Why do I hate Harry Styles?

17: Do you trust me?

No perspective

They were walking ,holding hands, free from this world , the weather was calm and ominous, the sun was casting its luminescent glow. The waves below appeared to be sprightly dancing in the cool breeze.

Her hand clasped firmly in his grip it appeared as if they were meant to be together.

When Bella noticed a vendor.

"Candy floss?" She asked.

"Blue one." Harold replied.

"Okay."

"This is one thing ,one can't get tired of having. " said Bella , enjoying her candy floss

"I know Right?"

"So..What is exactly this place?" Asked Bella.

"The 6th street Via...."

"Don't worry I know that. And you very well know what I meant. Why are we here?"

"Umm this is one place I would come to when I feel like....lonely?"

"Your family is in Britain?"

"...yeah."

"Uh-why don't you live with them? I mean your job is touring , as it is you have to be somewhere else so why not live there with your family instead of being alone?"

"Uh-I feel more....independent this way."

"Sorry...but I won't buy it."
Bella said, finding it hard to believe.

"Do you like balloons?" Asked Harold.
Bella thought it was his attempt to change the conversation.

Bella was going to reply him when she realised, he was looking at kid, wearing yellow , dusty shirt and ragged shoes who was gazing at a ballon vendor with wanting eyes.

Soon Harold went towards the vendor and bought all the ballons from him, then he approached the kid , smiling warmly at him .

On reaching him , Harold bent on his knees to come in level with the kid , he tied the string of the balloons on his wrist, not before taking a red ballon out of it .

"Don't let them fly." He spoke to the kid pinching his nose.

Then he rose on his foot and came towards Bella ,giving her the red balloon he said

"This is for you my lady."

Bella smiled and nodded her head slightly, accepting it.

Walking a few distance together, occasionally talking.

Harold asked.
"Do you know cycling?"

"Yes." Bella replied, she was sure Harold had something in mind therefore she didn't bother to ask 'why'.

"What do you say about cycling?"

"Here?"

"Yeah we could hire two cycles."

"Okay."
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"Hey wait for me..." cried Harold , who was trying to pedal fast to come in pace with Bella.

"Why don't you give your legs some pain?" taunted Bella.

She was cycling effortlessly, her light brown locks , in air ,it seemed as if she was flying in the wind.

When a few stones came on her way , which made her almost trip.

Harold was quick to grasp that opportunity to go ahead Bella.