"Thank you for listening to Dawn FM, dead or alive every morning at 7am."
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Set in 1987, Maggie Holmes is hired as a temp placement at Dawn FM for the summer. She gets to know the radio personalities, some more than others. One of the hosts, H...
a/n: the as it was references in here hehe ... also the leaks? i haven't listened but omg ...
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I was nearly falling asleep with the book in my hands as I read on the sofa. Even if it was an adventurous book, I was simply tired from my day as a whole. Glancing at the clock, above my television, I noticed it was just past eight-thirty now. It had only been about an hour and a half since I had gotten home, but I really was exhausted. Sighing to myself, I tried to keep my eyes open as best as I could, though, I was about to fall asleep when I heard a knock at my door. My body jumped, and I found myself mustering up the energy to get off the sofa. Setting my book down on the coffee table, I walked over to the door. When I glanced out the peephole, I wasn't surprised to see Harry, leaving me to pull the door open quickly.
"Hi, doll," he greeted.
"Hi."
"How was your day?" he asked.
"I'm not doing this."
"Doing what?" he smirked.
"This," I told him. "The chit chat. I'm tired, Harry, I want to say goodnight to you."
He shook his head. I could tell by his posture he seemed like he was hiding something behind his back. It made me nervous, especially since last night he had gone out of his way to bring me flowers. Now, he was holding something again, but I had absolutely zero inclination as to what it could possibly be.
"You're not even going to talk to me a little?" he asked. "Before you say goodnight, of course."
"Why would I want to talk to someone who picks up the phone in the middle of sex?"
"Who said I was fucking her?"
"You weren't?" I questioned.
"I was."
"And you just get up and answer the phone? You don't see anything wrong with that?"
"I was waiting for you to call me back," he shrugged, still standing on my front porch with his arms behind his back. "She came over, I was alone. We were in the middle of something, but I think it was a fine reason to take a brief intermission."
"I just don't like it," I told him. "It makes me feel weird."
"Then I'm sorry, okay? Don't get all uptight about it."
"I'm not uptight about it, Harry, I'm just telling you that it's weird."
He rolled his eyes and I could tell he was annoyed with what I had to say, but it needed to be said. There was no reason for him to be irritated with me right now, especially since I was willing to open up my house to him even after my bedtime. Of course, I wanted to just get rid of him, but I knew that he needed to come in to collect his jacket and make sure that he hadn't forgotten anything else. So, I found myself shifting out of the way for him.
