Breath

chapter 3-wild

"eb.. eb wake up." harry is pulling at my hair gently, and I try to swat him away lime a pesky fly.

"no."

"come on. I have a plan for today." I open one eye and harrys face is barely 2 inches from mine and his face lights up. his dimples deepen.

"fine. I'm coming." I groan and crawl out of bed.

the sun is poking through my blinds and harry lies down on my bed, he's already dressed in a rolling stones shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled and skinny jeans and the same brown boots from yesterday with a jacket of sorts.

I slip Into  skinny jeans as well, and a simple tshirt with grey keds. my hair pulled half back amd curled.

"I'd bring sunglasses if I were you.." he warns grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

I dont protest, I just grab them anyways.

then my dad stumbles out of his room holding his head and crashes onto the couch.

"lets go before he wakes up.." I say quickly and slipping the glasses on. harry nods and leads me out to the suv parked out front, but hes driving. harry opens the passanger door for me then walks around the front bumper and joins me.

he's smiling like an idiot.

"what?" I ask, suddenly feeling self concious.

harry doesn't say anything, just keeps smiling then pulls into the streat.

"tell me mar!" I pleade, and I realised I didn't call him harry and he nudges me with his elbow.

"youve always called me harry..."

he sounds almost embarresed.

"I know, when ever I was annoyed I would call you mar, or marcel." we both laugh and harry fumbles with the radio finding some alt station.

"its just...yo-you just look pretty today." he mumbles blushing then turns the music up loud,  overpowering my laughter.

we sing loud to some older song we both know,

"where are you taking me?" I ask turning down the music. we've been on the highway for nearly an hour, just laughing, singing and dancing to anything that comes on the radio.

"you'll see. its wild.." and he burst out laughing. what a dork.

when we pull up I see familys hustiling around, and then it hits me, "We are going to the zoo?!" Im nearly jumping up and down. I haven't been to the zoo in years.

"told you it'd be wild." he laughs again.

he still has those dumb jokes..

we walk in, keeping our heads down avoiding attention.

"I want to see the penguins..." I whisper and loop my arm through harrys. once we get our tickets, we enter going straight to the artic section of the zoo.  we walk up and its empty. just to the side of the exhibit a big sign hangs,

"penguins went home for summer. the new and Improved exhibit will be open in late september."

my heart drops, and harry looks around.

"what the hell?" he houghs not looking haply either.

"well just have to come back." I says tugging him towards the polar bears.

"its a must."

the rest of the day went by smoothly, only a few fans recognizing him.

"I'm going to use the restroom before we leave. its right in the souvenir shop. don't go anywhere," harry says,  and showing me the bench he expects me to stay at. and I do.

5 minutes pass. then 10. then finally 15, when harry comes striding out of the shop, holding something behind his back. probably fan gifts. he looks so handsome, his hair styled just perfectly and he had a devious grin.

" cought by fans?" I question playfully punching his arm.

"nope." he states quickly with that cheeky smile. "then what on earth took you so long?"

he then, whips a giant stuffed penguin that's about as big as his torso.

"harry! what is this?" I ask, a giant smile growing across my face.

"well I know you love penguins, and I felt bed they weren't out today, so.." he pushes the penguin to me.

his heart hasn't changed a bit.

"that you harry. I love it." I wrap him in a hug. god I've missed him.

iblook around and people are everywhere, staring and taking pictures making me blushing I didn't expect anyone to see anything.

" come on Eb. lets go." he smiles taking my hand and guides me back to the car, through the mobs of people.

once we are on the highway , we are quiet, with the radio off.

suddenly harry glances at me. "Come back to London with me."