Gold Digger H.S

Fourteen

*** Same outfit that is in chapter thirteen***
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"Where are we going now?" I ask Harry as we leave the place we are at. "The zoo," he tells me simply. "Out of everything in London, your taking me to the zoo?" I question him and he nods. "Well, I've never been so why not go with you?" He says with a shrug.

"I'm not dressed properly for the zoo!" I tell him kinda freaking out, he shrugs again. "It'll be fine, honestly. Madison would never go to a zoo, your not like her." That shut me up, I couldn't help but think how wrong it was to be doing things with Harry when he clearly had a wife. Never the less, I agreed to go to the zoo. The last time I could honestly remember going to the zoo was with Noah in high school.

"Where to first?" Harry asks me getting excited. "The elephants are my favorite, we could go there first!" He nods, keeping up with Harry in the zoo started getting harder the further back we got. We would look at something then he would walk away without my noticing, by time I would turn around he was looking at some other animal.

"Slow down," I joke with him as we sit at the park inside the zoo. I started getting hungry and harry said we could stop for a while. I was eating an ice cream while Harry talked about each animal. "Sorry, I haven't exactly been to the zoo." I give him a soft smile. "It's okay," he then smiles and leans over the table. I freeze as he gets close to my lips. His lips part and my heart begins pounding. I wonder if he can hear me, he stays like that for a couple seconds then licks my ice cream.

"It's nice to know I have that effect on you," he knew what he did. I shake my head, sadly I wanted him to kiss me. "Let's go see the dolphins," Harry says moments later. I nod while finishing up my ice cream, throw my trash away and we walk to where the dolphins are. When we get back there, there is no show but the keepers are feeding them. Harry and I both take a seat and watch them.

I was so mesmerized by them, the way they jumped out of the water and would splash the keepers. The way they communicated. I don't notice Harry staring at me until I turn my head and his eyes are looking at me.

"What?" I ask pushing my hair behind my ears. "Nothing, your just really beautiful!" Harry tells me.

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Coming home that afternoon was a drag. When I open my door and finally check my phone I have five missed calls. I lay on the couch and check each one; one from Louis, Noah, my mom, Ms. Grant, and my sister. It's rather odd for my sister to call, I knew why Ms. Grant called and why my mom called.

I chose to call my mom back first, she probably wanted to talk about thanksgiving. "Mary?" My moms high pitch voice almost scares me. "Hey, sorry I missed your call. I was busy," I answer her sorta nervous. "Oh, that's fine! I was calling about thanksgiving." I figured, I pull out a magazine and start to look at it while my mother begins speaking of the holiday.

"You're bringing him correct?" That's what snaps me out of my daze. "Bringing who?" I ask her confused. I knew she wasn't talking about Noah. "That boy your seeing? I saw a picture of you two! You guys are cute, I told your grandma, your dad, and your sister about him. They can't wait to meet him," it takes me a moment before I realize she is speaking of Harry.

Without even thinking I reply, "Yes." "That's perfect," my mom begins and begins rambling again. What have I done? As if Jesus himself saves me from what I've done, Noah and Louis walk in. "Hey mom, I'd love to continue to talk but Noah just got home. I need to talk to him about some stuff." Without waiting for an answer I hang up.

"What is that about?" Louis asks confused. "Probably her mother, you didn't answer my call hoe!" Noah answers. "Well, I was out today." Louis gives me a confused look. "She was at work," Noah says with a roll of his eyes.

"No, actually, I went to the zoo." Then I begin explaining every part of my day, beginning to the end not leaving a single detail out. "He called you pretty?" Louis asks in shock. "Yes, but it was so nice to just get out and be myself."

"Reality check, hun. Harry is married, don't start getting all mushy for him." Noah tells me, he starts getting the worried look on his face. "I know, but for now it was nice. My mom thinks we're dating and wants him to come to thanksgiving."

Noah starts laughing, "Wow! What's going to happen when she finds out the truth?" I give him a stern look. "She won't! I'll just talk to Harry, how bad could it be?"

"Let's say he says no, what do you do then?" Louis asks me. "I haven't exactly thought that far. I don't even know what I was thinking when I told her yes." I begin rubbing my forehead. What was I thinking?

"Well, for now let's just watch movies and binge watch orange is the new black." Noah suggests, "With beer?" Louis questions. "And wine," I say agreeing with Louis.

But even while watching movies and drinking wine I couldn't help but think of the promise I made to my mom. I could easily just lie and say he had holiday with his parents or something. After the movie I leave to Gemma's apartment, the last time I was over was when I saw Harry. I knock on the door and she answers moments later in her pj's and tissues in hand. Mascara runs down her face with her tears, freaked out I reach out and hug her.

"Oh, my god Gemma are you okay?" She sorta laughs at my reaction and I pull away to look at her. "I'm fine," she says with a giggle. "Your crying!" I argue. "Oh, I'm watching The Fault in Our Stars. Gus just died and it's just, it's silly really." I can't help but also laugh at her.

"You had me really worried, can I come in?" She nods and opens her door wide open. "You look like shit, by the way. Your mascara is a mess," I tell her honestly. I look over at her couch where she had pillows, blankets, ice cream, snacks, and more tissues. "What are you doing?"

"Thanks for calling me shit, and every month I chose one night to just cry. It's a great feeling, this is my night I let all my anger, frustration, and crying out. It's honestly the best ever," Gemma tells me while using a makeup wipe to fix her face.

"Your a therapist and you think this is okay?" I question her. "Well, it's not okay to do it every day. But it's also okay to do it often enough, I'm sorry but can I help you with anything?" She questions.

"Well, I just came to talk. I'm kinda stressed," I tell her honestly. "Oh, my brother?" She asks and I nod a little. "My mom thinks he's my boyfriend and wants me to bring him for thanksgiving."

"Isn't that like an American holiday?"

"Yeah, my mom is big on holidays. I have to talk to Harry because I sorta told her he would be there, what do I do?" She begins laughing at my stupidity. "Well, first you have to ask him. Why did you tell your mom that?" I shrug a little. "I was trying to multitask. As you can see, it didn't turn out how I planned."

Gemma shakes her head and pulls me to sit with her on the couch. "I can't believe you did that, just ask Harry. Maybe he'll say yes," maybe he would. With Gemma's words, it felt as if she gave me hope.