My hand was wrapped in his, like a beautiful present on Christmas Day. We swung our hands back and forth, like children. We were as happy as can be, just the pair of us.
"Have you tried the s'mores frappuccino?" Harry asked me, as we stood in line.
"No," I answer. "Is it good?" I ask.
"Really good. Maybe you should stick to something lighter on your stomach, since you just got out of the hospital yesterday."
"Yeah, you're probably right." Harry ordered an iced coffee, and I ordered a tea. We sat in the back of Starbucks and quietly drank our drinks.
"So," Harry begins, "you leave in three weeks."
"I do."
"What are your plans for those three weeks?"
"Well I-"
"Great. Cancel them all. I am going to make these three weeks the best three weeks of your entire existence," Harry cuts me off.
"Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?"
"Well, for starters, my cousin is getting married on Saturday and I need you to come with me."
"You need me to?"
"Yes, need. I told them that I was bringing a plus one to the wedding, but that sorta blew up in my face. It's too late to change it on my cousin, so I would be absolutely delighted if you'd be my date to the wedding."
I've seen how these weddings turn out in the movies, and I couldn't help being a little hesitant. However, I only had three weeks left in London, and I couldn't really think of a better way to spend it.
"Okay, I'll come."
"Amazing!" He exclaims.
"What should I wear?"
"A dress."
"Well duh," I sigh. He smiles at me. "Is there a theme or anything?"
"No, just whatever you have works."
"Okay. I've never been to a wedding before."
"Really?! None of your cousins or friends or relatives have invi-oh." He stops. I look down at my tea. "I'm sorry I didn't think-"
"N-no it's fine. Really."
"Well then, I'm glad I get to be with you, when you experience your first wedding," Harry smiled.
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As we were walking back to my apartment, Harry told me stories about when he was younger."I don't know, sometimes I wish I pursued a career in singing. I feel like I'd be a lot happier than I am now."
"You aren't happy now?" I ask, looking up at him.
"No I am. I just wonder about it sometimes. I've always wanted to get out of London."
"Really? Why?"
"It doesn't suit my personality. The constant rain, the way people act, everyone's always so serious. I really wanted to move to America."
"Really? Where in America?"
"Los Angeles. Sunny weather and crazy people."
Being American, I probably could've guessed, where he wanted to move. Anyone who doesn't live in America, must not be aware that it is much more than New York City and Los Angeles. Somehow the other 48 states are forgotten about.
"Why don't you move, then?"
"Money, too far into my career, family. My opportunity has come and gone," Harry shrugs. "I've also passed that age for traveling and being crazy."
"You're 24."
"Yeah and you're 20. What's your point?"
"Well, you're still young."
"Nah, I'm at the point in my life, where I have a solid career, a stable home, and am starting to look for someone to spend the rest of my life with."
"Well," I laugh, "good luck." He smiles lightly at me as we approach my apartment.
"I'll see you Saturday," Harry says, putting his fingers through his hair.
"Yeah, I'll see you then."
We stand an awkward silence, until he turns around and walks away. I watch as he continues walking down the street. I bite my lip , and then take off running towards him.
"Harry!" I call. He turns around, and I jump into his arms, giving him the biggest hug possible. He catches me as I wrap my legs around his torso.
"Thank you," I mumble into his neck. He puts me down and looks me in the eye.
"You're welcome."
I take his face in my hands and smile up at him. I give him a slight nod and he smiles.
I pivoted back towards my apartment and he started walking away. Neither of us knew why I was thanking him, but I knew one thing, and one thing only. I loved him.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated. I've been clearing out my room and doing some summer projects. Hope you guys have a good weekend <3
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Oblivion (Harry Styles)
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