Vogue.

Twenty One.

Every time I had to explain my condition it became more real to me.

"Why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have made you walk all this time, I'm sorry." He says, lifting his hand to clutch my elbow.

"It isn't exactly something I want to share with a lot of people." I let a chuckle slip.

"Still." He shakes his head. "You trust me don't you?"

"Yeah, but this isn't something I want to tell anyone." I argue.

After a few moments we began eating again.

"I can respect that."He told me, after another minute passed.

"You look confused." I spoke, watching his face: eyes narrowed, brows furrowed, and lips pursed.

"I am."

"About what?" I ask, exhaling.

"Is it like a symptom of the food poisoning you had?" He questions.

"No, the bacteria from the poisoning is stuck in my blood; it has to be removed."

"Are you postponing tour?" He asks.

"You're kidding, right?" I shake my head. "We've worked way too hard and I would never take this from the girls."

"That's understandable, but your health should come before anything." He tells me.

"I can manage." I say, looking at my lap. 

"If it ever gets bad you should really take a break."

"Yes Doctor." I rolled my eyes at him. He cracked a smile, revealing his dimples.

"Doctors orders." He shrugs, standing and taking our trash. As he returned he held his hands out.

I accepted them and he pulled me up.

"Thank you." I grinned, wrapping my arm in his.

Harry

We walked for a short way and stopped on the bridge over the river.

I crossed my arms, leaning on the rail, and watched Celine watching the dark water under us.

I was distracted by loud, one way, conversation.

"Yes I found them, I will, goodbye." It was silent for a moment, then the snap of a camera followed, making Celine look up.

"Talk about persistent." She sighs.

"At least you aren't having a  heart attack this time." I tease, making her scoff and bump her hip against mine. I copied her actions, hearing the camera going wild.

"That isn't funny, what if I really did have a heart attack?" She questioned.

"Those guys' photos would be photo shopped to make me look like I pushed you off a bridge, or choked you." I shook my head.

"Or poisoned me." She pipes, smiling up at me. I tried keeping my face straight, but it was no use, her smile's contagious. "He's seriously documenting all of this conversation exchange." She giggles.

"Every exciting aspect." I mused.

"We could always give him something to tape, but it'll be viral in half an hour so I won't suggest it."

"Well if you were to..." I muttered. "What would it be?" I ask, turning toward her fully.

"I would probably ," She began moving closer to me. "tell you," she lowered her voice. "to give me," she lifted her hands, to play with the top buttons on my shirt, "a piggyback ride."