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Well, there's still you. And me. 

It is… :/

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Nej, nej, this place cannot be a ghost town. I just got back!

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Charlotte is now on HIATUS.

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That's for you to decipher.

Morning!

Is that a good thing?

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Charlotte's cheeks blushed a bright pink when he called her 'cute'. Perhaps it was just one of his games. Charlotte was oblivious to flirting, but always played along. And plus, Harry was always known as a 'womanizer', so it was possible that it was just another game. Game, games, games. Perhaps life was just another game, and love was just a wild card offered to everyone at some point in their life. Some would decline it, someone would accept. Others would just stare at it, clueless of what to do with it. And Charlotte was one of those people. Just another piece in the game. She poured a bit of milk into her cup of tea, and took small sips out of it. By the time Harry had finished his, she was only halfway through hers. "Erm, yeah," she mumbled softly, looking back at the tiny pool left in her teacup. She picked up her purse and exited the kitchen after Harry's lead. 

Cup O' Tea || Charry

Harry looked at the stuttering girl, still smiling largely. “You’re so cute when you’re nervous.” He managed to spill out, his little dimples deep. But Harry shook his head and smiled. “I think it’s good the way it is.” Once she finished making the tea, Harry quickly drank the hot liquid, feeling it go down his body. “Now,” He began, rubbing the palms of his hands together. “You wanna .. err.. go now?” He asked, rubbing the side of his head. Harry cleared his throat, feeling the silence go through the room. “Charlotte?” He asked again. She finally answered, and Harry waited for her to exit the kitchen. 

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You are something else, you know that?

Morning!

Good. ;)

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I would be lying if I said I didn't...

Morning!

Really…

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Perhaps I do...

Morning!

Is it cause you love me?

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Only for you...

Morning!

Good.

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Of course, my love.

Morning!

Is that a yes?

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Turning around, Charlotte had realized that they had gotten close. Awfully close. And she didn't mind at all. Her smirk dropped for a while as she got lost in his eyes for a while. She noticed that they were a deeper green than she had imagined them, but thought leading to thought, she wondered how it looked when it grew dark with lust. She was practically trapped in his gaze, as if he were holding her there for a while, like his own little slave. 'Tis true, Charlotte was practically jello under his spell. Her fingers fiddled around, tapping some random rhythm on the marble surface. Seconds seemed to pass at the speed of tortoises, seeming like ages, as if the two were thrown into a state of oblivion and then pulled out by the sound of the kettle screeching and squealing. She turned to the kettle to lift it off of the stove, then reaching over, her hip brushing his leg slightly, to turn it off. Reaching into the open cabinet, she grabbed two tea bags and two tea cups. She dropped them in, and turned to Harry, barely avoiding drowning in his eyes once more. "A-are there any specific things you want inn your t-tea?" she asked, with a stuttering smile on her face once more. "Like, milk or something?"

Cup O' Tea || Charry

Harry shrugged. “I’m Harry Styles. I’m pretty sure those girls or guys or whoever will let us play with the puppies.” He smirked, moving all of his curly Harry chuckled. “Well, I guess I’m no true Brit.” He crossed his arms, leaning back to watch the girl make the tea. Harry was lying. He did know how to make tea. But he thought it would be .. let’s just say .. cute if she taught him how. Harry walked over to the girl, making sure their bodies were quite close. “Alright. Sounds good.” He chuckled, resting the palms of his hands on the counter. Harry’s emerald green eye’s turned to look into Charlotte’s soft green ones. The two stood there, just looking at each other for at least thirty seconds. I guess Harry just wanted a chance to catch her beauty better. She’s really really pretty. Even Beautiful. Perfect, maybe? Harry thought, biting his lower lip, glancing down at hers. He had this strong urge to kiss her, but he stopped himself. He pulled his body weight off of the counter and rubbed the palms of his hands together. “It’s boiling.” He smiled, looking back at Charlotte.

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Alrighty.

Morning!

I dunno. Just you.

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Is there anything in particular that you would like me to do, besides keeping you company, my dear?

Morning!

That’s the Styles for ya! Yes, you. Little ‘ol you. Hmm.. I dunno. Keep me company?

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Once again, flattering, you are, Styles. No, no, yo made perfect sense. En moi? Little ol' me? Why, what could I do for you, my dear?

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Yep, attractive you are. I made no sense there, did I? I was kinda leaning towards you?

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  Attractive, huh? I don't know. A book, a movie? Write another song? I don't know. Perhaps you could find someone that could help you with your little problem.

Morning!

I flatter girls who I find attractive, duh. Like what?

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Your job? Do tell me more. Well, you'll just have to find something to keep you quiet.

Morning!

I know, I know. It’s my job. ;) I can’t do that. I love talking.

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You're too flattering. I've only lost my voice so many times, but eat hot stuff- particularly liquids- and just keep quiet for a while.

Morning!

That’s better!

Just seeing and talking to you is good. It’s okay. I’m slightly loosing my voice, so I might as well just make some soup.