Bold

Chapter Eleven

Harry's POV

All of the boys and I are wearing assorted hats and sunglasses, to try to conceal our faces. I hope I can shop with Jordan, without getting mobbed. We walk into Macy's. I look at Jordan to find her eyes lighting up.

"Wow! This is huge! Look at all of these clothes! And its all so fancy looking!", she hollers.

"This is amazing!!! It's like a shopping dream come true!", Denise squeals. "Jordan, can you believe we're shopping in New York?!"

"No I can't!", Jordan replies. She looks back at me, grinning from ear to ear.

"Shall we?", asks Louis.

They practically leap with joy, speed walking to a clothes rack. They shop for awhile, and the rest of us look around. Then I pass these manicans. One has a satin red dress on it. I immediately picture Jordan wearing it, linking her arm to mine, walking together, getting a million pictures taken, and everyone gawking over how cute of a couple we are. I have to get this for her!

I see Denise alone, and walk over. "Where's Jordan?", I ask.

"She's trying something on. Why?", she replies.

"What size does she wear in dresses?", I declare.

"6", Denise proclaims.

"Thanks", I say turning around. "Oh yeah. Please don't say anything to her about me asking, it's a surprise."

She mocks the saying, by 'zipping' her lips and 'throwing away the key'. I walk back over and find a size 6 in the dress. I hope she likes it.

I don't want this tour to ever end. Normally I'm excited for a break, but I don't want her to go back to South Dakota. I want her to stay with me, and travel the world with me. I guess I just have to appreciate the time I have.

But I've never felt like this before. Sure I've been in love, just not like this. But then again, I don't ever remember feeling this way before! I don't ever remember feeling so strongly about someone. She's so real, and different. She's not like any other girl, and that's what I love about her!

I want to tell her. Sometimes I'm tempted to just blurt out 'I love you'! But I don't know how she would respond, or if she feels the same. I don't want to ruin what we have. It has only been four days since I first met her. Although, it feels like it's been so much longer.

I remember that night exactly. Bumping into her. She was so nervous. And stumbling over her words. I thought it was so cute. And it felt good to be liked by someone, when I didn't look like me. She's so beautiful. And so innocent.

Maybe it is best that she leaves. I'm not good enough for her. And I'd just be a bad influence. I just can't picture not having her. How did someone I barely know already become so important to me?!

I realize I've just been staring at this dress when Niall says, "You okay, mate?"

"Yeah. Just thinking", I proclaim. "Do you think she'll like it?"

"Yeah. Do you think Denise will like this?", he asks, revealing a purple dress.

"Yeah. Are we subconsciously planning dates?", I exclaim.

"I think we are", he replies.

We buy the dresses, and conceal them in our bags with shirts we bought. Jordan and Denise shop, and shop. Store after store. Until all of our hands are full with bags. We get to the vehicle, and I'm careful to keep the dress in my hands.

"Thank you", Jordan says, looking at me.

"My pleasure", I reply. "I hope you've got enough clothes for the trip."