January 16, 2019 (NYC)
"You could come with me if you want." He offered one last time as he pulled up in front of a gorgeous townhouse that belongs to Camille's parents located right in the heart of SoHo.
"Thanks but I think I'd sit this one out. Enjoy with your friends Harry." She smiled getting off the car.
Harry watched her walk towards the door and disappear inside before driving away.
They have established a steady routine for the past few months. Camille had settled nicely in New York and is staying with her parents as it is the safest option they both agreed on because of her condition and she was gracious enough to let Harry stay in her apartment in central park west for the meantime instead of letting him jump from one hotel to another as he strictly instructed that all the work for his up coming album and other projects be moved in NYC to be near Camille and their baby.
He's been Camille's personal chauffer to doctors appointments and he's been invited by her so many times to join her but he'd always choose to stay outside of the examination room or the hospital and just wait for her. Avoiding any chance of running into Taylor and her friends. Karlie definitely scares the shit out of him, he knows she's capable of doing anything.
In 3 months time he's going to be a father to an actual human being. He's going to be responsible for his daughter for the rest of his life and that alone scares the shit out of him. His daughter is getting good at that, scaring him. He can't begin to comprehend how such a tiny human being whom he hasn't even met yet make him feel so frightened.
Harry navigated his way through the busy streets of NYC with care and the patience only a saint should be able to posses, to get to his destination safely. It's interesting how he went from staying in this city for only a week or two to memorizing every nook and cranny and just about everything the city has to offer. It never occured to him how much he'd grow to love the big apple.
The hotel front was pretty busy, packed with arriving tourists who planned to spend days or weeks exploring the busy city or people in business attires rushing out of the hotel and on to a cab or rental cars that will take them to their respective destinations. He gave the keys to the valet who was too stunned to speak, Harry could only offer a smile and slip in a hundred dollar tip in the guys pocket.
Paul was already there when he finally entered the also busy lobby, he led him towards the private elevator of the penthouse suite without being detected by nearly everyone in the lobby,by the time someone took out their phone to record him he was already inside the elevator.
"You're 5 mins late and no offense but you look like shit." Paul said making Harry chuckle.
He caught a glimpse of his reflection on the shiny elevator doors before them and he couldn't agree more with what Paul said. He did in fact look like shit. Thankfully enough he was dressed in presentable clothes.
His face is skinnier and his complexion grew paler, dark circles surrounded his tired green eyes, and his unruly locks are far messier than usual. He was a train wreck, anyone who'd look into his eyes would be able to tell.
It's been a while ever since he last stopped and looked at his reflectionThe person staring back at him right now is different from the superstar who owned the stage in MSG just a few month prior. That superstar felt like a lifetime ago and now Harry could barely recognize himself and that sent a ripple of painful realization over his entire body. He needs to change.
He ran his fingers through his hair in a futile attempt to tame his curly locks into a somewhat presentable which thankfully worked, but Paul knew him better than he could ever give his long time head of security enough credit for. Paul handed him sunglasses which he accepted gracefully.
