HARRY'S POV

WHEN SATURDAY MORNING ARRIVED, Florence texted me to meet her at the library at 9:30AM. I think that's the earliest I've ever been up for someone on a weekend. When the principal notified my mother of my community service punishment, she assured me that she would be on top of my case to make sure I completed my hours. I didn't realize how serious she was until I heard her yelling like a madwoman in my room at the ass crack of dawn.

"Get up, Harry! You're due at the library soon, and I will not have you be late," She shouted near my bed. "I know you can hear me."

I groaned at the sound of her voice and squinted my eyes at the clock sitting on my table stand. "It's only 8:30AM mum. 5 more minutes won't hurt...anybody," I yawned before shutting my eyes again.

I was just about to fall back asleep when I felt the duvet being snatched away from me and a cold chill run up my arm. I muttered a string of curse words as I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. My mother smiled at me triumphantly and dumped the blankets into the laundry bin.

"Don't you even think about falling back asleep," Mum said as she pointed her finger at me. "I'll see you downstairs for breakfast in a few."

I nodded my head and stood up from the bed to stretch. When my mother left my room, I was tempted to lay back down but went into the bathroom en suite, brushed my teeth, and showered instead. I came out with a towel wrapped around my waist and droplets of water rolling down my torso.

I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of Calvin Klein boxers, black skinny jeans, and a t-shirt with Queen on it to wear. After putting on my boxers and rolling on my jeans, I stuffed my feet into a pair of brown boots and threw the Queen shirt over my head. I quickly put on some deodorant, fixed my hair into a bun, and grabbed my phone from its charger before heading downstairs into the kitchen.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked my mum as I grabbed a plate from the dish rack.

"Nothing too fancy," Mum replied while turning off the burner. She turned around and slid an omelet onto my plate and then handed me a piece of toast with jam spread over it. "Eat up."

I carried my plate back with me into the dining room and claimed a seat at the table. From where I was seated, I could see the family portrait of me, my mother, Gemma, and Robin hanging above our fireplace. Robin has been in my life ever since I was eight years old and quickly filled the shoes of my father when he left us to go back to England.

By the time I was ten years old, he and my mom had finally married, and he officially became my step-father. Despite the fact that Gemma and I have a different last name than him, we've always been a proud member of the Twist family.

I cut up my omelet into four slices with my fork and knife and took a few bites of my toast. It was only when my throat became dry after swallowing the food did I realize I forgot to pour myself a drink.

"Mum!" I called out. "Can you pour me a glass of orange juice?"

I heard her huff as she opened the refrigerator door and shut it closed after a moment. I smiled to myself and stabbed a piece of my omelet with my fork before putting it in my mouth. She came out with my orange juice a minute later and placed it in front of me.

"Thank you," I told her as she passed me.

"Next time get it yourself," She sighed before returning to her room upstairs.

I finished the rest of my omelet and piece of toast in record time now that I had a drink to wash everything down. I was out of the house by 9:15AM and texted Florence that I was on my way.

FLORENCE'S POV

I arrived at the library fifteen minutes before Harry did and decided to wait for him on the corner. My supervisor tasked me with providing Harry some basic training, so I told him to come at 9:30AM. The library didn't actually open until 10AM on Saturday, but I figured we could get a head start.

I smiled when I saw Harry's Mercedes pull into the parking lot and tried my best to act normal. I folded my arms across my chest and bit the inside of my cheek as he got out of the car. I could feel his eyes on my face, but I tried my best to avoid his gaze as he approached me. Only when he cleared his throat did I look up at him.

"I'm here," He spoke, pausing to wet his lips with his tongue. "Now what?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but I felt like a cat had caught my tongue. "I-um, uh, we're just gonna...go over some basic training first," I explained.

"Basic training? How complicated can handling books at the library be?" Harry asked, his accent thick.

His question made me smirk. "You'll just have to see," I answered while flicking my head to the side. "Try and keep up, Styles."

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I started the training by giving Harry a quick tour of the library. It consisted of five floors including a basement.

"Floor 1 is basically the lobby area where most of the librarians are stationed. People come down here to check out books and dvds mainly," I told Harry as we waited for the elevator to come.

He nodded his head. "Doesn't seem too difficult to remember."

"Oh, I'll be putting your memory to the test at the very end of this," I assured him. "Don't worry."

When the elevator came, we both stepped inside, and I clicked the button for the fourth floor. I pointed to the directory next to the elevator panel on the ride up and read it aloud. "Floor 2 is the children's section, Floor 3 is the teens/young adults section, and Floor 4 is the adult's section."

"Which floor will we be on?" Harry asked me once we got off the elevator.

I shrugged and said, "It really depends, but I spend the majority of my time on the children's floor because I love it there."

I walked over to one of the conference rooms on the fourth floor and typed in the passcode to let us inside. Harry followed me inside shortly afterwards and shut the door behind him.

"What are we doing in here?" Harry raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"I just wanted a more private place to talk with you, so I can figure out what it is you should be doing for the next fourteen Saturdays," I responded. "Besides playing football, what are you good at?"

Harry pinched his bottom lip in thought for a moment before opening his mouth to respond. "I'm very good at talking to women. Ladies can't seem to get enough of me," He told me with a smirk.

I felt my face flush at his confession and awkwardly laughed. "Okay so you're good at flirting. Got it," I confirmed. "What about your troubleshooting skills?"

Harry's eyebrows pulled together in confusion again. "What do you mean by that?"

I cleared my throat before saying, "I'll just give you an example. Let's say someone is using the computer, but they have problems with the internet. What would you do to fix the issue?"

"Well, couldn't they just disconnect and then reconnect to the Internet?" Harry asked.

I shook my head. "No, they don't see the Internet bars on their computer. So what would you do?" I questioned him again.

"I would apologize and suggest that they refresh the page," He sighed. "But if that doesn't work, I'd tell them to restart the computer."

I nodded my head in semi-approval. "That's fair. I would make sure they've entered a correct web address because sometimes that's exactly what the problem is. If worst comes to worst in that situation, you can also just print a guest pass for them so they can use a different computer," I added.

With his green eyes glued to my face, a grin stretched across Harry's lips as he listened to my explanation. I couldn't control the blush that spread to my cheeks but tried to focus back on the training.

"We're almost done," I assured him while rising up from my chair, "but it's time for me to show you how we organize the books and dvds here at the library. It's the same on every floor."

"Sounds super fun," Harry groaned as he got up with me and exited the room.

I smirked. "Oh, it's definitely going to be fun for me. I'll be seeing how good that memory of yours is," I warned him.

Harry grinned even wider as a chuckle escaped from his mouth. He watched me attentively while I explained the different categories of books we had and how they were organized on the shelf. In those moments, I didn't feel self-conscious under his gaze. His green eyes gleamed with a hint of admiration, and I soon realized that's how I wanted him to look at me all the time.

Author's Note:

Hey everyone. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you vote, comment, or share this story with a friend--or do all three--I would greatly appreciate it.

I know I updated yesterday, but the New England Patriots won the Super Bowl (for my international readers: it's the biggest American football game of the year) after the odds didn't seem like they were in their favor, so I double-updated.

I literally spent the whole weekend planning the rest of this story out. I planned for a total of sixty chapters and an epilogue.

Question for my readers: What song is your jam right now?

Mine is "Bad Things" by MGK & Camila Cabello. It's a apart of the Spotify playlist I made for this story.

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Kaylandia