Love Save the Empty

Seventeen

“I was wondering maybe, could I make you my baby,

If we do the unthinkable, would it make us go crazy?

Or would it be so beautiful? Either way I’m saying,

If you ask me, I’m ready. I’m ready.”

— Unthinkable by Alicia Keys

“Harry, look!”

Bella squealed from the other side of the seat on the London Eye, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt like a little girl does to her mom when she wants her attention.

“It’s so beautiful,” she spoke in awe.

Harry glanced over in Bella’s direction, observing the Big Ben shining in the sheet of darkness that nighttime brought. His gaze quickly moved to the girl beside him, her eyes also lighting up the night. To her, it was as if today were Christmas. The large smile on her face had not faded once since she arrived in London. She was loving every minute of today, and that brought more joy to Harry than anything has ever had. Seeing her smile, and knowing he’s the one that put it there, made him feel like the happiest and luckiest man alive.

Bella caught Harry staring down at her. She turn her full attention to him, noticing he was deep in thought.

“What?” Bella asked, her smile still not faltering.

Her cheeks and nose were tinted a shade of pink from the bitter London air. Her blonde hair was messy from the wind and the hat she wore. Harry admired her effortless beauty as she looked at him questioningly.

“Nothing,” Harry smiled, “did you have fun today?”

“Yeah!” Bella practically screamed, crawling into Harry’s open arms, “This has been the best birthday ever, and probably the best day of my life, actually.”

Harry laughed, squeezing her tight and kissing the top of her head.

“It’s not over yet, baby.”

Bella’s head shot up in surprise.

“”You couldn’t have possibly gotten me another present, Harry.”

From Bella’s perspective, she had run Harry dry of his money. Harry refused to let her pull out her wallet once today. When she tried to pay for a simple hot chocolate, Harry threw a fit, running around the café until she finally let him pay. Good thing no one knew who they were here.

Harry had brought her into about a dozen shops and forced her to try on about two dozen different outfits. If it seemed like she like something even the slightest bit, then he would sneak away and buy it for her. She ended up with about ten bags when Bella refused to go in any more stores.

Harry just smiled down at her, kissing her crinkled up nose. He struggled to reach into his pocket, bur finally handed her a simple white envelops labeled ‘To My Baby Girl’.

Bella looked questioningly at Harry, who had his one-dimpled smirk on, urging her with his eyes to open the envelops. She ripped it open in one swift movement, discovering a small piece of paper with Harry’s handwriting on it.

‘One free massage from the skilled hands of Harry Styles.

No clothing preferred ;)’

A giggled escaped Bella’s lips before they pressed passionately to Harry’s.

“I’ll be putting this to use soon,” she whispered.

A seductive, yet sneaky smirk that could bring a girl to her knees appeared on his face, “Turn the paper around.”