Cold Season

Chapter Six

"So how long are you going to be here?" I asked when Gemma brought the cappuccinos over to our table.

"We leave Monday," she frowned. She must have notice the dissatisfaction on my face, "Oh, did Harry not tell you?"

I sat down my drink, "Uh, no it never came up," I waved it off like it was nothing, "It's fine, I'm leaving Thursday anyway."

"Oh okay, where are you going?" she gripped her mug.

"Oh when my parents retired they moved to Paris. They've only been there for two years now, but they love it," I smiled just thinking about how beautiful it is there.

"I had a show in Paris not too long ago, it's absolutely magnificent. It'd be a lot more fun to go with a boyfriend or something," she laughed.

"Yeah you're telling me!" I laughed in return. "Well I better get going."

"Let Ralph drive you, please," she insisted.

I threw my bag over my shoulder, "Okay, okay," I started walking toward the door, "Aren't you coming?" I looked at Gemma still sitting.

"Oh no, I have a lot to get done and organize before my show tomorrow. Would you like to come?" she asked, "To the show I mean. You can bring a friend if you'd like."

Pheobe would kill me if I said no,
"Of course I would!"

"Here, put your number in my phone," she handed me her over sized iPhone 6 plus. "Alright, I'll text you the information. It was lovely meeting you," she smiled and gave me a hug.

"You too!" I said hugging her back. Pheobe was going to be so excited, I'm so excited to give her the news.

When I got back to the apartment I threw my bag onto my bed, Pheobe still wasn't home. I had a good time with Gemma, but I couldn't get the fact that Harry didn't tell me he was leaving out of my mind.

I had 4 unread texts from Harry,

Hey Emmers, it's been a while. H.

Too soon? :P

Are you angry that I've never had waffle house, or is it because we both had our hair in buns? H.

I am calling you. H

I know I'm not his girlfriend and he's not obligated to tell me, but it's in two days! You think he'd tell me; I was going to tell him about Paris the next time I saw him.

A man of his word, my phone lit up with Harry's name on it.

"Hello?" I picked up after a few rings.

"What's the matter?" he said immediately after picking up.

I sighed, "You didn't tell me you were leaving in two days."

I could practically see him run a hand through his hair and purse his lips over the phone, "I was going to tell you." There was silence, "How did you know?"

"I ran into Gemma at the grocery store," which reminded me that I hadn't even eaten yet and it was 10:00.

"I'm sorry, Em. She hadn't even she landed. Can I make it up to you?" he asked me.

"I suppose," there was no way I could say no to him.

"Okay, well, I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon. I want to keep talking to you, but I don't get off for another thirty minutes. Please don't be angry with me."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Harry," and I hungup.

I made myself dinner and put in a movie. I always had a soft spot for romantic comedies, so I put in 27 Dresses. James Marsden was my ultimate celebrity crush, if only I was like 15 years older. When the movie ended I checked my phone,

Hey, it's Gem! I have 3 tickets; one for you, Haz, and a friend. Front row, tomorrow at 8, can't wait to see you!

I have never been to a fashion show, it should be fun since I love stuff like that. Gemma seems really sweet, I can see why Pheobe likes her.

Speaking of Pheobe, she walked in the door right as I was texting Gemma back.

"Heeeyyy," she said as Niall followed behind her, "Can we borrow the living room? Niall has never seen 50 First Dates, so I'm making him watch it."

"Yeah of course!" I said springing up off of the pastel purple sofa. My favorite thing about our apartment was that it was so girly.

"You can watch it with us if you want," Pheobe suggested.

"Yeah! Hey I'm Niall, by the way," Niall reached out to shake my hand.

"I know," I laughed, "I'm Emerson."

"Okay, I just finished watching 27 Dresses, so I can watch this one too," I said sitting down on the hand chair.

By the time Henry asked Lucy to marry him Niall was crying. I took that as my cue to go to bed.

The thing I love about my room is that there's a skylight, that way when I can't fall asleep I can just look at the stars. I spotted the biggest star in the sky and I thought of Harry. I wonder what had happened to his dad, if anything at all. I fell asleep thinking about Harry.

"Wake up SUNSHINE!!" Pheobe opened the blinds in my room. Instead of a reply I just kind of groaned, I am not and never will be a morning person. "It is 9:30 and there is someone here to see you!"

Who in the hell would be here to see me at 9am? I propped myself up on my elbows, "Who?"

"His name starts with H and ends with arry," she said tidying up my room.

"Fuck are you serious?" I said getting out of bed and going to look at myself in the mirror. I had on a big tee shirt that said Stone Garden and my hear in a bun.

When I turned around Harry was standing in the frame of my door, "Hi," he smiled showing off his dimples.

"Hi," I said feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

"Thank you for letting me in this morning," Harry said to Pheobe as she passed him walking out of the room. I wonder where Niall is.

Harry made his way from the doorway to me, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my going to London," and he pulled me in for a hug.

"I forgive you, but I'm leaving too," I said into his chest.

"Where are you going?" he leaned back and looked at me.

"I'm going to my parents house in Paris, but I'm leaving Thursday so you'll already be gone."

"I've always wanted to go to Paris," Harry pouted. "Take me with you," he screamed as he shook my shoulders. To be 25 he is such a kid.

"You know I want to," I said sitting down on the bed. "I would if you weren't leaving."

Harry sat down next to me, "Why don't we tour Paris after Christmas? You'll already be there and I can just fly there."

I thought about what Gemma said, and it would be fun to go to Paris with your boyfriend. Not that Harry and I are even official, but we have potential.

"Let's do it," I beamed.

"Emerson! That is so inappropriate," he slapped his hands into his lap.

"You know what I meant you dirty brit!" I said pushing him down so he was now laying on my bed.

"Oh you're practically begging me," he said pulling me on top of him. He rolled on top of me and kissed me on the lips, "But I am no dirty brit."

I've been waiting on the moment for him to kiss me, and I thought it'd be super romantic, but this was perfect. Harry was still leaning over me, hair a mess, and a smile painted on his face. I couldn't help but stare at his perfect pink lips that had finally met mine.

I grabbed Harry's neck and pulled him down to kiss me again. Every kiss from those lips will be pure bliss, this I'm sure of. He laid next to me and stared up at the skylight, and then at me, "Your lips made me hungry, let's go to Waffle House," he smirked.