Redemption

Chapter 21: Field Trip

I hopped off my bed and let my hair down. I decided I'd brush it out and let it loose today. I grabbed a jacket and put on some tennis shoes. After glancing in the mirror and deciding I looked decent, I headed downstairs.

Louis was reading a book in the foyer. He glanced up at me, muttered something under his breath, and returned to his book. I opened the door and walked out. The cold air hit my face. Harry was parked and waiting for me at the bottom of the steps. I climbed in his black BMW and buckled my seatbelt. He revved the engine and took off.

"Where are we going?" I asked sheepishly.

"Shopping and to a game."

"A game?"

"Yeah. A soccer game." My heart sunk with his words. Why would we be going to a soccer game? He knows how sensitive this sport was to me and my family.

I was silent all the way to the mall. He opened my door and we walked inside. Harry looked around and finally picked a store.

"Do you like H & M?" he asked.

"...yeah...why?"

"You need clothes. It's cold outside and you didn't pack enough. Now please, go inside. I made a list of items you might need."

I stared at him with wide eyes. Why would he care about my wardrobe? As weird as this was, I gladly accepted his gesture. I entered H & M with so much excitement...I saw all the fall collections I had seen online.

"Jennifer? You might need this. I'll be outside when you're finished." Harry handed me a piece of paper and a credit card. "Get whatever you want."

He walked away as I read the list.

Jacket
Jeans
Sweaters
Cardigans
Boots
Blouses
Underclothes

I eyed some peacock coats and picked a black one in my size. I also grabbed some flannels and a few pairs of jeans. I found some Aztec patterned cardigans...I picked 3. I proceeded to checkout. The lady at the cash register happily scanned my items and accepted Harry's card.

"Whose name should I put this under?" her British accent rang out.

"Harry Styles."

Her eyes lit up. "Of course! He is our number one customer."

Harry shops at H & M?

I received the bag and Harry's card and met him outside. He saw me and frowned. "One bag?" he asked. "We are not done shopping, let's go."

We entered Gucci. I had never shopped in a high class store like this. The fashion was so expensive and way out of my league. Harry grabbed some blouses and some sweaters.

"Go try these on. What's your shoe size?"

"Well I'm a 7 and 1/2 in America..."

"Okay. Go ahead."

I went to the fancy fitting rooms and tried on the garments. They all surprisingly fit...Harry knew my exact sizes. I walked out and saw him sitting down with a bunch of shoe boxes.

"Do you like these?"

I opened them and saw all sorts of fall boots. Some folded down, some went up to the knee...but they were all gorgeous.

"They're beautiful."

"Good," he began, "because I'm getting them all." He closed the boxes and walked to the register. I placed the shirts and sweaters on the counter.

"Is this it, Mr. Styles?" the man asked.

"Yes. Charge it to my account."

The man grabbed an assortment of items from behind him and scanned them. After he finished scanning everything, he bagged the shoes and clothes. We walked out of Gucci with 13 bags.

"What did you get?" I asked.

"The rest of your wardrobe. Want some fro-yo?"

"Uh...sure."

We entered a small fro-yo restaurant and Harry purchased our snacks. He invited me to sit down. We are quietly for a few minutes until he set his cup down and began talking.

"I like you, Jennifer. You are so kind and loving and innocent. I enjoy spending time with you."

I didn't know what to say so I just stirred my fro-yo. Harry gently touched my chin and lifted my head so I could see him.

"Jennifer...are you scared of me?"

Chills went up my spine. "You hurt me, Harry."

He sat back and sighed. "I know...I don't know how I can make it up to you." He quickly changed the subject. "Jennifer, do you realize that you will not be going home?"

"What?"

"I can't send you home. I can't go back to America. I need you here...because if you're here then Allen will try to rescue you and he might bring Gemma as a trade."

"So I'm just an object for ransom?"

Harry sensed the agitation in my voice.

"I know, I know. But that's the way it's got to be. Grab your bags, we'll be late for the game."

We walked silently to the car and loaded it. I kept thinking how bipolar Harry has been today and how awkward these conversations were. He was driving me insane.