Cold Season

Chapter Seven

"Where are you two going?" Pheobe said walking from the kitchen.

"To get some breakfast, I'm starving," I said in return.

"Well, I made breakfast and I'm not going to eat it all," she shrugged.

The kitchen counter looked like it had transformed into a buffet. Pheobe had made pancakes, bacon, biscuits, eggs, and had out a bowl of mixed berries and mimosas.

"I couldn't have done it without Niall's help," she said nudging his arm.

"It's true, I am quite the chef," he gloated.

Harry had a plate full of pancakes and mixed berries, he's so much more healthy than I am. I had just about one of everything.

"Oh, you're coming to Gemma's show tonight right?" Harry asked me.

"What?!" Pheobe must have had selective hearing.

I hadn't had the chance to tell Pheobe about the tickets or meeting Gemma at all because she was out with Niall last night.

"Gemma invited us three to sit front row at her fashion show today. She's in New York," Harry said before I got the chance to.

"Holy shit yes!" Pheobe said hugging Harry.

"Hey!" I said pulling her off of him, "One, he's mine and two, you can thank me too." Then she hugged me as well, poor Niall awkwardly watched this whole scene.

"You could come too if you'd like, mate," Harry motioned towards Niall.

"Sounds good!" Niall said, so agreeable, "I'm not sure I have anything appropriate to wear though."

Pheobe was quick to grab her purse, "Let's go shopping!" she said dragging him out the door.

"Huh," Harry said as the door clicked shut. I looked up at him and wrinkled my forehead. "I'm yours now, am I?"

"If you want to be," I said looking down while I cleaned the dishes.

I heard Harry break into a smile, "I'm yours if you're mine."

That one sentence caused a collection of emotions to course through my veins. It's not even been a week since Harry and I started hanging out, but it feels like I've known him all my life.

I put the last plate in the washer and looked at him,"Harry, if we're going to be official, I want to know everything about you."

He pushed himself up from the bar stool, "And I want to know everything about you. Every little detail, I don't want you to leave anything out. But, we've been on this earth for a while now, so overtime the puzzle pieces will all be put together," he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, "Why don't you get ready at my place tonight?"

I hadn't been to Harry's place yet, it was probably as clean as him. There was nothing for us to do at my apartment so we went ahead to his house instead. We pulled up to a massive building, this could not be where he lived. "Harry is this where you live?" I stepped out of the limo and looked up.

"Yup, I stay in the penthouse."

My parents houses have always been big because that's what my mother preferred, and my dad wanted her to be happy, so it's not like this was entirely new. Harry opened the door, "Welcome to my humble abode!"

He motioned for me to walk in before him and I was just eyeing the place. He had all white furniture, lots of paintings, plantings hanging from the ceiling; it was basically my dream house.

"The Son of Man," I said tracing the frame of the painting.

"What?" Harry said from another room. I hadn't realized that I'd even strayed away from him.

"Sorry I was just talking about the painting," I yelled back. I walked toward the room Harry was in just to check out more of the house. Harry was on his knees trying to put away what looked like records.

"Is that a Bob Marley vinyl?" I said taking it off the shelf, "And it's Burnin', my favorite."

"It's burning?" Harry said whipping his head around.

"No, idiot. The name of this album is Burnin', and it's a damn good one too." I hadn't noticed anything in this room, but the shelf chock-full of records. I turned around to see a bed, so this must be Harry's bedroom. People always say the eyes are the window to the soul, but so is a persons bedroom. To me, your room is a way to express yourself.

Harry's queen sized bed was pushed in the corner of his room against a large window and on top of it was a white comforter. He had a night stand made out of cinder blocks with a Green Dracaena on top, along with a lamp. He had multiple shelves of books and records. I could tell Harry was as unique as he seemed.

The knock at the front door snapped me out of it. Who would be here? Harry got up, "I'll be right back."

I peeked out of the doorway and saw people walk in with larges bags and boxes.

"I got some people to come do your makeup and you can even pick what you want to wear to the show," Harry smiled, "Gemma recommended them. She thought it'd be nice."

"Thank you so much," I said giving Harry a kiss and then sitting down so the woman could do my makeup. While they did my eye-makeup Harry put on the Burnin', and the room was immediately filled with good vibes.

They finished my make up and led me to a rack with a selection of dresses. I tried on about three until I found the one. It was a champagne colored dress with long sleeves, sparkles, and an open back.

Harry walked out of his bedroom in his tux and he looked astonishing, my jaw probably hit the floor. I can't believe that a guy like him fell for girl like me, but I'm not complaining.

"You look so handsome," I said giving him a kiss.

"I bet you look better than the models," he said grabbing the keys, "We better head out if we're meeting Niall and Pheobe."