"Alright," Harry turned to me as he slid his phone into the pocket of his black skinny jeans. "Paul said its fine, as long as we don't roam off too far."
"Is it weird to have to check in with someone before you go out?" I asked, standing out from the couch.
Harry shrugged a little. "It's definitely very different from my old life. Sometimes not being able to go out anywhere without being recognized is weird... But I really do love it. The fans... They've made all this possible." His eyes were shimmering with joy as he spoke about it. Similar to the way Louis got, something I really admired about the two of them - their appreciation for what they had.
"Well, lets go then, Mr. Styles."
"After you, Miss North," Harry said in a posh voice, his hand sweeping out in front of him as a directing gesture.
I grinned back and stepped out ahead of him. He followed me out of their suite and to the elevator.
"So where do you feel like eating?" He asked, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest as I selected the lobby button.
"We could just go to the restaurant downstairs?" I suggested. "That way you won't have to worry about any fans?"
Harry shook his head. "Niall said the food was rubbish." He wrinkled his nose in the cutest way. "And if Niall doesn't wont eat it... Well then you know it's bad."
I chuckled a little then nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I've noticed Niall likes to eat." It was true. The other night when Phil was going through footage with all of us, it seemed like every single square Niall had some kind of food. Chips, subs, hot wings... Something. And it seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"That's an understatement." Harry smirked, nudging my elbow with his as we left the elevator. I looked up and met his gaze, returning his smile. His eyes locked on mine and for a second his entire face lit up in a way that was hard to describe... almost like a child's. He quickly composed himself and made a joke about a woman across the lobby from us.
There was something weird about the way I felt having Harry look at me like that. It felt like there was a swarm of butterflies rumbling around in my stomach and I couldn't hide the little smirk that he made me smile. My cheeks were starting to ache. There was just something about having Harry Styles look at you that way. He was known to be a ladies man, and it made me feel special having me interest him even a little. He could melt any girls heart with his smile.
"So, we still haven't decided where to go?" Harry reminded me, jamming his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. He looked at me expectantly and we both stopped walking, awkwardly standing on the side walk in front of the hotel. I looked down both sides of the street, trying to figure out which was more likely to bring us to food.
"It's your call," I told him.
He shook his head. "You're the American. I'm just a tourist. You're supposed to lead me around."
I rolled my eyes playfully. "I can show you 'round Illionois, New York City, Texas even... This is my first time in Boston however, and I strongly suspect you've played a show here before?"
"True..." He pursed his lips, looking around. Then he bounded off in one direction, towards a plump looking woman with very short hair. "Excuse me, ma'am?" He called out, his accent thick as he jogged all the way over to her. I followed, hanging back a little. The woman gave him an irritated glance. "I was just wondering if you could be a dear and point us in the direction of a good place to eat? We're not familiar with Boston."
