Breath

chapter 10-mad skills

"I want to show you around the city." harry whispers nudging me. I roll over and look at the clock. its 5:30 in the morning.

"Harry. are you serious?" I moan and look at him sitting next to me, he's already dressed in jeans, a sweater and those boots... those decreped old boots.

"please babe." he whispers.

babe. did he just call me babe.

holy crap.

"fine. give me minute to get ready if we are going out in public."

he laughs and leaves me alone again.

I roll  over and let out a big sigh and smile. and its one of those giddy happy smiles.

he called me babe.

I finally drag myself out of the bed, and dig through my suitcase for jeans, and a light pink sweater. then pair it with a pair of navy blue keds. my nerves for the day are through the roof. I'm not a cute little size 2, I have curves, and a butt, what if people don't like me? or call me fat? I shake the thoughts and pull my hair back in to a pony tail then meet harry in the living room again, and to my suprise the 1975 is playing and harry is dancing around.

I burst out in laughter at his goofy mooves and he looks at me surprised to see me there. but instead of getting embarrassed, he comes running over to me , puts one hand around my waist and taking my hand with his other and drags me around the living room, swinging back and forth , laughing and spinning me around. the song comes to an end and harry dips me, keeping his face close to mine. and he holds me there for a moment. then he plops a kiss on my nose then stands be back up rigt.

"lets go." he whispers, grabbing my hand and we go outside.

since its so early only buisnessmen and mailmen are outside,  drinking coffee,  making their rounds. ands its chilly, with an overcast sky bloking the sun. harry holds my hands, our fingers Intertwined.

first place he drags me into is a small cafe downtown, selling tea and fancy little biscuits. inside, soft white curtains hang in the window, elgent metal seats with plush white seat cushions. and mean in fancy suit attire walkung around offering sugar and cream to the few other people who are sitting around the room.

harry and I find a seat in front of the big  window, and he pulls me seat out for me and then he takes a seat across from me. the menu is written in tiny cursive, making it hard to read,

harry orders whatever special tea they have then some dessert which name I don't recongize.

"dessert? really harry? its 6 in the morning!" I laugh as he hands the waiter our menus. he nods proudly and places the napkin on his lap, I copy his actions.

"tell me Harry Styles." I begin in my most Interview worthy voice, "what is it like to go anywhere, get what you want, with someone who's not a super star."

he laughs and sips his water, "its like.. like I can be normal again for a little while."

I did not expect a serious answer. like at all.

I smile and the waitor comes up with our little order. but the dessert is huge, its some cheese cake thing with berries and chocolate curls , and carmel sauce pouring over the top.

"oh. my. god." I burst out in laughter, this is huge! harry hands me a fork and he takes the first bite, barely fitting it into his mouth.

I take a bite, a normal sized one, and its perfect.

"where has this been all my life?" I joke and shovel another bite into my mouth, then another.

"save some for me." harry jokes.

a flash comes through the window. shit. harry and I both look and see a crowd of paps begin to form outside the window.

"oh my God..." harry murmurs pulling his wallet to to oay, and before I know it we are heading to our next stop in a cab.

the O2 arena.

we walk around the outside,  and some crew is walking around setting things up, and taking things inside.

"we sold out a few shows here." he laughs wrapping an arm around my waist. I bet he can feel my goosebumps.

the giant white doam is huge, "its incredible." I say and as I say it we gdt caught again.

"seriously.." harry groans takes mt hand and are walking so fast I'm about to break into a proper run.

we get into the taxi and harry whispers another location to the taxi and we're off.

its about noon when we arive at a little park outside london. its empty.

"no one should find us here." harry says opening my door and taking my hand yet once again.

trees are scattered around , wild flowers are sprinkled through out and the sun is begining to peak its way into view.

harry lets go of my hand and jogs out to the center of this little field and lays in his back, his beenie is about to fall off. what a dork. I reach him and lay down as well.

"do you hear that?" he asks just bsrely a whisper. I listen for a moment, but there's nothing except the wind bustling through the trees.

"I don't hear anything.." I say, confused.

"exactly."

exactly. I look over and he's smiling a big ole smile and for the first time today while we've been out, he's let his gaurd down.

harry roles onto his side, his head propped up on his hand. "you look beautiful today."

he thinks I'm beautiful? holy crap. breath ebony. breath.

"thank you harry." he moves in closer, tilting my chin up and kisses me. a quick and cute peck on the lips.

then flashes.

"are you serious?" harry groans looking up to a few people standing a bit away, by the trees.

we both hop up and we run back to the cab, my lungs burning a bit as I push.

damn harry can run.

I pick up my pace to stay at his side, and we nearly dive into the cab and are ontop of eachother. we sit in the cab laughing and regaining our breath.

"I never knew you could run like that." I say,

he shrugs with a smirk,

"I've got mad skills babe." and he kiSses me again.