You Should Be With Me (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 44: Vespa Riding

    I went to each of the boys' rooms to look for Harry. They were there, but no Harry. They said they didn't know where he was. I went back to the hotel room and over heard him talking to someone. So I went in quietly.

"I hope you're having fun without me around. Don't listen too much of what Amanda says."

   He must be talking to Amber. I felt my heart break inside. Again. He turned around and smiled when he saw me.

"Hey, listen. I got to go. I'll text you later. Bye."

   He got up from the bed and walked over to me.

"Hey. How'd you sleep?" he asked.

"I slept well. Thanks for tucking me in."

"How'd you know it was me?"

"I guessed, but I can always tell when it's you. Oh, and thanks for the rose. It smelled wonderful."

"You're welcome. I saw it and thought it was beautiful. Just like you," he said, tucking one of my loose strands of hair back.

I looked to the floor, and felt my cheeks blush.

"So, what's up for today? I know Liam and Niall have hangovers, they probably won't feel up for anything."

"Yeah. They're staying in. Zayn is still asleep. I tried waking him up, but he got all grumpy. Louis said he'd stay to take care of Liam and Niall."

"Oh, I should stay too. You know, to help out as well."

"No," Harry said, grabbing my hand as I turned towards the door. "I wanted to talk you to see more of London. You know the really big tourist places."

"You sure the others won't mind missing out?"

"No. They said I should take you. They've already seen London. Besides, it could be as much fun as we had in Santa Monica and Hollywood."

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    I agreed to Harry taking me on a personal tour around London. Of course, I took my polaroid camera for pictures. I changed into something else. I know I already changed, but I wanted to be more comfortable. We got a taxi and Harry told the driver where to go.

    We stopped at a rental place. I had no idea what we were doing there. Harry had me waiting outside the parking lot.

"Here's the keys and yours is the electric blue one over there," I heard the rental person say.

"Ok, thank you," Harry said.

"Where are we going?"

"Right here," he said, going around the corner.

He took my hand and we walked around the corner. I saw a bunch of Vespas lined up. Oh. My. God.

"Did you seriously rent this?!"

"Yeah. If I'm going to show you London, we're doing it the classic fun way."

He got on it, put his helmet on and started it.

"Hop on," he said, handing me a helmet.

"You must be crazy."

"Don't tell me you're scared."

"I'm not."

"Then?"

I was hesitant.

"Do you trust me?"

"What?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

 He held out his hand, and I took it. I got on the bike and felt butterflies in my stomach.