My New Life

Chapter 17 (The Date pt. 2)

Harry's P.O.V.

Just in these past few hours I feel like the whole world has changed, that a lifetime went by. I remember this morning while Charity was crying and shaking from starvation with every worry in her head; now on even the smallest stage, in front of a crowd of people, she looked calm. She wasn't shaking anymore, she wasn't worried, she was having fun. When I talked to Ali she did say that Charity loved to sing, but I didn't know she loved it this much. The smile on her face is something I will never forget in a lifetime. She will hate it when the paparazzi comes, I made a horrible decision.

~Just Before The Date~

"Yes we will be at the London Eye a little past sunset." I said to the editor of that Teen magazine.

"And you want us to come and take your pictures? I am sorry but this is oddly peculiar."

"I want to show you that Charity. Is. Mine. And no one else's. Now if you excuse me, I have to go."  I hung up on the man just to show that I am in charge.

"Harry? I don't mean to be rude but..." Niall just put his head down as he spoke.

"'But' what? .... Niall? Tell me now." I just looked at him sternly.

"You're an idiot."

"What?" I was astonished by his remark, and even more so when the rest of the boys nodded in agreement.

"Even I know that Charity hates the paparazzi, and yet on your special night you decide to ask them to come. They will probably make another horrible story, which will make our girl cry, again."

~Present Time~

Maybe I shouldn't have called.... No. They're coming just to see that Charity and I are together, and with no one else.

As we walked down the road to the London Eye we held hands and chit-chatted a little. She took pictures of us in the sunset where it looked like we were black shadows in front of a midst of orange, yellow, gold, and purple. Seeing the utter joy in her face was breath taking, I just couldn't stop smiling at how well this was going, and neither could she.

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Charity's P.O.V.

Harry can't stop smiling! I think this is a good sign! Boy, his lips are so red and kissable. No, stop thinking that, Harry Styles would never want to kiss a girl who is younger and somewhat drunk. As we walked into the parking lot for the London Eye I saw cameras flashing in every direction.

I froze and just stood there. Harry gripped my hand tighter.

"Don't worry, babe. They won't be in the Ferris Wheel, I'll get you all to myself." He leaned down and kissed my cheek. "I promise." He whispered that in my ear. Can I fan-girl over this? I think I will. "Everyone take as many pictures as you want! Just stay at least four feet away from her!" He shouted at the crowd of people. Harry then lead me to the bungalow of the Ferris wheel. We made it to the top when it stopped so suddenly. I fell into Harry's arms as the bungalow shook.

"It's okay sweetheart, now we get more time to talk. And sing, I may have written a song for you..." I looked up as he spoke softly in my ear.

"You have got to be kidding me? How? What? Why? Can I hear it?" I started freaking out. We've known each other almost only a week, yet I feel like I love him.

"Okay," He smiled. "I kind of wrote this while you were flirting with Niall, I had written it as a passage in my journal but I decided to put a little of it into music." He started humming a soft tune and quietly sang to me. "I don't care what people say when we're together. You know I want to be the one who hold you when you sleep. I just want it to be you and I forever. I know you want to leave. So come on baby be with me. So happily." Harry slowly stopped singing. "That's all I have for now, I'm sorry it isn't more." He was still gripping me tightly in a hug.

"I love it," I looked up into his green eyes while letting out a breath into his chest.

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Harry's P.O.V.

"Really?" How can she love that? I am probably the worst song writer in the world.

"Yes, I would've just been glad if you sang me Ba Ba Black Sheep." Glad she has low expectations. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes. Now that the sun had gone down the moonlight was lighting her eyes making them sparkle. I have never felt so, so, so involved with someone this early in a relationship. Involved isn't even the word, it's just something great. I could tell in Charity's eyes that she was honest and devoted to just making people happy... And felt loved.

Her hands when from being pressed against my chest from falling to slowly ride up and around my neck, then I pulled her closer as I saw her bite her lip. Can I just kiss her? I started leaning in. Just remember I go ninety she goes ten, just like in the movie Hitch.

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Charity's P.O.V.

We didn't speak. It was udder silence; I had moved my hands up around his neck. He looks like he is in deep thought, I wonder what he was thinking about. Harry just looks so cute not to kiss, I bit my lip hoping it would give a sign; he pulled me closer and bit his lip. Is this really happening? My "directioner dream" of kissing my favorite boy in the band is about to come true, I hope.

I went on tip toes as he came closer and closer, then our lips met. Out of every kiss on the cheeck or nose that would bring shivers down my spine, well this exceeds them all. We kissed slowly and passionatly as I felt sparks go through my body. Our lips felt like they were made for each other as they molded to meet our needs. Harry was feeling the rush too; He let out a small moan as he grabbed my hips tightly as we kept going, slowly pulling me so close we were pressed against each other. I didn't mind. Harry started pulling away to gasp for air as he bit my lip, causing me to send a lil' moan.

"Wow that was..." Harry panted while gasping for breath. "beautiful. You're beautiful." He pulled a rose from the inside of his jacket. "I am now formally asking you, Charity Darling, to be my girlfriend. And hopefully you will say yes?" I was stunned how he knew my last name. Harry then kissed me again with even more passion, I started feeling numb.