Our Summer of Direction

Chapter Seven

Katie's POV

 “I am very surprised you put your heels back on.” Harry comments opening my door for me.

“Well I don’t want to but I can’t go barefoot.” I point out when he climbs in. Harry nods and he drives us back into town.

“I think we should walk around for a while.” Harry says the moment he parks the car.

“I hope you know exactly how much I hate you.” I say teasingly getting out of my car and teetering again.

“Take off your heels.” He says holding me back.

“Why? OH!! Harry, I have my direction bag in the car!” I remember. I kick off my heels and pull my Sperrys out of my bag. Harry nods his approval and he takes my hand.

“Where are you wanting to go?” I ask feeling my feet again now that they can breathe.

“OOH! Look a picture booth!” Harry grins tugging me towards it. We spend 10 minutes being goofy and taking adorable pictures. Before we leave I hear a girl yell about how Harry Styles is in the picture booth. We climb out and I grab our pictures while Harry waves to his fans. I stand patiently and a fan asks for a picture.

“I can take it if you’d like.” I offer with a smile.

“No silly! I want you in it too! Any girlfriend of Harry’s is a friend of mine!” The very American girl says pulling me in to the photo. More fans ask for photos and I get glared at by a few fans. When we are finally able to get away Harry has a smile on his face.

“Well you handled them fantastically!” He laughs pulling me close.

“I thought it was fun…” I say suppressing a grin.

“Some of them get a bit crazy.” Harry admits.

“Like the ‘Harry, Harry, give me some of your gravy!’ girl?” I ask biting back laughter.

“Oh ha-ha.” He says drily.

“Personally my favourite was the ‘I wish I was the Chatty Man’s couch so Harry could sit on ma face’ girl. I really liked her.” I say laughing. Harry seems to make the connection that I watched that episode and he decides to quote what happens to be my favourite part.

“NO MORE HOOCH FOR YOU!” He shouts loudly and adorably. I can’t help it and start to laugh.

“I like your laugh. It’s really cute.”

“Not as cute as CUPCAKE HARRY!” I exclaim. He does the face for me and I giggle excitedly.

“OH! I just LOVE it!!” I shout happily. I seem to have made just too much noise because the paparazzi comes out of nowhere asking who the mystery girl Harry Styles is holding hands with. Harry takes off in a sprint pulling me along and we duck into a store.

“I will give you 20 pounds if you tell the paparazzi you didn’t see anyone.” Harry says quickly diving behind the counter and yanking me with him. The man gives him the ok and the paparazzi sprint in.

“Have you seen two teenagers holding hands go by?” One asks breathlessly.

“No, you are my first customers today. How may I help you?” The man asks keeping his word. The PAPS leave and Harry pays the man and we go to leave.

“Well that was less fun.” I say with a sigh.

“No kidding. You handled it brilliantly though.” He says giving me a quick peck on the lips.  I make a bit of incoherent speech and he rolls his eyes.

“So what would you like to do beautiful date of mine?” Harry asks walking in the opposite direction as the PAPS.

“Can we walk to the park?” I ask excitedly. Harry nods and we take off towards the park. The moment I see it I drop Harry’s hand and run to the swings. Harry and I start acting like children having way too much fun. When we stop swinging I go sit on the bench. Harry sits down with me and lays his head in my lap stretching across the bench. I start messing with his curls because that is on my bucket list. And boy let me tell you his hair IS perfect.