Secrets

Picture Perfect

Harry's P.O.V.

Blaire and I had just walked into Nandos, immediately being bombarded by the five lads.

The boys haven't met Blaire before today, but I have told them a lot about her.

Finally, we make our way to the large booth in the corner.

I sit in between Louis and Blaire, Niall on her other side, followed by Liam, with Zayn on the other side of Louis.

Laughter and loud talking fills the restaurant, the majority of the noise coming from us.

I look around the booth, all I see is smiling faces.

I wish I could freeze this moment, pause everything, just for one second.

It was picture-perfect, to me at least. Everyone was in high spirits, enjoying themselves, even me.

A sense of happiness was present, it felt nice to finally have the feeling return.

"What's good here?" Blaire asked, looking over to me.

"Woah, woah. You've never been here?" Niall's face has shock written all over it, his voice filled with disbelief.

Blaire shakes her head left to right, small giggles leaving her mouth as she does so.

"The Perri-Perri chicken is the best." Niall answers her question.

"I'd get the half order, if I were you." I add.

"Oh, you don't think I can take a whole?" Her eyes grow wide with amusement, taking my suggestion as a dare.

"No, actually, I don't. It's quite large."

"Hmph. You underestimate me, Styles." She scoffs with a smirk on her face.

"Hmm, I guess we will have to wait and see."

I was completely oblivious to the boys sitting around the table observing our bickering with amused faces. I guess they hadn't seen me like this in a while.

Around 15 minutes later, the waitress brings our food out. The majority of us ordered Peri-Peri chicken, it being the restaurants famous dish.

"I'm so full."

"Me too."

"I can't eat another thing."

"I can't even look at another thing."

"Hmphhhh. I need a nap."

Groans and complaining is coming from everyone around the table, all of us ate way too much.

"Told you I could put it away, Styles." Blaire smiles triumphantly, rubbing her stomach soothingly.

"You showed me, Johnson. Never again will I underestimate you."

I smirk at her, trying to hide my surprise.

"So, what do we do now?" the blonde-haired, bright eyes leprechaun asks.

"We could go to the park?" I say.

At that suggestion, everyone is jumping up and running for the door.

I grab Blaire's hand and intertwine our fingers as we run through the streets of London.

It's a nice day out, a little chilly, but the sun is shining.

"Last one there has to pay next time!" Louis shouts, as each Blaire and I pick up our pace.

As of now, we are in the front of the group with Liam and Louis trailing not far behind.

I take a glimpse at Blaire, making sure to watch where I'm going as I do so.

Her wavy blonde hair was blowing in the wind, her cheekbones had a rosy tint due to the temperature out, and her full lips were slightly parted, letting airy giggles escape from her mouth.

I could see the happiness radiating off of her, I'm sure anyone could, and it was contagious.

It was yet another moment I want to take a picture of, so I could remember it for the rest of my life.

"YES! WE WON, WE WON!"

Blaire and I stepped on the park property less than a second before the others.

We jumped around, doing a victory dance, rubbing it in the other lad's faces.

"Whatever, Haz." Louis pouted, crossing his arms like a child.

"Aw, Loubear. It's okay, at least you didn't loose." I smirked, looking at Niall, the blondie that came in last.

"That's no fair, I got stopped by a fan."

"Stop making excuses, you lost." Blaire snickers, poking his cheek.

"Nobody even cares." He mumbles, stomping over to the swing set.

The rest of the boys run off to play on the play set, or whatever, leaving Blaire and I in the grassy field.

She lays out on the green material, looking up to the stars.

Her hand pats the spot next to her, indicating for me to lay there.

"Want to play a game?" Her eyes are focused on the stars above, her voice filled with excitement.

"Only if I get to choose."

"Ugh, fine." Though I don't see her eyes, I am certain she is rolling them for dramatic effect.

"Hmm, how about 20 questions?"

"Only if I get to ask a question first."

"Fine, fine."

"Where did you grow up?"

"Cheshire, England. It's a small town, not much happens there." She nods her head in response. "When did you move to London? Your accent tells me you're not from here."

"Is it that obvious?" I nod my head, chuckling. "I left America about a year ago, Florida isn't my favorite place to say the least."

"Why is that?" I counter. When talking of her home, she looks so lost in the past, scared even.

"Ah, it's my turn to ask a question now, isn't it?"

A smirk plays on her face, replacing the worried look from before.

"When did One Direction form?"

"Well, I've always been into music. I was in a band called the 'White Eskimos' back home, until I auditioned for the X Factor. I didn't make it through as a solo artist, but I was put into a band with the other four lads. We really got on well, bonding instantly. We didn't win the competition, instead we came in third. But nonetheless, we kept going, ending up where we are now."

I process my words carefully, making certain to not leave anything out.

"Now my turn, what was the reason you left Florida?"

"Uhm, skip."

"Blaire, no skips, that's not fair."

"I promise to tell you, just not now. I still haven't fully gotten over it fully" she runs her fingers through her hair while sighing, "Trust me."

"Okay, I do."

My mind can't help but wonder what could have scarred her so deeply.

She made a promise to tell me when she feels the time is right, and I will definitely not let her break it.