Chapter 8

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I'm starting this chapter off with a massive thank you because I was blown away by the response to the previous chapter. I definitely wasn't expecting this so thank you for all reading and brightening up my days :) 

Unknown Number

Goodnight, Harry.

Unknown Number

Thought to tell ya that it's rude t hang up when someone's chatting t ya!

Unknown Number

Did you disappear on me? Fall asleep or sommat? 

Unknown Number

Haha. Alright, guess ya did!

From the first message Harry read that morning he couldn't help but to look at his phone with a confused expression. It couldn't have been a wrong number because whoever was messaging him knew that they had the right person. They knew his name. 

It didn't take too long for Harry to make the connection as to who was sending him these messages. He actually found himself smiling as he read them over again, and then just a few more times. It was new to him to feel this way; to feel such a fondness towards another person, who he hasn't even met before. All it took for him to feel this was was an accidental call to a sex hot line. 

He saved the number under Lucky before he set his phone back down so he could finish up with his morning routine. Even as he tried to distract himself, he couldn't help but think of how he was going to reply to him. A regular greeting just wasn't coming to him. He felt like he needed to be clever with the other man for some reason. Harry had no idea if 'Lucky' was waiting on him to or if he just expected Harry during the late night hours like normal. 

Harry

Sorry I hung up so fast. Battery was low enough to cut you off anyway. 

That was a lie because the real reason would probably scare the other lad off again and Harry knew he had to try so much harder to avoid that. He couldn't be too personal or come off overly forward. 

 Lucky

Ha! It's probably because ya call the hot line too much.

"Oh," he mumbled to himself, not expecting a reply from 'Lucky' that quickly when he heard his phone ring off once to catch his attention. He barely just finished buttoning up his shirt for work and fixing his trousers so they were fitting comfortably. 

Harry walked back over to where he left his phone on his bed. He couldn't help but read the response with a smile on his face, liking that 'Lucky' seemed to have a bit of an attitude. It was different than the usual persona that he was used to, making Harry wish that he knew his real name so he could leave that connection to 'Lucky' for the phone calls only. If he ever did get his name, then he might discard 'Lucky' altogether. Unfortunately, he didn't see 'Lucky' breaking that rule. He already seemed to break one for Harry. One could just be enough. 

Harry

My apologies for giving you something to do. 

Lucky

Yeah, cause I'm so bored until ya call

Harry didn't know if that was even the truth because he knew very well that there were many others who called this same hot line. 'Lucky' probably had the same conversations that he has had with him. That hurt Harry a bit, knowing he wasn't the only one. He shouldn't be feeling that way or even let on that he was. 

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