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Harry was wandering down Camden high street, hair under a hat, hands in his pockets. He hardly ever got bothered in Camden. As long as he stayed low-key, he could go weeks without being recognised.
He was just out for a walk, that was all. And if he happened to walk past the only used bookshop in the area that he could recall, well, that wasn’t anybody’s business. He had no idea about Louis’ employees or anything, wasn’t sure if Louis would even be there. When he walked into the bookshop, he just knew it wasn’t Louis’. The vibe didn’t feel like him, or something.
He walked straight back out and rolled his eyes at himself as he pulled his phone out.
‘There is one bookshop on Camden high street and it ain’t yours. Did you tell a fib, Mr Tomlinson?’
‘Shit, are you even Tomlinson anymore?’
His phone buzzed with a reply almost immediately.
‘I’m down Parkway lad! If you hit pizza express you’ve gone too far. And yes, still Tomlinson :)’
Harry pocketed his phone immediately and headed down towards Camden Town station. He crossed over and turned right to head down Parkway, looking around at all the shops. He knew them all well enough, but he was looking for something he clearly had never noticed before.
Then he spotted it. Wedged between a sushi place and a beauty salon was an inconspicuous little bookshop entitled Parkway Books. Harry smiled to himself and slipped into the shop.
Louis’ fingers were in his hair, glasses perched on his nose as he held a book in his other hand. He looked up when the door opened and broke into a smile.
Harry smiled and looked around. The shop was small but seemed to go quite far back and there was shelves full of books everywhere he looked. There seemed to be far too many books for the space.
“You have… a lot of books.”