Apologies

Chapter Twenty

Chapter 20

(A/N)-- Hey, it’s Shannon, please don’t hate me. Basically what happened was, I have no excuse, I just suck. I’m sorry. :( I started writing on Tumblr, because I felt people were more interactive on there. They would comment, like, and reblog. They would request things and ask for certain plot lines. I got more devoted to writing for them, and I am sorry. I am going to write on here more often, but it's easier to write for people who leave evidence that they are actually reading. You know? Larry Shippers, don’t hate me because Larry comes up. My personal opinion on Larry may or may not have been portrayed, however, it doesn’t matter. You like whomever or whatever ideas you have about the boys!

“I remember him, that Marcel kid.” Harry said, close to inaudibility. I looked up at him, his face was too confusing to read, emotion wise.

“Yeah, I do too.” I replied sarcastically, he smirked slightly.

“But I left for the x-factor quickly after that.”  I nodded and smiled back to him. “Well he sounds like a jerk.”

“No he wasn’t! That’s the thing, he wasn’t a jerk. Rose made him one. Rose turned him into a mean, emotionless, stupid- face.” I said stuttering while trying to figure out what insults I could toss at Marcel. Harry took me into a hug, his arms crossed over my back, pulling me as close as he could get me.

“I’m sorry your first boyfriend was an asshole.” He said, a light giggle on his tone.

“I’m just happy my present boyfriend, isn’t one.” I felt him smirk into my skin. He kissed my cheek, better than Marcel used to, as he lingered back.

"So you and Elliot, what's actually going on there?" I shrugged at Harry's question. I honestly didn't have an answer. "Well, did you ever apologize."

"I don't know, I don't know Harry. I just hate this, I want to focus on touring and my music, and us." I said taking his hands in mine, causing him to smile. I got up from the bed and pushed open the curtains letting the sunlight through. “I mean can you believe it, we’re in new york! New york!” I turned back to him, still with smile on his face. A spirit of childish curiosity had overtaken me. I've heard about this place in songs and movies. Harry seemed amused by my merriment and happiness, but he, himself, was a veteran to this place. He's been here before, traveled the streets, felt the Same excitement I had, just not anymore.

"Yup, New York." He said as he put his arms around me, both of us turned toward the view.

“You need to be more excited.” I whined and he laughed.

“Yay New york!” He squealed, making me jump because he was so close to my ear. I covered my mouth as I laughed and he just stood there watching me.

“What?” I hiccuped, as I finally calmed myself down. I was at the point where I was just trying to get a breath in.

“New York may be beautiful and all, but the most beautiful thing is watching you. Laughing, smiling, just you doing whatever it is that makes you, you.” I blushed looking at the carpeted ground. Harry’s hand wrapped in mine and he led me towards the door.

“Come on, lets go explore.”

“If you don’t want to Harry, it’s ok. I know you’ve been here a milion times-”

“It will all be brand new, because i’m here with you.” I giggled, which I never do. It’s not exactly a laugh, more of happiness mixed with giddiness and flattery.

“Aren’t you just such a smooth talker.” He smirked, his dimples showing. I hope I am not saying how much he smiled too much. I just can’t explain to you how happy he looked, how happy I was, and happy we were together. We were full of delight and just plain old happiness.