Chapter 3- The Park

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Hope you like Chapter 2 :)

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Here's Chapter 3

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I'll be updating this story every Monday, but I love this chapter so I'm updating it early :)

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When we got there, I was suprised.

"A park?"

"Yea I love this place. It's nice weather and I thought you would love it"

"Oh I do. It's nice."

"Hey want some ice cream (Y/N)?"

"Umm who doesn't?"

We walked into the park and it was actually quite nice. It was clean, birds singing in the trees, and best of all, a lake. I loved how the sun shimmered on the top of the water.

"Pretty, right?"

"Yea Haz."

"There's the ice cream stand"

It was a little stand right next to this big water fountain.

"Just 2 ice creams Joe"

"Harold, is that you? I haven't seen you in a while! You look good. Fame hasn't changed you a bit!"

Joe turns to me.

"I remember he always came here when he was younger, bought a ice cream, and sat under that tree right there."

He pointed to a big oak tree right in front of the lake.

"And Harold, who is this?"

"It's my friend from America. Her name is (Y/N)"

"Well (Y/N) pleasure to meet you dear. What ice cream flavor you want?"

"Pleasure to meet you too and chocolate please"

"Umm make that 2 Joe" Harry said.

He scooped the ice creams and I gave him money.

"No I got this (Y/N)"

"No no no, let me at least pay for this"

He didn't want that but he let me. I said goodbye to Joe and walked over to the big oak tree. I looked at Harry and found him smiling at the ground.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Me? Smilimg? Well, I.... I..get to spent the day with you"

My cheeks turned red.

"That's sweet. No one said that to me before."

"Really? Don't lie. Someone must have said something nice. Didn't you ever had a boyfriend who told you that?"

"Umm no actually. I didn't have time for stupid stuff like that."

"There's something up. what's wrong?"

"It's.... it's just that my last boyfriend I had was when I was 16 and..."

"And, what did he do to you?"

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