Broken Things

Chapter 8

SPOV:

I watched Harry's face light up as he talked about how much he loved performing. He was so passionate about everything and it was wonderful The way he described the butterflies he got before a show and how he wishes there was some way he could give each and every fan a hug. He talked about how much it upset him and the other boys that the fame made it impossible to talk to their fans. It hurt my heart when his voice saddened as he talked. He looked down at the ground and stayed quiet for a bit.

"I'm sure they know how much you care, Harry. As long as you never stop saying it, then they will always know." A large smile grew across his face, causing me to do the same.

"You're brilliant, you know," he said.

"I know." Heat rose in my cheeks while he laughed softly.

We reached the park in no time. I hadn't realized how quickly the time had gone. It was nice talking to Harry. It was refreshing in a way and I was lucky to have a chance to see what only those closest to him got to see. 

We weren't the only ones who thought going to the park to enjoy the day was a good idea. It was packed with people making the most of the good weather.

"There's a lot of people here," he said lowly. I looked up at him. He ran a hand through his hair before pulling the collar of his jacket as far as it would go. It was clear he was worried despite his eyes being hidden by dark sunglasses.

"We can go somewhere else, Harry," I said, positioning myself in front of him. He bit his lip and looked around. This was supposed to be a day for him. I adjusted my bag over my shoulder when the thought hit me.

"Hold on," I said suddenly. I rummaged in my bag until I found what I was looking for.

"Come over here," I said, taking his hand and pulling him behind a large tree, 

"Try this," and I took out a black beanie and a thick grey scarf that I had stored in my bag for those 'just in case' moments. He bent down so I could pull the beanie onto his head to cover his iconic curls.

"Careful, those are insured!" he joked.

"Oh shush," I said and rolled my eyes. I wrapped the scarf around his neck and fluffed it up to cover his face as much as it could. When I was finished, I took a step back to check my work. I couldn't help but laugh. 

"What?" His voice was slightly muffled from my scarf.

"Nothing," I laughed again and pulled out my camera, "Stand still." I held up the camera to my eye as he lifted his hands into two 'thumbs-up'. I snapped the picture and he posed again. After a couple more shots, I put the camera back into my bag. 

"Let's see if this works, shall we?" he said behind the scarf and held out his arm. I wrapped my hand around the bend of his elbow and we started off down the park path. We continued to talk quietly, not wanting his accent to be noticed.

I was in the middle of telling him about my lack of musical talent when my stomach growled insanely loud. I wrapped my arm around my stomach hoping he didn't hear.

"Was that your stomach?" he said, looking down at me.

"Yeah, I haven't eaten since early this morning."

He laughed, "Thank God, because I'm hungry, too." I smiled and let my embarrassment fade away.

"What are you hungry for?" I asked. He pulled the scarf down slightly to reveal two dimples accompanying a smirk.

"I need a huge juicy burger," he said in his best southern accent. I threw my head back and laughed at Harry's goofy request.

"I know a great place. It's just a few blocks away."