Broken

Jeremy (Clark)

Harry plays a Fleetwood Mac song as we cruise through New York in his VERY nice car. Dark shades cover his eyes, and his curls whip around from the open window. I smile, breathing in the city air. 

Harry makes a sudden turn, and we drive towards a small cafe. The smell of coffee and pancakes rolls  from inside, and my stomach growls.  Harry throws the car in park, and before I can put my hand on the door handle he's already running around to open it for me. I shake my head and smile. For someone who acts so hard on the exterior he really does have a soft side.

I slip my hand into his, and we walk into the chic cafe. 

"a table for two please darling" Harry smiles at the young girl standing at the door. "Her eyes widen and I can see her mouth drop open. 

She looks like she's about to pass out. "of-of course sir." She grabs two menus with shaky hands, and leads us to a table set up on a back porch . She sets down our menus and gives us a smile.

"Here you are, and let me know if you need anything else. I'll be back in a bit to take your orders." 

"Thanks love." Harry says, giving her a wink. Her cheeks flush red, and I think I actually see her fade out of consciousness for a moment. Harry sits back, contempt with himself as the waitress scampers off.

"Harry!?!" I scold, slapping his arm lightly. "The poor girl was nervous enough, you didn't have to wink at her."

He crosses his arms over his chest, a smug smile crawling across his face. "I can have a little fun now can't I?" he hums in his deep accent. 

"you're unbelievable." 

"unbelievably talented, sexy, or charming?" he asks tilting his head sideways. 

I let out a snort of laughter. "Well definitely not humble."

"Heyyyyy" he says furrowing his eyebrows.

I shrug my shoulders, catching a small smile on his face out of the corner of my eye. I flip through the thin menu and then add in a low voice

"alright, maybe a little sexy too."  One of his eyebrows shoots up and he looks at me in surprise.

I quickly look back at my menu, smiling shyly. I feel a finger, gently coax my chin up, making me meet his piercing green eyes. He stares at me with a small smirk on his face. "You're something else, you know that?" he murmurs after a few seconds, dropping his hand from my face. 

I clear my throat and look away, trying to hide the wave of butterflies rippling through me, but I'm pretty sure he knows how much he affects me.

The waitress comes back, takes our orders, and then brings out a pile of pancakes and coffee. I smile at the food, and shovel into my mouth happily.

"Hey I've been meaning to talk to you about something." Harry suddenly says. I look up to see him chewing his lip nervously. 

"The boys and I have a press conference this afternoon." 

"okaay..." I say, confused about where this is going.

"and um after that we'll be leaving to go to London to see our families, play a couple of shows, and then continue on our tour." he looks at me, concern etched on his face.

"When do you leave for London?" I ask, a pit in my stomach. He stares at me for a moment before looking down at his plate. "Tomorrow morning" 

"Tomorrow??" I say angrily. "You could have at least warned me, 'hey so I'm leaving in 24 hours, and you probably won't ever see me again, but here's to today right?' " I shoot him a pissed off look."