Harry was guiding my though downtown, we were holding hands so we didn't lose each other in the mob of people. The crowds are insane today! I thought to myself as Harry and I slipped passed another group. We were in the heart of New York City passing by the shops in Time Square. The wind started to pick up now and my skirt was flying all over the place. I tried to hold it down but it was becoming more and more difficult with ever person we bumped into.
We turned the corner and came down a street that was less crowded. I took this time to fix my outfit in a story window.
Looking at my reflection I saw Isabelle Green, the same person I've seen for six months now. She was staring back at me in a teal colored blouse which was tucked into a white poka dotted skirt, her Chanel bad hanging on her left shoulder. This is so not me I sighed as I adjusted the outfit. I'm not the type of girl who dresses all cute and preppy, nope my style is more girl next door with a little boho-ness to it. But to date John I had to become the girl who was right for the job which meet pretending to be a cute and preppy young lady. I ran my hand through my pin straight hair and blushed to myself as I remember what Harry had told my on the bus.
*FLASHBACK*
"I still don't know why you want to dye your hair, it's gorgeous. You're gorgeous." he whispered the last part as he wrapped a stand of my hair around his finger. I blushed which made him realize that I heard him.
"Uh...um.." he stammered a little embarrassed. I smiled and just grabbed his hand locking my fingers with his. He just looked down at our intertwined fingers and smiled to himself. His smile seamed to grow as he looked back up meeting his green eyes with my brown ones.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
I continued to fix my hair when the worse thought hit me. What if Harry doesn't like me, I mean like the way I look when I'm me? I don't look like this. I'm not this girly, I would never wear a blouse! Would he still think my hair is gorgeous when he sees what it normally looks like? All brown and wavy. What happens when-
"Love are you coming?" he asked my sweetly pulling me out of my terrible thoughts.
"Yeah sorry just need to adjust everything." I smiled back at him as I tugged on my skirt on finally time. I took his outstretched hand and continued to walk down the street. I did one final glance at my refection before deciding I looked good enough, but as I turned my head away from the window a reflection of light caught my eye. That's when I remembered the necklace.
It was around Christmas when John gave it to me. I remember him being all nervous when we meet up for dinner that Friday night before winter break. He just reached into his pocket and pulled out this small box wrapped in red and green stripped paper, placing it on the wooden table. We had promised no presents since we had only been dating for three months, but he insisted. When I finally opened it I was astonished to see a simple yet beautiful necklace. It had e simple golden chain that hangs at just the right height with a golden circle in the center that had a cursive "I"engraved with diamonds. It soon became Isabelle's trade mark. I would wear it everyday, and must have forgotten that I was still wearing it today.
I reached up and enclosed it with my free hand. Harry can't see this, I though to myself. The last thing I want to do is lie to him, and one of the biggest lies I could say is I'm Isabelle Green. I tried my best to take it off without him noticing, but it was no use. I sighed to myself thinking of what to do next.
"Everything alright?" Harry asked me as we continued to walk.
"Oh yeah I'mjust....a little claustrophobic." I told him, which isn't a lie by the way, and as I watched in horror as another mob of people can heading toward us I con't help but tense up.
"Sorry love, it's not to much farther. I promise, and if it would help you can always walk closer to me." He smiled down at me with a hit of smirk playing on his lips. I just laughed at his remark but soon found my self taking his suggestion seriously.
This crowd seemed much louder and madder as they shoved past, most yelling on their cell phones. I couldn't take it so I reached forward and wrapped my arms around Harry's torso. My face pressed against his back and my arms held onto to waist for dear life. Harry noticed this and motioned for me to move over to his side. His arms now wrapped around my body, hugging me tight against him as we faced the insane crowds coming toward us. That's when I realized how tall Harry was.
Growing up I was always the tallest in my class, The one in back for class photo, the green bean who towered over everyone else. But now I finally know what it feels like to be the shorter one, the one who has to look up at others. And from my 5 foot 11 inches height I felt my self having to look up to be able to see those sparking green orbs of Harry's. This left my wondering how tall is he, because I haven't found someone else who was this much taller than me in a while.
'Not even John was this tall.' I thought to myself, suddenly realizing how it didn't hurt that much to think about him. I must not care about him as much as I thought I did. Or is the fact that now I have Harry and all the crazy emotions Harry gives me? I looked up at him again this time taking all his amazing features. His strong jaw line, the way his hair was slightly pushed to the side, and the way his lips looked....
Sensing my gaze Harry looked down at me an adorable lopsided, dimple showing, cute boy smile appeared across those lips of his. I felt his arms around me tighten pulling me closer, if that was even possible, to his body. And this is how we stayed as we continued to walk through the streets of New York City, close and together with no need for words.
About 20 minuets later Harry had guided me to the back of a hotel. It was dirty back here whit lots of trash and over grown weeds everywhere. The ground was covered with oil stains and old cigarettes. But none of the seemed to bother Harry because he just keep waking forward, toward this green metal door which I assumed lead to the inside of the hotel. He propped it open with his foot then gestured for me to come in.
The inside of the hotel was so different form the outside. The walls were painted this warm yellow almost gold color and the ceiling appeared to be ten feet high. The room itself was decorated with expensive looking furniture that looked to nice to touch. But once again Harry didn't seem to notice any of this and just continued to lead me through to hotel. And once we reached his room I was shocked but what was inside.
I've seen a lot of crazy shit in my life but none of this even compared to what was going on in that room.
"Brace yourself." Harry had told me before opening the door, and now I know why.
At first all I saw was a blur of a person running across the room who was then followed be two others all yelling different things that were hard to make out. Then were clothes covering the floor and the covers from one of the beds was hanging from the table and across the couch creating what looked like one of those forts you make when you're a kid. The t.v. was on, showing some basket ball game were the crowd was cheering about something. And just when I thought that I have seen everything a boy walked out of the bathroom wearing only his boxers yelling, "You're dead meat Tomlinson!" before sprinting across the room and throwing himself at one of the others causing both of them to fall the floor.
"Boys!" Harry yelled walking into the room and helping up the two boys,"I want you to met someone."
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Hey I hope you all like the chapter! I know there wasn't mush talking but I'm just trying to make it less confusing, with that said if there's anything that is confusing please tell me in a comment below. Oh and was thinking of changing the title so if you have any ideas please tell me! Thanks for reading!!
P.S. I changed the title but the picture to the side still has the old one sorry I'll change that soon
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