Harry's POV
I noticed. I don't know if Olivia noticed that I noticed, but I noticed. I saw how Olivia had gotten unbelievably thinner. Her ribs were showing when we sat in the warmth of the bathtub. She told me it was because of a new diet she was trying out, but no diet works that quickly. In the two weeks I have been gone and have not physically seen her she has lost, probably, ten pounds. I let Olivia believe that I bought into to her whole diet lie.
Tomorrow I have a whole day planned for us together, I will make sure she eats well. I need to, I love that girl to much to just watch her wither away because of all the hate thrown her way because she is with me. I love her. Oh my God. That is the first time I have admitted it to myself. I need to tell her, she deserves to know. But is it to soon? I mean we really haven't been dating all that long, can you fall in love that quickly? Then again even since the night of the party where we first met or when I saw her in the airport or when I saw her on tv for the first time back in London, we have always had an strong connection.
Olivia is special, she makes me feel a certain way. When she laughs I find myself involuntarily smiling. When I look in her beautiful eyes I am mesmerized by how they shine. When she walks in the room, no matter how crowded, my attention is given fully to her and her only. When she smiles the world becomes a much better and brighter place than it was before. Olivia is everything I could ask for and more. She is smart and funny and kind. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.
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Olivia's POV
The next day Harry sure was up and at them. I swear he is more of a morning person than I am. It doesn't help I am fighting the bitterly cold New York November wind when I never got to have my morning cup of coffee. I hug my black knee length button up winter coat closer to my body. I shove have brought gloves with me, which I would have, but Harry kept refusing to tell me ANYTHING about what we would be doing today. Thanksgiving will be coming soon. Wonder if Harry celebrates Thanksgiving since it is such an American holiday? Mom and Dad will probably be coming up to New York for the holiday, it would be best. I don't think I will be ready to visit Ohio again for a while, especially after my last visit.
Harry held firmly onto my small hand in his much larger one as he led the way through the busy street of New York. Thankfully no paparazzi were following us today, I don't know if that was part Harry's plan, but it sure was nice for a change.
Finally after God knows how long of Harry guiding us through the crowd we stop in front of a........what for it.......yes you guessed it.....bakery. Harry told me towards the beginning of our relationship that he worked in a bakery and has proudly told me many more times, specifically each time we cook together and/or see food.
"Why am I not surprised you brought me to a bakery." I say looking at Harry as he gave me his iconic dimpled smile. I let the warmth of the bakery envelope me, while inhaling the beautiful aroma of fresh bread. I have always enjoyed warm bread, it has to be right up there for me with chocolate.
"This is the best bakery in New York. The croissants here are fantastic. Almost as good as I used to make them at the bakery I used to work at." Harry says looking at me as I gave him an amused face. This guy will be the death of me, I swear. I can't get enough of him.
"Here, you go find a seat while I get us two delicious croissants that later you will be telling me how great it was and I will say 'I told you so'." Harry said while grabbing onto my shoulders pointing my body in the direction of tables the bakery ahas set up for a dinning area.
I find a nice little red table by the wall that is perfect for only two people to be sitting at. I check out the wallpaper that screams 50's to me. It has red and white stripes going up and down it. I can't believe Harry found this place. How long has he know about it?
"Here they are." Harry singsonged while sitting down in the chair across from me. Harry has never had a wider smile on his lips, I think he is the most beautiful human being I have ever seen. He hands me a croissant and I immediately dig in. After two weeks of unnecessary starvation, I am ready to eat some real food, or any food really.
"Wow." I say with my eyes closed savoring the taste in my mouth. Harry was right, this is the best bakery in New York.
"Go ahead, say it. I know you want to." I say finally opening my eyes to see Harry smirking at me. God I love him. I really need to tell him, if I don't I will regret it forever. I know it. I told myself last night I would tell him today, and that is what I'm going to.
"I. Told. You. So." Harry slowly, even slower than he normally speaks. Harry chuckles and I laugh. This is one of those perfect moments we share together that is so special. It is one of the many reasons I love Harry.
"Harry, I have to tell you something. I know this may seem soon, but I-" And just when I was about to say the one thing I had desperately been wanting to say, I got interrupted. A fan came up excitedly and asked Harry for a picture.
"Hi, oh my God, Harry I'm such a huge fan. Can I get a picture?" The young girl asked as her mother stood close behind her.
"Suret thing, love." Harry said casually and sweetly to the overjoyed fan. There is was, I finally got the courage to tell Harry I love him and it got ruined. What am I going to do now?
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Destiny {h.s}
Fanfiction{Complete} They say it's lonely at the top. This is a story about two people who are at the top of there career fields, but are completely alone. It's funny how things have a way of working out.
