm it up.

I can light a quick match, sure.

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It’s a natural reaction to cold, Brenna.

Yes so why did I have to know?!

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Okay good. It’s terribly cold in the water. Major shrinkage happening right now.

And that can fall under the category: Things I Didn’t Need to Know About My Boyfriend.

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Just what I wanted to hear.

I’ll make room on the door for you.

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You’ll never let go, Jack?

Oh, baby. I’ll never let go. 

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