"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: fyi, this is the last Wednesday update. i'm catching up the the updates i have written and don't want to feel rushed so i will be updating on sunday now i hope that's okay with you guys. if you want sneak peeks of the chapters before i post my twt is nikeystyles <3
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Work dragged on forever, and I knew it was because Harry and I were supposed to hang out. Well, it was also probably because I had barely gotten any sleep, but I wouldn't have changed that for the world. After all, Harry was vulnerable with me, and I was very happy about that. It was the first time I had ever felt like someone was showing me their real emotions. Even if he had told me he didn't want me while I was there to help him, he eventually gave in and cried himself to sleep against me and that had been more than enough for me to see that he was trying with me.
By the time it was five, there was a knock at my door. I would be a liar if I said I didn't blush when he walked in, and I knew it was because he made me so nervous. It was the good kind of nervous though where I was super excited and happy to see him. He didn't stop to sit at the chair like he usually did, and instead sat on my desk, Harry smiling down at me.
"Finishing up?" he asked.
"If that's okay?"
"Take your time. I just have plans with a hot babe tonight."
I pushed him away.
"What? I'm serious. She's spending the night at my house and everything."
"Harry."
"Yes, doll?"
"You're too much."
"You don't even know," he stated, pausing briefly before he continued. "I take that back, you've seen it, so you do."
I knew what he was talking about, my eyes wide as I stared up at him. He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he jumped off the desk and stood behind me. I was writing down some notes for my newsletter when Harry started to kiss my shoulder a bunch, my face burning until I finally sighed.
"Fine, fine," I complained. "We can leave. I'm doing your interview Friday though."
"For sure, doll."
I went to grab my bag but he very quickly picked it up off of the ground. Glaring at him, he shrugged, and I knew that he wasn't about to fight over who was carrying what. However, as I grabbed my purse, I reminded him that I carried my bag from my house here.
"And remind me to never let you do that again," he told me.
It made me laugh, Harry and I walked downstairs. I was talking to him about what I was doing for the newsletter next week, and he was listening with a smile on his face. It wasn't often that I felt like someone was actually excited to listen to what I had to say, but it was clear Harry cared a lot, the two of us saying goodbye to the evening receptionist before leaving the building. Once we were outside, Harry held my hand, a small smile on my face as I looked up at him.
