(Emily's POV): I parked the car the car in an empty parking lot. Harry surveyed the place,"so this is your special place?" I smiled,"well not exactly, we have to walk a little bit but yes I thought since you took me to your special place why not take you to mine. It's definitely not as special as your but I sometimes come here when I want peace and quiet. It helps me relax and think things through and be with only myself. Come on." I started walking on the path. A warm hand enveloped mine and I bit my lip to hold back my smile. We walked in silence soaking up the nature and being together. "It isn't illegal is it?" Harry joked. I bumped him with my hip,"no... At least I don't think so." We walked for another couple of minutes listening to the birds and the wind. "Ahh here it is." We walked into a small little beach. It was green grass that was sharply cut off by water. A willow tree provided shade to part of it. I spread out the blanket and invited Harry to come sit next to me. He laid down and I rested my head on his chest. He sighed,"I can see why you like this place. There's no one here but us. No interruption. No paparazzi. No worries. Just us." He started to twirl a strand of my hair in his fingers,"I wish I could remain in this moment for ever." I smiled,"they would miss us though. And imagine everyone you would disappoint. All your fans would be devastated if they thought you were missing. The boys too..." Harry chuckled,"sometimes I hate being famous." I raised my eyebrows,"why?" He sighed,"I know we say we don't mind in interviews but that's a total lie. Everyone is always up in your business. You go to a store and its the next thing on tabloid magazines. They twist what you say and use it against you. Rumors of dating and cheating and all that shit is coming to us constantly. It sucks. That's why I don't know when I should go public with you. I don't want you to get hurt. Because once your in the picture magazines will start gossiping about you, fans will send all the hate in the world, and they'll make false rumors of me cheating on you. .. I would never do that by the way." I closed my eyes for a second,"do the boys know?" "No not apart from Louis. Niall knows I'm seeing you but he doesn't know that we're together." I could tell he was smiling and I was to at hearing those words. He continued,"I don't want to tell them over text you know. I want to tell them face to face. I'm leaving soon to go to Africa to go help out with some kids and film some shots for our movie that's going to come out. I'll tell them then." I sighed,"when will you be back?" "Before Christmas. It all depends on how well the shots are and how much we're planing on doing there. I promise you though that i'll be back for Christmas." We laid there in silence looking up at the sky thinking. Harry moved his other hand down to my stomach and started to rub it in an upward downward motion. He created a steady rhythm that was calming. In that moment I could tell that I was already falling. I had broken the promise I had made with myself. All I could pray for was that he was there to catch me. "Emily, the world out there is harsh when your famous. It's like they want to ruin your life. A lot if times they do. When we come out publicly I want us to promise that we will not believe anything unless it comes out of you or I's mouths. Because the people who make magazines only care about selling stories that will make them money. Not how what they write effects the people they're writing about. The paparazzi constantly invade your daily life. It can get annoying as fuck believe me. Every time you leave your house they're waiting for you and following you. You never want to get them mad though because they're the people that sell the photos to the magazines that ruin your life. I also wish my life was simpler. That I could walk out on the street with out anybody noticing me. That I could raise a normal family and give my girlfriend a normal dating experience. Not fans trying to tear her up inside. I wish I could see my family and friends like a normal person would. I don't want to be gone for months at a time. I want to get a real job once this starts to die down. Whenever I say my name I don't want people to judge me because I'm the Harry styles from the boy band one direction. I don't want to be known. I never thought I would say this but I want to be a nobody. That's what I like with being with you. You bring me down to earth. You make me feel like Harry not Harry Styles from one direction. You make me feel special and ordinary but one of a kind at the same time. With you I feel I can be myself not what my management wants me to be." I laughed,"so because I'm a nobody I make you feel like one?" I knew he didn't mean it that way. Harry spluttered,"no! Not at all! Jesus that came out wrong I'm sorry that's not what I meant. Your not a nobody! You are everybody to me." I smiled," Being famous does have its ups though. Without being in one direction you wouldn't have met your four best friends. You get to travel the world when your on tour. You get to meet a bunch of famous people. You know what they say, absence strengthens love. The girlfriends sign up for the hate when they accept you as their boyfriend. A million girls are screaming for you. You get a lot of money. You get to be talked about years from now. You will be in a hall of fame somewhere. You will have a bunch of trophies that matter on your shelves. And most importantly you wouldn't have met me if you weren't famous." Harry smiled,"you know what your right. Thank you for making me realize that." We stayed a couple more hours and talked about random things. It was only until it started to get dark that we decided to go. Harry wrapped up the blanket and wrapped his free arm around my waist. We started to walk towards the car,"Im so lucky to have you. When do you think we should go out public." I bit my lip contemplating the question,"maybe after Christmas. If they catch us together then I guess it might be before then. If they catch us and where not looking like a couple then we can just say we're friends." Harry chuckled,"I don't expect us to look like friends. I will try all in my power to hold you every second." I blushed,"I only said if." We walked the remainder of the way in silence enjoying our company. Before we stepped on the pavement Harry twirled my body to face his and he cupped my face in his hands. He leaned in and kissed me gently. I held onto his shoulders and deepened the kiss. He gently prodded his tongue against my lips in question and I answered by opening my mouth. Harry's grip on me tightened and one of his hands fell down to my waist and closed the gap between us. We gasped for breath and stood there hugging. Harry's hand creeped down to my butt and I gasped. I felt a hand enter my pocket and keys where whipped out. "I drive. You should not be driving me around looking like a slave." I laughed,"I'm not sure driving someone is considered slavery but whatever you say." I got into the car my cheeks a bit red from the touch he gave me earlier. I bit my lip and smiled at Harry. He winked at me and started the engine. His green eyes locked with mine and I tried to read his emotion. His eyes where twinkling and our afternoon was playing again in them. Seeing my distraction he swiftly pecked my lips. "There's plenty more from where that came from."
