Breath

Chapter 19-Views.

Harry and i leave in the morning for California, my new clothes all pack in a new suitcase that harry had gotten me.

"Eb, the phones for you." harry says from the kitchen.

I hop off the couch,  and grab the phone from harry.

"hello?"

there's a slight hesitation on tue other line,

"who is this?" I ask again. harry is looking at me confused.

"Ebony.. its uh. its Dad."

what?

"How did you get this number?" I ask cupping the phone to my ear turning from harry.

"not important. listen,  I, uh, I want to see you.."

no you fucking dont.

"I, I uh moved out dad..."

another hesitation, "Please eb?"

"Nows not a good time I'm going out of town for awhile...ill call you when I can." I say quickly and end the phone call.

what the hell....

"Was that your dad?" harry asks coming to me, as I throw my phone onto the couch.

"we nees to block his number." I say quickly.

who does my dad think he is?

"Babe, its okay..." harry says sitting down next to me and I realize im crying a little bit.

"I-I just don't get it. Why does he have to be like this." I respond shaking my head, keeping my eyes on the floor.

"Don't worry about him. Hes not worth it." Harry responds, pulling me into him.

Hes right. My dad isn't worth it. He doesn't deserve me worrying and thinking about him.

...

We land in San fransisco at about 6:30, and paps got the note as well. the outside of the airport is packed. American reporters and media swarming the place like pesky ants. They arnt nearly this bad in egland.

Harry and I hold eachothers hands tightly as a few gaurds guide us to our suv outside and drive us to our high end hotel in Downtown San Francisco.

"This is insane.." I say as we get out of the car and walk into the back entrence of the hotel . you can hear the fans out front.

America so far is beautiful. Last time I was here, I was 8, in Northern Michigan visiting my Grandparents, and I fell in love. I really wanted to move out here. But depending on how things with harry and I go, I may stay in England.

Our room is beautiful. Red silk accents covor the room, and black counter tops in the small kitchen. and a separate bedroom, Quite romantic actually.

"Dinner tonight?" Harrys asks falling dramatically onto the big couch.

"Oh of course."I say unzipping my bag finding something the wear. I go with a loose navy blue dress with white stripes and a chunky necklace, then nude heals.

We arrive at a restraunt called "fog harbor" and from my seat I can see Alcatraz infront of me, the Golden gate bridge to my left, and people hustiling below the busy streats below. This city is beautiful.

Half way through our meal two girl, about 16 or 17 years old come over smiling huge.

"Hi harry!"  they say in their little American accents I laugh a bit.

"HI girls, how are you?" he asks wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin.

"Oh my god. Ebony its you!" the short blonde one says doing a little jump.

"yup!" I say with a smile.

"Can we get a real quick picture with both of you?!" the tall red head says.

"Why me?" I ask laughing and standing for the picture anyways.

"Youre like a huge star in the Fandom. One of the favorite girlfriends."

Favorite girlfriends?

They have a man at the table next to us take the picture, and he looks a bit confused and annoyed.

"Nice meeting you girls!" harry says kindly as they walk away totally fangirling.

Harry laughs as we sit back down.

"What?" I ask, what did I do wrong?

"you handled that well." he smiles grabbing my hand from across the table.

"Ive met fans before." I say blushing.

"I know. I just like seeing you interact with them. It sweet."