Midnights.

Chapter 18 - This is just getting more intense..

CHAPTER 18

The taxi driver says yes, and immediately drive me to the Central Park. I keep myself busy with the thoughts of being Harry’s personal photographer. What will he do to me?

‘’ I want you to be my personal photographer so that you can photograph me everytime I want to, because you seem to be a really proffesional photographer. Plus, we can spend more time together.’’

Spending more time together? What does he mean by that? I grab my phone in such a confused state. My touch moves to the text-message Harry had sent earlier today. Where did he get my number, anyways? Surely it’s from Olivia. I don’t know what to reply, so I guess I will just leave it like that.

The New York streets look a little bit crowded, probably it’s because of the upcoming lunch time. I fiddle with my fingers aimlessly, I can’t believe I’m nervous just to meet Harry.

Before I can omit all of the nerves, the taxi stops and my head lifts up. Central Park. I have a feeling that this place will surely make a history.

I grab my backpack-fulfilled with my camera and so on- before I pay the taxi-driver. I hop out of the taxi and remain silent on the ground as the taxi moves swiftly away. I look at the big park, obviously looking for Harry. I roam aimlessly at the big park. I sigh. I’m so stupid to believe that Harry is actually waiting for me here. He might have lied to me last night. I bet he doesn’t even want me to be his personal photographer. Oh, how stupid I have been. I desperately walk to a bench when I feel somebody holding my wrist. I turn back to see who’s the doer.

Harry.

Why does he always give surprises to me?

‘’John.’’ He says before I can speak a single word. ‘’You need to call me John here because, you know, this park is crowded.’’

I smile as I look at his outfit. Long sleeves and a beanie, and of course those epic sunglasses. I certainly understand what he means. I nod and say, ‘’Alright, John.’’

‘’Let’s go?’’ He asks. I giggle. ‘’Could you release my hand, then?’’ I ask, realizing that he hasn’t stopped holding my hand. He takes his hand and looks away shyly, I can see his face flushing slightly. Is he nervous?

We both walk to the bench I was going to sit down at before. Harry sits down first and gestures me to sit down close with him. He chuckles and asks, ‘’So you’re serious?’’

‘’I’m serious about what?’’ I pretend to be clueless.

‘’About being my personal photographer. I thought that’s the reason you’re showing up?’’

I look down. Why should I feel shy anyway? I answer him with a low voice, still not feeling so sure somehow. ‘’I uh, yes?’’

‘’Answer me properly, Luna.’’ Harry says, unpatiently. I look at him and shout, ‘’Fine! I want to work with you!’’

Harry smiles broadly, making those irresistible dimples to show up again. He seems to be so happy that I act nervous only to agree to work with him.

‘’This will be a good start of something new.’’ Harry speaks. Little does he know that I feel the same thing in my heart. ‘’I really hope you’ll enjoy working with me.’’

‘’But how can I explain everything to Mr. Fred? And how about my rented house?’’

Harry just laughs. ‘’Don’t worry, we’re also going back to London today. When we arrive London we can manage things up.’’

‘’Really? Thanks for your help then?’’ I’m not used to thank people.

‘’You’re welcome.’’ Harry says, smiling. This is a really weird side of me. So many things have changed just in a day, and it’s funny that the one person who makes this all is someone I haven’t ever expected to know before. He’s just a childish member from ‘the biggest boyband in the world’. Harry.

‘’Should we go to lunch? I’m hungry.’’ Harry says as he touches his tummy. I only laugh and reply back, ‘’I’m hungry too! Come on let’s grab some meals.’’

We both laugh and call a taxi.

This is unreal. This is so-not-me. What happens to the old Luna Strittle?

***

We fly back to London and me and Harry agree to meet up in my rented house. I spend the flight back home by hearing Olivia’s stories of how she and Louis hung out. I only nod and smile, although I still can’t deny the jealousy that she was able to hang out with Louis. It’s strange how I can sit down and laugh and actually hear Olivia telling her story. Her talkativeness doesn’t bother me this time, and I can say that I enjoy hearing her story. Weird things start going to my life and I know that I have somehow changed.

Olivia keeps questioning about my swollen lips, she says I look stupid but I only smile and say that I hit a wall yesterday. She doesn’t seem to believe me but I don’t really care. I guess she will faint and doesn’t believe everything if I tell her that Harry was the one causing all of this!

We arrive London safely and me and Olivia say goodbye to each other. Mr. Fred has given us some money so that we can go home by taxi. Once I arrive at my home, I sigh. This might be the last time I actually live in this house.

I penetrate the key to my house and open the door. Nothing has changed, of course. After all I was just leaving for three days. I unpack my stuffs and decide to do all of the washings tomorrow, considering that I’m still so tired. Luckily I don’t get a jet lag. I’ve never got a jet lag in my whole life and I feel so lucky.

I take a shower, making me feel fresh after such a tiring day. I have no idea why I feel so tired. I only went to McDonalds again with Harry today and hung out with him for a while before we both separated to fly back home. Probably I talked too much in the plane today. I don’t really care and I don’t want to think much about it.

I walk out from my bathroom in just my body wrapped by a blue towel. Back then I live alone in this house and nobody is going to see me. I grab a black tank top and a pair of grey hotpants. Just as I let the towel fall down from my body to the floor, I hear someone pressing the doorbell. Jesus! Who the hell is coming to my house at the moment?

I hurriedly wear those clothes to cover my naked body. My body isn’t dried up yet but I don’t care. My curiosity has taking over me. Who comes to my house? Nobody hardly comes to my house and I find it weird that someone is actually visiting me.

My hair is still wet and I don’t remember drying it. I unlock my door and my eyes meet those green ones. Of course it’s Harry, and what is he doing here?

‘’What are you doing here?’’ I ask. He’s in his white t-shirt and some sweat pants, so I guess he has taken a bath already. He looks at me and asks, ‘’I thought we’re meeting up?’’

‘’Not now please? I haven’t even gone to sleep, honestly I’m so tired.’’

Unexpectedly Harry pushes my body to enter my house and locks the door. He lays me down on my sofa, making his body on top of me.  His sharp nose touches mine as he starts brushing it. His eyes look directly into mine, those plump lips producing words.

‘’I want you to sleep with me.’’