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Dont mean to be rude or anything but when i have to put an accent on a bad word in this story it normally means that the chapter will be put on private if i dont censor it so pls dont comment annoying things when you see the word ive censored because i feel awkward when people point out stuff
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Now that our date at Lobster & Burger was over we decided to wander around the rest of Cardiff with a small tub of frozen yogurt with white chocolate toppings.

"There's so many street performers today." Harry observed the busy streets with suspicion as various dancers and guitar players performed for our money. "It's dumb. I don't want to see a white boy with dreadlocks playing the guitar while I'm trying to eat."

"He's ambitious." I defended.

"He's a twat and probably a member of the illuminati."

I giggled while having to swallow the frozen deliciousness of yogurt. "Are you, uh- a conspiracist?"

He immediately nodded. "Fuck yeah. There's so much things unexplained on this earth."

"Like the assassination of Martin Luther King. Wasn't the U.S government found guilty?" I informed him.

"I haven't heard anything about that," He shrugged. "But apparently aliens are invading earth real soon."

I didn't know what to respond to his strange conspiracy but it sure was interesting. His head looked up from his yogurt and stared innocently at me with a small smirk.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked in embarrassment.

"You've got yogurt on your chin." He laughed a little and brought his thumb to my face and gently smudged it onto his hand before licking his fingers.

"You're so good to me." I spoke sarcastically, yet there was some truth behind it.

He grinned and kept his bottom lip between his teeth. "What else do you want to do today? It's only five."

"What is there to do?"

"Well, not a lot," He answered truthfully. "We could go home and watch a movie, but we do that too often. We should go out somewhere."

"Somewhere?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I'll text everyone and ask if any house parties are on."

The thought of socialising with more strangers made my skin itch, but I remained calm. I breathed deeply, in through my nose and out of my mouth.

"That'll be cool." I exhaled.

"And if no one's having one, then... hm, I don't know. We can get drunk someplace else."

I furrowed my eyebrows in curiosity at his desperation for a shot of vodka. "Do you only drink to get drunk?"

"No." He immediately answered.

"You totally just want to get drunk... Why?" I almost laughed as I saw him squirm in slight embarrassment.

"I'm happier when I'm drunk. I'm a nice drunk." He informed with a small smirk.

"It's sad," I spoke and licked my bottom lip. "You shouldn't have to be drunk to be happy."

"I'm happy right now. I have frozen yogurt, and I'm with you." He made me smile secretively as I knew exactly what his intentions were.

"You're cute."

"You're cuter."

"Obviously." I caressed my own face and flashed him a false smile.

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