Vogue.

Thirty Seven

Celine

"I could go for some coffee." I yawned pulling into a parking spot.

"Mmm me too, some iced coffee." Harry agreed.

"No it's like sixty degrees out." I shook my head.

"I'm always up for iced coffee." He shrugged, getting out of his side. I twisted to look in the back and grabbed my purse. When I undid my seat belt, Harry opened my door for me.

"Thank you." I smiled, letting him pull me out. "As a true gentleman would." I said, walking passed as he shut my door. "Should we go into the coffee shop first?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said. "So you're still having some treatments done while you're home?" He asked.

"Yeah, if I want to get better I have to deal with it." I said, walking beside him. "You know I thought you were mad at me the other day." I laughed.

"Why would I be mad at you?" He questioned, looking down at me.

"I don't know, Niall said you were upset about something that happened on the carpet, before the show?" I didn't just want to tell him that I knew about it.

"Yeah." He cleared his throat.

I waited a moment, until he didn't continue.

"Was it Gigi?" I persisted casually.

"You heard?"

"I did." I said, letting him open the door to the shop and entered the darker room.

"It's fine, " He sighed. "It was just low."

I accepted that, and followed him to the counter, where we placed our orders. I walked over to the part of the counter where the drinks were served.

"I'm not the type of person that can unhear something said about me." I said leaning against the counter.

"Nobody can," He said, standing in front of me. "It's whether or not you choose to believe that statement."

I looked down from his face, watching his chest.

"I don't think I know how to ignore them yet."

"You'll learn."

"Did you?"

"I still am," He said, reaching his hand up to lift my chin. "It takes a lot out of you, but not nearly as much strength as if gives you."

"What Gigi did was childish." I told him.

"That's why I'm ignoring it." He said quietly, leaning forward to leave a kiss on my cheekbone. He grabbed my coffee that was ready first.

"I'll be right back." I said, clutching his wrist then walking out the front of the cafe. I jogged back to my car to check the lock. As I turned I saw Harry walking out, sunglasses back over his eyes, and running his hands through his hair. He looked sideways then met me where I was standing. "Let's go."

You'd think guys would hate shopping with a girl.

"I like this one, you could wear it just... out." Harry said, holding up a sun dress.

"I don't need any dresses," I sighed. "I need pants. Oh..." I said, picking up a black blazer. "I definitely need this." Harry took it from me to look at it and held it up. "Matching pants." I gasped, grabbing them. "Okay... where would I wear this?" I asked myself.

"Meeting." He shrugged, holding the pants for me.

"It's a little sexy for a meeting." I furrowed my eyebrows.