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Callum & Harper (Sleepless 1)

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“Alright, fine, but...Wait, we?”

“Yes. We, as in Harper and I.”

“Did Charlie know you let some stranger stay in his apartment?” She practically yelled, knowing full well Harper was within hearing range.

“Um, yes, he did, not that it’s any of your business.”

“Shit, Callum. I’m his freaking girlfriend!”

“No, you’re not and you know it. Charlie was never exclusive with you. You said so yourself.” She tried to open her mouth but I interrupted her, “What’s the real reason you’re here, Sam?”

She made a motion to come inside but I placed my hand on the door jamb, blocking her way.

“Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Are you coming to the show Saturday night?”

“You knew I would be.”

“Are you bringing her?”

“Who?” I played dumb.

“Harley.”

“Harper!” Harper corrected from the living room.

I wanted so badly to howl in laughter.

Sam crossed her arms and slowly tapped her foot. “Well?”

“Yes, I’m bringing Harper. I want her to meet Charlie.”

Her face brightened with realization.

“Yeah, I want Charlie to meet Carper, too,” she said, barely stifling her glee.

“Harper.”

“Yes, I’m sure Charlie will find her as delightful as you do,” she challenged, voicing the very fear I was so terrified of.

“Alright, well if that’s all, then I’ll see you tomorrow night,” I said, closing the door.

It clicked shut. I faced the door, shaking my head. What in the world did I ever seen in that girl? I wondered if I should mention it to Charlie or just see how things played out.

“As I said,” Harper chimed in, clearing her throat. “She likes you.”

I scratched my head. “Yeah, maybe you’re right,” I said more to myself than to Harper. “I don’t get it. I’ve chased her for years, practically drooling at her feet and now, all of a sudden, she acts like she wants me? So frustrating.” I didn’t think I’d ever been less attracted to a girl once I knew she possessed that quality and I found myself almost feeling sorry for Charlie rather than my usual jealous.

I look up at Harper but she averted her gaze.

“Um, yeah,” she said at the wall. “Well, shall we, um, look through the listings?”

The paper held several affordable options in Washington Heights but we agreed that Manhattan was not a requirement and by the looks of the prices, neither was a two bedroom. We searched around the city and visited a few options near campus but found nothing really worth anything. Our last stop was in Queens, an Astoria one bedroom.

I rang the buzzer to gain entry to the building.

“Yes?”

“Uh,” I said, “we’re here to view the one bedroom.”



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