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Four

Christmas Eve was here. Technically it was only 8 am when I woke up, but nonetheless. I wasn't sure what to get Harry. Was I supposed to even get him anything? We weren't official yet, but we had kissed a few times. Harry and I drove to Atlanta to go to the mall, braving the insane crowds that we had assumed would be there.

"Okay," Harry smiled.  "You ready?" 

"Yeah. We might even see my sister. She works here." We got out of the car, Harry looking like he was planning on opening my door for me. It wasn't as cold as it was back home, but the wind made it feel chilly even with the sun was high in the sky. We walked with a space between us for a split second before he grabbed my hand and slipped his fingers in-between mine. I was in awe of how good he looked. 

Black jeans covering his long, lean legs, a black peacoat covering his torso and a gorgeous purple scarf to add a bit of color. His sunglasses hid his eyes, and I was thankful not many others would see the beautiful jade green that sometimes looked  blue. Passing the Tom Ford store, I began to feel nervous that I wouldn't be able to get him anything from here. Buckhead was one of the richest parts of Atlanta and I wasn't sure keeping it at or below $100 was going to work here. 

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm just kind of tired." Eventually, we split up, Harry walking off to where I couldn't see him and I stood there, freaking out about what I was going to get him. There was no way that I was meeting him at 3 o'clock and not having anything in my hand for him. I sighed, walking back toward the Tom Ford store and walking inside. Everything was heart attack expensive and I quickly made my way toward the makeup, figuring that mascara couldn't be $700. 

By the time I left, I had only spent $80 and I was happy I had money left over to get some food on the way home. I walked around more, merely window shopping stopping in Christian Louboutin, Hermès, and Dior before it was time to meet Harry. He had a tremendous amount of bags in his hands. He looked like he had just stepped out of a magazine and I stood there in awe. 

"Hey," he beamed, kissing my cheek. "Did you get everything you wanted to get?" I nodded, hiding the Tom Ford bag behind me and wishing I could've gotten more. We walked around for a while, people looking at us as we did and I felt even more self conscious than usual.

"I have a surprise for you." I hated surprises. 

"What is it?" I laughed nervously. Damn him. 

"I have a reservation for us for dinner at Dolce." 

"That's where Jessica works. How did you know that?" 

"I asked her where she worked," he laughed. I rolled my eyes at him, shaking my head. I was excited, yes, I had never been to Dolce and was dying to go; but you can't eat calamari on a Ramen noodle budget.

"What time are we supposed to be there?"

"I made it for 6 o'clock because that was all they had left."

"What are we gonna do for two more hours?" I laughed our connected hands swinging back and forth as we walked. 

"I was thinking we put all of our stuff in the car and then go get some coffee, maybe get some cupcakes or shop around together."

"Coffee sounds really good. I don't have that much money left, so coffee and a cupcake might be best," I mumbled. Blood rose to my cheeks in embarrassment. This is one reason I hated going out. 

"You know I've got you, right? You aren't paying for coffee or the cupcakes or dinner." I cleared my throat and smiled slightly. 

"Thank you."