Business & Pleasure [h.s] [ON HOLD]

five

"I'm so sorry about what happened out there." Harry shook his head with a frown.

"Harry, it's really okay. I don't mind, honestly! It's a part of your job." Phoebe tried her best to soothe him, but to no avail. A mob of paparazzi had followed the two of them to their restaurant. Phoebe had never experienced being pushed and shoved, or having people yell a million things at her; it frightened her, but she didn't want Harry to feel worse than he already did. She knew that they had taken enough pictures to be able to have it in the headlines tomorrow. Her heart sank as she began to think about what Lissette would say to her in the morning.

"I can never get a break from them." Harry muttered under his breath before taken a sip of his champagne.

"I'm fine Harry, I promise." Phoebe reached over and squeezed Harry's hand. Before she had the chance to rethink her decision, Harry grasped onto her hand tightly.

Rubbing his thumb against her knuckles he said, "I wish things were like they used to be. Remember when we used to sneak out at night and gaze up at the stars?" Phoebe began to feel uneasy; the last thing she wanted to be talking about was what the two of them used to do in the past. She had spent so many years trying to erase the memories from her mind, and the last thing she needed was to relive them. She pulled her hand from his, and tried her best to change the subject.

"So, how're you liking New York City?" She asked.

"Oh, New York? Yeah, I love it here. Especially now in the spring, the air's warm in the day, but cool at night. It's the best."

"And what made you want to stay here for your break?"

"Well..." Harry's cheeks began to redden, "there was this reporter that walked in my dressing room a couple of days ago, and I haven't been able to get her out of my head ever since."

Phoebe immediately glanced up from her salad and met Harry's eyes which were already locked on her.

"I'm not losing you twice, Pheeb."

The rest of dinner was filled with jokes and light conversation. Harry kept Phoebe laughing the entire time with his horrible knock knock jokes. Memories of when the two of them were younger flooded her mind; she felt so at home with Harry. The moment that she was in, at this particular moment, was better than any of the moments that she'd been without him. So, naturally she became depressed once Harry had paid the check.

"Are you done with me yet?" He asked with a crooked grin - exposing one of his dimples.

"Why?" Phoebe smiled back warily.

"There's somewhere I want to show you. If you don't mind, of course."

"Okay." Phoebe could already feel her guard slipping down.

**

"Harry, we've been driving for a while now." Phoebe stated anxiously. Two hours to be exact. The scenery around them had changed drastically. Skyscrapers were no longer around them, only trees and dirt roads. The city lights had now turned into dim street lamps.

"Don't worry, we're almost there." Harry soothed.

"Is this the part of the story where you take me into a dark forest and kill me?" Phoebe joked.

"Someone's been watching way too many crime shows."

Despite what she had joked about, Phoebe felt completely safe with Harry. He had never given her a reason to feel any different. Harry was still the same person he was when she had first met him, and she was happy to see that fame hadn't changed him. After 10 more minutes of driving, they finally stopped in front of small lake.