She's Not Afraid

Peter

***Chapter 19***

Harry and I stopped at the first store we saw and immediately bought disguises. I bought a simple baseball cap and aviator sunglasses. Harry picked out some ray bans and a black fedora. He put the hood of his jumper up then placed his hat on top. He looked like a dork, but hey, whatever keeps the fans from mobbing us with torches and pitchforks.

We walked around London for about an hour until we found somewhere Harry recognized. We stopped at a Starbucks where I got a simple bottle of water while Harry got some Frappicino. When they asked for his name, he almost said his pop-star-make-girls-go-crazy-name but I elbowed him in the ribs. He gave me a look, and the clerk raised her eyebrow.

"Erm, Peter. His name is Peter." I said in a phony Australian accent. I could see out of the corner of my eye, Harry trying not to crack up at my bad attempt. The clerk just nodded and told Harry the amount for total. Harry quickly paid and we went to find a small table near the back.

"So since you're my girlfriend now," He started and smirked. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms as I leant back in my chair. "I expect Management will want you to come on tour with us. Of course, your uncle's coming, too."

"I mean, I guess. Besides, who would I stay with if I was to stay here? I'd have that whole gigantic house to myself." I said, and pretending to be thinking it over. "I don't know, Styles, you might have to give a better offer. Paul's house is pretty amazing."

He laughed, as a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "At Paul's house, do you get to share a bed with a certain curly haired boy?"

I scoffed as I took a drink of my water. "What, you mean Liam?" I ask sarcastically. "Harry, Liam shaved his head a while ago. Where have you been?" I laughed, as I knew it wasn't exactly the reaction he was looking for. He was probably waiting for something more along the lines of 'Oh my god, Harry! I'm in love with you! Marry me?' Or at least that's what his fans would say.

"There's an extra bunk in our cabin of the tour bus...right across from mine." He winked at me. I took another sip of my water and glared at him. His smirk grew wider as I shook my head in mock disapproval.

"Harry!" The lady behind the counter called. "Harry!" She called again. The Harry from across our table stood up, ready to get his drink. I tugged on his sleeve for him to sit back down, but he just gave me a confused look.

"Sit down, Peter." I said, putting extra emphasis on his fake name. From across the café, I could see an elderly man leaving with his cup of joe. I assumed that was Harry the clerk was calling for. Nearly a second later, the same lady called for Peter and Harry went up to get his drink. When he came back, he started up a new conversation.

"I'm not too great at the whole fake name thing." He said flatly.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I can tell." I smirked at him as he glared at me, only to start smiling again.

"Hey, that's not fair. How come you can always keep a straight face, but I can't. Especially when I'm around you." He almost whines. I shrug, not really knowing what to say.

"I don't really have emotions, I guess. Or at least you can't see them on my face. I tend to hide them when I actually do feel emotional. The other half of the time I don't really care about anything." I tell his at last. "Does that answer your question?" I ask when he doesn't say anything after my explanation.

"Part of it," He says. "But that doesn't explain why I can't keep a straight face." He pouts.

"Maybe you're just a really bad actor." I suggest. He cracks a smile and so do I.