Message in a Bottle

First Time Out All Together (15)

Chapter 15

*Ciara's POV*

Harry decided that I looked "too sad" and apparently I shouldn't waste my life sitting and moping, so he took me shopping. We've already been to a few stores and purchased a few items, but Harry insisted I would love this store the most. I'm pushing Mason in a stroller which we had previously purchased at a nearby department store. Now, we were heading into a clothing store named, "Next."

Harry opens up the glass entrance door, "after you mademoiselle," he offers.

"Oh why thank you Monsieur," I formally acknowledge. My head's pounding and I find myself short of breath half the time. The news Jordan had told me only an hour ago about Mike is still surprising. You never really want to get cheated on, by anybody.

I step into the shop as I roll Mason along, I'm overwhelmed with all the selections. This place is ginormous, rows after rows of clothing, it looks never ending. "You know French?" He asks, unlocking my grip on the stroller handle before taking control.

"Yeah, fluently," I answer, remembering all the terrible years where I was forced to take French. It was what my parents wanted me to do, but where are they now? Exactly, I should of just taken what I wanted, which was Latin.

"Me too," he grins.

In a short second we're pacing towards the 'junior's' section. I jog ahead, checking to see if anybody else is shopping in this part of the store. Nobody. Only clothing. I sigh, a relieved smile slipping onto my face. No teenagers.

Back at Louis and Harry's flat, I almost forget that they're famous and in a boy band. When we stepped outside today though, it seemed as if the paparazzi just wouldn't leave us alone. Mason started to cry with all of the flashing lights and crowds of people, and I had no control over anything. The teenagers were a little bit better though. There happened to be some screams and a lot of crying, but they didn't scare Mason as much as the tools with cameras did.

I begin scavenging through racks, waiting for something to catch my eye. I'm picky, very picky. I had noted that last time when I went shopping with Jordan. "How do I look?" Harry's voice rings in my ear. I spin around to find him in a completely new outfit. Black high heels give him an extra 2 inch lift off the ground. A white hair band is placed in his mess of curls and studded orange designer sunglasses cover his eyes.

"You look great," I laugh, trying to contain myself. Mason couldn't help himself either, I could hear him cheering on Harry with loud claps and stomps against his stroller.

"Almost better than you," he replies. Harry looks around, grabbing a purple scarf from a hanger. He tries to take a step closer to me but the high heels won't allow him to advance too much. "How do you walk in these?" He whines, attempting careful steps.

I stand up on my tip-e-toes, making sure nobody's around to see this. Harry's acting like an idiot and I'm loving every second of it. I'm about to say a smart remark but then I suddenly feel myself tumbling to the ground with Harry on top of me.

"Harry!" I shriek before we hit the ground, his weight anchoring me down. I didn't feel anything besides a pain in my stomach from laughing so hard.

I didn't move. I lay on the black carpet, staring at the lights that were lit on the ceiling. These were the moments I lived for, the reckless ones. The moments where you just forget every problem in the world and just laugh it off with somebody you enjoyed being around. I enjoy being around Harry, he makes me forget a lot of problems that circulate my head during the day and especially at night.

"I guess I need more practice," he kicks off the shoes and then rises up, sticking out his hand. I grab it, quickly standing up.

"You almost got it down," I smile, brushing my fingertips against his cheek while I take the stupid glasses off to reveal his beautifully colored eyes. One. Two. Three. Three different shades of green hidden in his gaze.

"Almost," he chortles. I glance over Harry's shoulder, Mason's tugging on a sleeve of clothing, entertaining himself.

"Worry less," Harry instructs. I nod, wishing I could.

"There he is again, psychiatrist Harry Styles!" I teasingly joke. We both laugh, until our voices slowly drift off. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be looking for. Shirts? Pants? Shorts? Who knows? I hate shopping, I always have.

"Let's play would you rather," Harry suggests. I keep my eyes on the clothing, looking at one after another.

"What are we, eight?" I giggle at the lame suggestion.

"Just about, you first."

I think for a second, trying to come up with a good one. "Would you rather be famous or not be famous?"

"Be famous. Would you rather have Mike be Mason's father or me be his father?"

I spin around from the clearance rack, Harry's already staring at me. "You're really asking me this question?"

"I don't see why I can't," he smiles bravely.

I sigh, "I don't know. Right now, I'd have to go with you, but then again, I don't know that much about you, except for what I found out at dinner, which is all a blur."

"Then let's forget about would you rather for a second, and ask each other questions really quickly."

"Okay." I'm hoping this won't lead to any more awkward questions.

"I'll start. Favorite movie?" He asks.

"The Notebook, you?"

"Love Actually."

"Never saw it," I reply, trying to think of what movie that was, my mind goes blank.

"We can watch it together sometime soon," he offers.

"Okay. My turn. Favorite drink?"

"Apple Juice."

"Water. But that's Mason's favorite."

He smiles widely. "Favorite food?"

"I can't decide. Everything tastes good. You?"

"Tacos."

Suddenly a bright preppy voice interrupts us and storms over the speakers. "Attention customers and shoppers, we will be closing in the next fifteen minutes. Thank you for shopping at Next," Harry and I both become wide eyed. Without another word we both scramble for clothes, Mason was clicking his tongue and making noises in the stroller.

"I'm a size medium in shirts and a two in bottoms," I call over to him, he was also searching for clothes.

"Why would I need your size when I'm looking for myself?" He asks.

I laugh quietly to myself and continue looking for something that catches my eye. I feel rushed with only 15 minutes left until closing. Damn distracting, Harry.

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