Wicked Obsession

31.

Wednesday, July 31

Harry and I woke up early this morning and he surprised me, more or less, with flying us to New York because he has some 'business' to take care of. Of course when I asked him to elaborate on what that meant he seemed frustrated and chastised me about being "so damn nosey". Let's just say that I didn't push too hard, 1. Because I am actually really enjoying his good mood and 2. I have always wanted to go to New York.

However, the minute we got into the plane, his attention diverted from me and straight to his cell phone. It made the whole hour long flight seem much longer and when we finally landed, we were escorted to a limo, where he again went back to focusing on his phone. I look over at him, annoyance clear on my face but he doesn't notice. He has a crease between his eyebrows as he frowns at his screen, typing vigorously. I sigh heavily and shake my foot impatiently to try and catch his attention.

It works, for like a second. His eyes flicker up to meet mine and a small smile pulls at the corner of his mouth as he shakes his head at me. I hear him chuckle lightly and mumble something under his breath about how impatient I am before returning back to what he was doing. I fiddle with my fingers and stare out at the busy streets of New York but my excitement is dimmed by Harry's disinterest in where we are.

He should be fucking talking about how great the city is and all of the places he wants to take me, like he was yesterday. I look over at him to see him doing the exact same thing he was doing a few minutes ago and I can't fucking stand it anymore. I glance around the car and notice my bag sitting in floor and an idea dawns on me. If he is going to ignore me, I am going to give him something to ignore.

I sigh deeply and fan myself with my hand dramatically, "Whew, it's really hot in here."

"Would you like me to turn the AC on?" He asks, not really paying attention to me.

"No, it's okay." I shrug off my jacket, leaving me in my T-shirt and jeans. "That's a little better."

He humms, acknowledging me but makes no other comment. A few seconds pass and then I slap my hands on the seat, finally catching his attention. He raises a brow at me, asking the silent question 'what the fuck are you doing?'.

"Sorry, I just remembered that I packed a pair of shorts in my bag. I'm going to change into them really quick."

He sets his phone down finally giving me his full attention as I try to unbutton my jeans but his hands quickly stop me. I give him the most innocent look I can muster which only makes him grin, amused by my behavior.

"We'll be at the hotel in a few minutes. You can wait."

I shake my head and try again to only have him stop me once more. His green eyes shine with his mirth and he smiles even deeper than before, nearly taking my breath away. He is so damn beautiful when he smiles like this.

"Harry, just let me change." I reason, trying to shove his hands away.

"I know what you're doing."

"I'm trying to change."

He moves one of his hands from mine to press a button which activates a black divider that rises , separating the back from the front. Then without another word, he picks up his phone to go back to what he was doing. Damn he's good, but I am always up for a challenge. I finally unbutton my jeans and shimmy out of my pants in the small space, tossing them in his direction. He catches them with blinding speed and sets them aside without looking up. I kick my bag to the far side of the car and scoot across the seat so my ass is touching his leg while I reach over to rummage inside it.

"Sorry," I mumble, trying to seem distracted by the task at hand. "I'm just trying to find my shorts..." I bite my lip in concentration, knowing the effect it has on him. I hear his sharp inhale of breath and the slow exhale that follows after. I can tell he is trying hard to ignore me and not give in to the game I am playing but for once, he's losing.