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07. Complicated feelings.

A week later..
Harry's POV.
Everyone's still sleeping except for Caitlyn. She's just scrolling on her phone and I'm pretty bored, now that the both of us are awake. It's 10:00 in the morning and decided to eat. I'm starving.
"Hey Caitlyn, wanna eat?" I asked. She quickly came over to me saying; "Yeah, I'm hungry." She said.
We got out of the tour bus and heading to the nearest Starbucks.

"What's your order kitty cat?" I smirked.

"Hmm. Candyfloss Frap." She said, pointing to the menu. We took our seat and she opened her bag.

"Here's my credit, my treat." She smiled.

"What the fuck no, hell no." I said, waving my hand.

"But-"

"I'm the one who asked you to be here with me so.. It's my treat." I said as I put her credit card to the table and I went to the lane to take our orders.

"Here's your Candyfloss, kitty cat." I smirked as I put the coffee infront of her.

"Thank you and by the way don't call me 'kitty cat'." She said using air quotation for kitty cat.

"I'm just teasing you." I laughed. She rolled her eyes.
She's cute..beautiful, I mean. I like her from the start. Her brown eyes, brown hair and curvy body, and everything about her but the thing I'd like her the most is, she's a filipina. I've encounter so many asians but I think Philippines is my best country in Asia. I wanna go to her country someday with her. Visit the beautiful sceneries and spend the half of my life with her. But I know she likes Niall, the way she looked at him. It's different. And the way Niall looks at her, it kills me. They like each other even they won't admit it. Yeah, Barbara and Niall broke up almost three weeks ago and now he's moving on.

"Uhm, how old are you?" I asked randomly. I don't know how old is she, but she looks younger than me. I can tell.

"20 turning 21 this October." She smiled.

"Oh."

"How about you?" She asked me.

"21." I replied. Woah, we're almost the same age but she looks so young.

"Oh."

"Where do you wanna go after this?" I asked. I'm getting bored here.

"Hmmm. Park?" She said as she sip on her drink.

"Sure." I got up from my chair and tossed both of our cups to the trash bin.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah." She smiled.

We're in the park now. Walking, walking, walking, endless walking. Damn, I'm getting bored. She's looking at the fountain, bushes, flowers, and even in bench. She's so innocent and I like it. While she's taking a picture with the damn fountain, I saw a gazebo at the small garden.

"Stop dragging me like a small child, Harold." She said while fixing her shirt.

"Sorry." I laughed.

She rolled her eyes, I stopped from laughing. God, I'm so fucked up.
We both took a seat on the bench inside and dead silence occupied us.

"So.. do you have a boyfriend?" I broke the silence between us. I guess she doesn't have a boyfriend because if she has a boyfriend, why the guy let this beautiful chick traveling alone here in England?

"Me? Nope, I don't have. I am too ugly to have a boyfriend." She smiled while looking at the flowers beside her.

"You're not ugly." I said while I entwined my hands.