Chapter 30 (Emily's POV): The cool New York air hit my face as we stepped out of the hotel. Yesterday I had just recovered and we had lounged around. We had traveled down to the gift shop to get some cheesy gifts for Olivia. Pizza had been delivered to our room and we ended up painting my toenails. Harry's arm wrapped securely around my waist. He waved his hand in the air, hailing a taxi. We got lucky and climbed into the yellow vehicle. "Where to?" the cab driver inquired. I glanced over at Harry as he answered,"Madison Square Garden." The driver nodded and started his money calculating machine. We drove in silence, the only sound was the radio playing old rock hits. We gazed out of the windows soaking up the scenery. Harry turned to me and whispered,"you happy we're here?" My body moved a little closer to him,"of course, inside I'm practically screaming." He smiled and laughed at my juvenile answer. The cab slowed down at an intersection and a honk blasted. I jumped a little, not ready for such a loud noise. The driver turned around,"sorry about that. You know New York." He slid back into his seat before turning back around and fixating his eyes on Harry. He studied him and glanced at me. A honk was directed in our direction and the driver turned around. He mumbled to himself and occasionally glanced back in the rear view mirror. As soon as we arrived the man turned around once more,"you're Harry Styles aren't you?" Harry nodded and tensed up. I instinctively reached for his hand in reassurance. The cab driver chuckled,"don't worry I won't go screaming out to the world you're here it's just it's been bothering me the whole ride." He chewed his lip in thought. Harry looked at the amount and paid the money, ready to get out of this awkward situation. The cab driver waved after us,"Nice doing business with you!" Harry gave a curt nod in reply. I laughed,"it's going to be harder than you think, staying under the radar." He sighed and kissed my cheek,"unfortunately I'm going to have to agree." We walked and pointed out funny things and people and counted how many hotdog carts we found. "So far it's fifteen," I declared. Harry looked around again,"you're right I didn't see that one." I studied the carts wondering how their merchandise would taste. "What do hotdogs taste like?" Harry turned to me in disbelief,"you mean you've never had a hot dog before?" I nodded shyly. Harry grabbed my hand and marched me to the nearest stand,"They're nothing fancy but they are bloody amazing." "How can I help you?" The sales person asked. "Two hot dogs please." Harry responded. I watched in curiosity as prongs clamped around two steaming cylinders of meat and were placed in bread. She gestured over to the condiments,"you can pick what you want. Next!" I followed Harry's lead and put ketchup and relish on my hotdog. "What's relish?" I asked. Harry took a bite,"it's kind of like cut up pickles." He watched me as a I took my first bite. I gasped at how delicious it tasted. "You like it?" Harry questioned. I nodded my head quickly,"it's amazing." Harry chuckled,"usually it tastes so good because you're hungry." We sat down next to a fountain and ate watching each other. Some ketchup wound on the corner of my mouth without me noticing. Harry cheekily smiled and leaned over. He kissed it off and his tongue lingered on the corner before quickly sliding across the expanse of my lips and pulling away. I gave him a quick shove for that one. He pretended to pout while throwing our trash away. I shook my head sassily. He pulled me into him and kissed my forehead as an apology. We got up and headed over to the skating rink. "Do you know how to skate?" He asked. I could see the want in his eyes for me to say no so that he could teach me. "Yes, sorry about ruining your opportunity for a romantic lesson on ice." Harry brushed it away and went to go pay for our skates. His hand reached for his phone in his back pocket and he opened up a text. A blush crept on his face and he bit his lip as he read the message. He quickly responded and glanced at me. Another wave of red washed over his face as we made eye contact. After a few minutes Harry returned with two pairs of skates. "What was that you were blushing at?" Harry avoided my gaze,"Louis." My silence prided him to finish,"he asked how many times we had had sex while on this trip. And he also asked if you we're an animal in bed." It was my turn to blush,"what did you reply?" "I said that that information was I between us only and that I respected your body and your decision." We slipped on our boots in silence, too afraid to make it more awkward. My foot snugly fit and I laced mine up. Harry reached his hand out and I took it. I was lifted off of the bench and into Harry's arms. We waddled over to the rink, occasionally falling onto each other for support. I scanned the oval and found it packed with people. "Popular tourist attraction?" I questioned. Harry helped me enter the rink with out falling,"you bet." He followed me and soon the unusual feeling of sliding and the loss of control took over my body. My feet mechanically and fluidly performed the movement that was skillfully taught to me at a winter camp not too long ago. My mind wandered away from the rink and to the forest across the sea. My body shivered slightly remembering the winter with acute memory. I had been thirteen at the time and life at home had never been so hard. My mother finally found a job as a nurse at a small camp a couple hours away from my town. This camp only opened in the winter and summer holidays. The days mainly consisted of outdoor activities. Because of my mothers job I got enrolled for free. Both my mother and I jumped at he opportunity, eager to escape my father. There I learned many things, one of which being ice skating. A small squeeze of the hand by Harry lifted me out of the memory coma. "Where did you learn to ice skate?" I intrigued. Harry bit his lip and looked out in front of us,"I took classes with my ex in Holmes Chapel." he mumbled. He squirmed uncomftorable with the subject. His eyes darted around, desperate to find something else to take the place of this topic. "I need to hand that glove to that girl who dropped it." he stated, skating away. I smirked and turned around at the sound of loud cheers. A group of rowdy guys skated near us. A race seemed to be taking place between two of them. I noticed them coming closer and faster, trying to round the bend without falling. Suddenly a body rammed into mine. I fell to the ground, breaking my fall with my wrists. The ice sent waves of cold up my arms. Slowly I could feel water seeping through my jeans. The presence of a body sprawled on the ground next to me caught my attention. A boy my age with sandy blonde hair and a toothy grin met my gaze. "Fuck I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to." He sat up and handed me an outstretched hand. I accepted and was pulled up by a strong arm. "What's your name?" an American accent rang from his mouth. "Emily." I glanced around to find Harry. "Ooohhh British huh? Well your very attractive and I would love to see you around-" "but she's taken already thank you very much." Curls tickled the back of my neck and arms wrapped around my waist protectively. I smiled and turned my head to face Harry. He planted a kiss on my lips just to irk the guy. I smiled into it loving Harry's jealous side. A chorus of laughs could be heard from the group as the guy walked towards them. He playfully shoved them and they skated away. Harry looked down at me,"you all right?" I nodded and pushed a curl out of his face. The tip of his nose was red from the cold and his lips were chapped from the wind. I nodded and watched as he relaxed. "Remember that you're mine ok?" he stated. My hands pressed down on his neck and his head lowered as our lips connected. Harry mumbled into the kiss,"all mine."
