Cold Season

Chapter Three

Okay, I may be a little more excited about getting his number than I should be. After all, my main goal is to have Pheobe meet Gemma, that is my focus. I can't fall for him, I can't do it. Every time I fall for a guy I always care about them way more than they do about me, and I won't let it happen this time.

"Hey pheebs, I got his number," I said smirking.

"That's awesome! We can both get so much out of this," she jumped up and down. "When are you going to call him?"

"Should I call him or text him?"

"Text him first."

Hey it's Emerson, is this Harry?

I sat by my phone for the next five minutes waiting on him to reply. Was that dumb? Of course it's him, he doesn't seem like the type to give out a fake number.

My phone buzzed and I jolted up from the couch, "IT'S HIM!" I yelled, "I mean, cool it's him," I said sitting back down.

Yes, are you free tonight? H.

"He wants to know if I'm free tonight. Am I free tonight?" I asked Pheobe in approval. After all, shes the source of all of this.

"Uh YES!" she yelled back at me.

"Okay okay!"

Yes I am, what do you have planned?

He replied back quicker this time.

It's a surprise, I'll pick you up at 7.

I know I'm doing this for Pheobe, but I still don't want to look dumb. What if I over dress? What if I under dress? Everytime he came into Lombardi's he looked nice, so I think I should be fine with the dress I got.

It's already 3:30 so I took my shower and I actually did my hair and makeup. I went for a more smoky eye look, and made sure my usually frizzy curls weren't so frizzy. By the time I looked in the mirror it was 6:30. I looked at my reflection, I had on a bodycon longsleeved white dress and red heels. I put on redlipstick when my phone vibrated,

Ready? :)

I looked out my window at the large stretch hummer, good thing I dressed fancy.

"Oh shit Em," Pheobe said as I walked out of my room.

"Is it too much?" I asked second guessing myself.

"No you literally look like a model. He's going to fall in love with you."

Those words scared me, and not being able to mask my emotions I did a nervous laugh, "Thank you," and I walked out the door.

"Evening Emerson," an old man greeted me opening the door to the limo. I do have money, but I've never been one to ride in limos or dress up and go to fancy outings.

Harry took my hand as an attempt to held me slide into the seat, "You..." he looked me up and down, "You look ravishing," he kissed my hand he was still holding.

I giggled and blushed, "Thank you." Harry had on a nice patterned shirt and dress pants, he looked great, as always.

"So, where are we going?" I asked him, it's killing me not knowing. I hate surprises.

"Emerson," he said in his deep British accent, "It is a surprise, and it will be fun, and you will love it."

On the way there Harry and I just managed to dabble in small talk. Before I knew it the man opened the door for us and Harry thanked him, "Thank you, James."

I have been all over Manhattan, but never here.

"Harry, this is beautiful," I said looking at the twinkling lights in front of me. I followed him to the wooden patio with a table for two in the center. We were a good ways away from the crowded city, I saw nothing around us but land.

Harry pulled out a chair for me and opened the silver platter on the table,
"I hope you like pizza"

"Love," I grinned, and we both helped ourselves to slice after slice.

"So did you do all of this?" I said motioning to the lights and the vines going up the white wooden columns in the corners. He even had solar heaters everywhere because it was so cold. It really was gorgeous.

"Well, my sister is a fashion designer," he said before taking a sip of his water, and I nodded as if I didn't know, "But she is also into designing and setting up things like this. I just let her knew what exactly I wanted."

Wait a minute, he would have had to planned this in advance. "How long did you have this whole thing planned out?" I asked.

"Umm," he tugged at his bottom lip, "Maybe about two weeks, yeah maybe two weeks."

"But I've only served you twice, and that was only this week."

"Just because you haven't served me more doesn't mean I haven't seen you before," he smirked. "You're a beautiful girl, Emerson."

When Harry talked he maintained eye contact, I love that. Harry's eyes were heart stopping. His emerald green eyes had a luminous glow of happiness, his eyes were kind; they still had sparkle in them like a child unfamiliar with the chaos in the world. He had the kind of eyes that made you feel important.

The words "thank you" stumbled out of my mouth after I was finally able to detach my eyes from his.

"Will you dance with me?" he asked me scooting his chair backward and standing up with his arm extended toward me.

"There's no music," I said standing up and taking his hand. He led me to the free space on the patio.

"I think we can fabricate something," he said and began to hum. The tune he was humming was so familiar, and I smiled when I realized it was the intro to Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by John Mayer.

Harry started singing, and of course he was an amazing singer too. He twirled me and pulled me in, "Can't seem to hold you like I want to, so I can feel you in my arms".

"You're a great singer," I said to him as he pulled a blanket out from under the table.

"And you're a good dancer," he smiled and laid it out on the ground.

"How did you know I love astrology?" I said, truly shocked.

"It said it on your file," he said laying down. Okay, I know I know a lot about him, but I never looked at any file. "Em, I'm kidding. I really was just taking a shot in the dark though."

I laid next to him and we both took turns pointing out constellations and making remarks on the full moon.

He turned his head to me, "You know, my father always told me that I could look at the sky and be with him. He told me to find the biggest star and that was him."

The moonlight reflected on his face and he looked so pure, I was going to ask him what happened to his dad, but he looked away too quickly.

He sat up, "We should go, I told James to be here at 11:00."