"Harry," Niall begins, dropping his fork onto his plate. He and Harry were at a breakfast restaurant as a make up for the halloween store thing. "Niall James," Harry mocks, not bothering to look up from picking eggs off his plate with his fork. "Lets go on a date. An actual one. Not a friend one, or a make up one, a real one." Harry looks up and stops chewing, staring at Niall with a surprised expression. "For real?" Niall puts his head in his hands and nods, grinning like a fool. "Okay! W-when? Where?" Harry says with a little too much happiness. Niall giggles and shrugs. "In a day or two. I don't know."

The waitress that has been serving the two walks up with refills of their drinks. But this time, there's more cleavage than there was before. Harry clears my throat quietly and avoids making eye contact with her, but she tries to make some with Niall, and tries even harder to grab Harrys attention. "Would you like me to take that?" The brunette asks Harry, gesturing to his almost empty mug. "Uh, yeah. Thank you." She smiles at him and leans over more than necessary to pick up the mug, her chest closer to Harrys face for comfort. He averts his eyes and turns his head, pretending too look at a painting on the wall. Niall snorts and covers his mouth, eyes crinkling and face turning red from laughing so hard, and trying not to. Harry looks at him with his eyes and slowly smirks, wanting to tell him to shut up.

When the woman leaves, Niall releases all the contained laughter and Harry says, "Shut up!"

"She definitely wants you!" Niall throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, his teeth being exposed. "She was looking at you also!" Niall doesn't respond, he just keeps laughing. "She's too..." Harry looks at the waitress who's attending a different table, being equally flirtatious even though he's an older man. "Promiscuous." Harry looks at Niall, who's stopped laughing. "What does Promiscuous mean?" His eyes are full of wonder and he leans forward for the answer. Harry found it cute he was so interested in vocabulary. "It means that she sleeps a lot with men. She can't and doesn't stick with just one person." Niall nods his head, making a face of interest and picking up his fork to finish the last three bites of his pancake.

"Hey, what is that?" Harry asks and points to the big poster being taped on the window of Golden Quills. Niall squints his eyes, being able to see through the poster with the light on it and reading the words backwards. "Amber Alert."

"Oh."

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I'M SO EXCITED FOR CHRISTMAS BECAUSE MY FRIEND AARON HAS NEVER EVER OWNED A PET IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE SO I'M GETTING HIM A FUCKING PUPPY.

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