Deceiving the Public Eye: Emma Watson X Reader (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3

That Friday, (Y/n) walked into the coffee shop, noticing Emma sitting off to the side. He sat down across from her, and she looked up, smiling brightly when she did.

"Remember Emma, make it a date." She thought to herself.

"Hi." He greeted, sending her a soft smile.

"Hi." She reciprocated, and they walked up to the counter.

After ordering their coffees, and a scone to split between the two, they sat back down at their table.

"Do you come here often?" (Y/n) asked.

"The coffee shop or New York?"

"The coffee shop, you must come to New York often if you have an apartment here." He explained.

"Oh, yeah I come here a lot. It's my favorite coffee shop. It's small, there's not too many people, so I don't have to deal with people taking pictures. I love my fans, but I don't want to have to take several pictures when I simply just want a cup of coffee." She explained, (Y/n) nodding along.

"Yeah, I get that. Fans are quite a bother sometimes." He joked, because anyone who knew (Y/n) knew that he was always kind to his fans. He was always willing to take a picture, because he would've made someone happy. And he loves to make people happy.

"Yeah, I guess so." Emma responded seriously, not getting his joke.

Their coffees were ready, and they picked them up before leaving the shop.

"So now what?" (Y/n) asked, knowing Emma knew more about New York than he did.

"Let's go take a walk around central park?" She offered, and he nodded.

"Sure. I think that would be nice." He accepted, and they started their walk.

They walked around central park for around an hour, and they picked up some ice cream as well, just because (Y/n) wanted some before they left. As (Y/n) ate his three scoop ice cream cone, Emma had finished her coffee, throwing it out in a nearby trash can.

They continued to walk, leaving central park and walking around a less populated area.

"You want some?" (Y/n) offered, sticking his hand out and offering the ice cream. She shook her head, politely denying.

"No thanks. I'll let you enjoy your ice cream."

"I should've bought you some. I'll get you some next time." He told her.

As the two walked, they both didn't realize their hands were connected. (Y/n) was more focused on his ice cream, and Emma was admiring the scenery around her. They had wandered into a garden area, with many different flowers and plants.

"I didn't know New York had these." (Y/n) spoke up, looking at the garden.

"Well, not in the winter. Some areas like to have little community gardens." Emma shared, looking at the flowers. The two disconnected their hands once they looked around the garden, both of them missing the contact they previously had.

(Y/n) snapped a quick picture of the garden. He also took a selfie with his ice cream, and posted it onto instagram, tagging Emma in the photo. She wasn't in any of the photos, but he had tagged her anyway.

They sat down on a nearby bench for a minute, Emma resting her head on (Y/n)'s shoulder. He put his arm around her, and they stayed like that for a few minutes. (Y/n) rested his head on hers, getting butterflies in both of their stomachs. The sun was shining, and the flowers were flowing lightly from the wind. It was a bit chilly, but they were both wearing their jackets.

"This is perfect..." They both thought, enjoying the other's touch and warmth they provided.

Eventually, they had to get up and leave, so (Y/n) helped her up from the bench. The two made their way back to Emma's apartment, luckily not running into any paparazzi.

Once they got inside the apartment, they both took off their jackets and took off their shoes. Emma's apartment was actually quite cozy, and the two sat down on the couch.

"You have a lot of books..." (Y/n) noticed, seeing various books lying around in the house.

"I like to read." She simply responded.

"I can tell..." He mumbled, picking up a random book. "Harry Potter? You still read those?"

"Well...I guess. I mean I know the entire story by heart since I was in the movies but that's my favorite one." She explained, grabbing the copy of Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban.

"Fair enough." He shrugged.

They spent another hour just watching TV, just watching whatever was on the channels.

"Well, I should get going. I have to pack. I'll see you in a few weeks." He told her, getting his jacket and putting his shoes back on.

"Alright, see you on set." She smiled, giving him a hug before he left. Once the door was closed, she let out a tiny squeal, happy that she had somewhat made a move. Things were looking up for Emma Watson.