Breath

Chapter 22-not here.

"lets go on to union square!" harry says looking out the hotel room window at the busy streat below.

why is he so good looking?

"lets do it!" I say quickly hoping off the bed and grabbing a high collard yellow polka dot dress and white pumps then curl my hair. then I mix it up with red lipstick.

 ****

"How do you do it?" harry asks taking my hand as we walk from the hotel, our sunglasses on, and to the trolly stop.

"Do what?" I ask.

"Always look so good."

"oh shush." I say bumping him with my hip.

people hustle around us, popping in and out of shops and restaurants. The hot American sun beating down from above as we walk. The trolly comes to the stop and harry and I hop on the side sharing a pole hanging off the side, facing eachother. his green eyes reflect the sun.

"Hold on tight.." harry whispers with a smirk and pulls himself closer to me, then kisses me lightly. no doubt there will be pictures of that everywhere.

union square is packed with people, all moving along and a small band  plays in the center.

"This is so cool." I say wrapping my arm though harrys.

already our 4th day of 7 here and we've only gotten mobbed twice. as harry says, "its a miracle."

all of a sudden a mass group of screaming girls comes from behind us. I spoke to soon.

"Oh. my. God." harry groans.

I turn around to see atleast 50 or more girls running our way.

shit.

 Harrys gaurds are quick to suround us and guide us away from the girls quickly but they catch up, going absolutely ballistic,  some crying.

 then harry just stops, still holding my hand, and he looks mad, like he's about to say somethinf

"Harry don't say anything youll regreat." I warn and pull him along as he clenches his jaw.

 "I just wish we could be alone." Harry says as we climb into the taxi and drive back to the hotel.

I wish we couls be alond too. that I could walk around the city with my boyfriend and not have people crying, chasing after us.

*******

its friday night, and we ready leave sunday morning.

"theres a high end club I'm taking you to tonight." harry says popping open a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses. managment must have bought it and sent it up.

I decide to go with that red dress that turns harrybon so much, red lips, killer black heals and my hair smooth and volumous.

And this goes without saying, but even the second time seeing me in the dress harry bites his lip with a divious grin. he's wearing suit pants and a white button ul that's unbuttoned enough to where I can see the top of his butterflie tattoo.

damn he's handsome.

"damn it eb. I won't be able to keep my hands off you.' he growls and pulls me in.

"lets go." I joke, pushing past him and out the door.

******

this club is huge , hundreads of people are already crammed inside and as Harry and I walk in towards the bar, people drop whatever they're doing and stare. I'm pretty sure my cheeks match my dress.

we go straight to the dance floor, harry aggressively pulling my back to him and he grinds smoothly. our hips rocking to the beat of the music and he begins to kiss my neck.

keep it together eb. breath.

then harry turns me so I'm facing him and he kisses me hard, our lips synced together, and our tounges meet quickly.

harry then takes one hand to hold my face the other begins to slip up my dress.

"harry quit. not here." I say swatting his hand away but continuing our kissing.

Harry obviously doesn't get it and tries again,

you can't fucking finger me in the middle of a oublic night club.

"Marcel stop!!" I snap a bit to loudly, and the moment I do my hand shoots to covor my mouth and harrys eyes widen.

shit shit shit.

"oh my god.." I say quietly,  and people all around us stop dancing and stare.

'oh my god , your cheating!" some girl next to me says covoring her mouth.

fuck. I can't tell her harrys real name.

Harry takes my hand and drags me out of the club.

"Harry I'm so sorry." I say trying to not brake my ankles in these monstorus heals.

but he doesn't say anything.  he just pulls me a long his jaw never common unchlenched.

what have I done?