A Moment in the Crowd

Chapter 4: Keep up Styles

Harry:

"Holy shit Harry stop seriuosly you're going to make me cry." 

I stand on the outside of the round dome of the CN Tower, leaning over the heavy metal fencing that protects anyone from actually falling.

"What if I just layed down on it? I think it could hold me right?" I say teasingly, knowing I'll get a reaction out of her. 

I can see Lily start to fidget with her skirt, all the while holding on to the bar closest to the inside of the building. She doesn't want to be scared but I can tell that she is. She knows I'm just messing with her, and I'm proven correct when she rolls her eyes and laughs. 

"No don't even try to climb onto that thing. People would call security and then you'd have to take pictures with them."

"Touché Delcourt, touché."

We both laugh and I return to Lily's side safely. We walk back inside the building and instantly I can see her shoulders relax and her breathing return to a normal rate. I laugh to myself quietly. It's adorable that she's so terrified of heights.

"I can hear you snickering under your breath Styles. Don't think I don't notice." Lily says between steadying breaths.

I laugh again anyways at my being caught. How does she sound so confident?

We eventually tour around the place a while longer, and finally search for the exit which inevitably runs through the gift shop.

I decide that I need to get something for Gemma. She hates when I'm on tour, and she can't stop whining about how little she gets from me every time I go home. 

"Wait I want to get something for Gemma."

Lily freezes in her tracks. I look at her frozen back, wondering what I might have said to put her off. 

"You alright?" I ask hesitantly.

Lily looks nearly petrified when she turns around, like she's forgotten something important.

"Your sister is Gemma. Jesus Christ, I actually nearly forgot who you were." She begins laughing to herself and then continues:

"Sorry - I just - I'm actually in love with your sister so we're going to need to get her something nice."

I stare after her as she rushes off to try to find something for Gemma. What does she mean by in love with my sister? That's one I haven't heard before. I notice her motioning for me to follow her.

"Keep up Styles!"

I laugh in disbelief at this girl in front of me. She is quirky, but why do I love it so much?

"I have no clue what to get her though. What's very Canadian?" I ask her when I catch up to where she's roaming the aisles of cheesy gifts. 

"Maple Syrup - wait. Here it is!" 

She points out a rather large glass made in the shape of a maple leaf, filled to the brim with what I can only assume to be maple syrup. It looks perfect, and Gemma will probably love it. 

Lily, looking pleased with herself at finding the maple syrup, escorts me to the check out desk and soon we're back out into the warm August air. 

"You know when I was little I thought that Canadians lived in igloos and it snowed all the time?" I admit bluntly my lack of childhood knowledge, unsure of where the confession even came from. This girl makes me feel like I could say anything and it would still be alright. Lily immediately begins bursting out laughing at my honesty.