She's Not Afraid

A Night To Remember

***Chapter 42***

            “Where.” I demand, Harry still pulling on my wrist. It was about 7:30 and Harry was unsuccessfully trying to pull me over to the elevator at the end of the hallway. I wouldn’t go until he told me where we were going. He continued to pull my forearm behind him as he walked, but I resisted as much as possible. Unfortunately, he was stronger than I thought, me digging my heels into the ground.

            “Somewhere.” He replied vaguely, pressing the button on the elevator. I sigh, not resisting any longer. I follow him into the elevator and he pulls out his phone, dialing someone’s number and putting the phone to his ear.

            I look down at my outfit, looking for any type of clue as to where we were going. Harry had picked out my whole getup for this evening, just to make it (and I quote directly) “that much more perfect.” What a girl. I wore a black dress that went about mid thigh length, but it wasn’t tight. It had black buttons down the front in the middle and the top in the back was made of black lace. Harry wanted me to wear heels, but after about half an hour of arguing, we agreed that I could just wear my converse. I figured wearing the dress was enough ‘girl’ for one night. It was a cute dress, but nothing I would wear if it wasn’t important. It was one of those things Harry made my get (but paid for) at the boutiques we stopped at this afternoon. I hate when he spoils me.

            “Hey.” Harry said into his phone, signaling the other end of the line now had a person there. Harry was wearing a black polo shirt, tight khakis and dress shoes. He had a red flower pin on his shirt and his hair was gelled back. He looked rather dashing if you asked me. “Are they gone?” He asked, after a pause, the other person speaking.

            He sighs, obviously frustrated. He presses the ‘open door’ button on the panel, stopping us at the next floor. The doors opened at the fifth floor. Harry gripped my hand in his dragging me unwillingly out the elevator after him. He lets go of his tight grip on my hand and leans against the wall of the corridor.

            “Well, can we get out?” He asks bitterly to the person on the other line. I touch his arm lightly, I can tell that he’s mad. He looks up at me. I mouth the words ‘be nice’ and he sighs and nods his head.

            He listens to the other person talking before talking again. Harry groans angrily. “What do you mean there are too many fans?! We just need to go to the Eiffel Tower, its like, two blocks away!” He yells into his phone. He sighs once again and lowers his voice. “Please, Paul.” He waits for an answer. A wave of disappointment spreads across his features and it looks like he’s about to break down crying. He sighs a final time. “Ugh, alright.” And he hangs up the phone.

            Harry runs his hands through his gelled hair multiple times, and that’s how I know something’s not going right. He puts his face in his hands and I hug him around the waist. “What’s wrong?” I whisper to him lightly

            “It’s ruined.” His voice is shaky. “The whole date. It was going to be perfect. And now it’s ruined.”

***

            We sat in our hotel room, sitting against the headboard, both in our pajamas. Harry decided to pop in a movie because we couldn’t go on the date he had planned and was really looking forward to.

            I hear him sigh shakily, still obviously upset that he put so much work into something, only for it to be absolutely ruined. I look over at him, his hand in mine. “Tell me about it.” I whisper quietly, only loud enough to hear over the movie. We were watching The Notebook.