Breathe

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" W-What can I get for you?" He stutters and looks between Harry and I. His eyes move down to where Harry's hand holds mine and his face goes hard.

" I'll have a venti chocolate chip frapichino" He pauses and looks over at me " What would you like babe?" I glance at the board behind Max " I'll have a tall earl grey tea." I avoid his piercing eye contact. " Anything else for you" he swallows as he presses buttons on the cash register, Harry brings his hand up to his chin and glances at the board. "Hmm" he grumbles. I notice people crowding in the Starbucks, for Harry no doubt.

" Oh yeah one more thing, leave my fucking girlfriend alone or we're going to have a huge problem" He snarls at Max, the crowd behind us gasps. I pull on Harry's arm " Lets go it's fine" I reason.

" No its not, back off lad, she doesn't want you" Harry says sarcastically and Max laughs "Who did she call last night lad?" He mocks Harry's tone of voice

" You, and all you managed to do was take her to a party, get her completely wasted and have her pass out in a bathroom" Harry hisses through clenched teeth, I roll my eyes, this is going to far, reporters are videoing the event. " Harry people are watching" I pull on his unmovable, muscular arm

" You stay away from her" Harry points a threating finger at Max.

" Enough" I speak loud enough for Harry Max and I to hear. They both stare at me. " Do you want this plastered all over magazines I point to the paparazzi's who are freely taking photos of us. Harry face slowly turns into realization. " Let's go love" He takes my hand and leads me out of the store.

-

" What the hell was that?" I throw my hand up towards Starbucks

" Trust me I would've done allot more if the paps weren't there" his tone sounds angry. I flush

" Why did you do that" I say quietly

" Cause you're mine" He whispers " All mine" He adds before pecking my lips softly

He breaks the kiss and frowns. " I'm your boyfriend, not him"

Butterflies form in the pit of my stomach, he grabs my hand again " Lets go, I don't want the reporters ruining our day out" He says energetic

"Day out?" I question " Where are we going?" I raise an eyebrow,

"For a walk" He grins mischievously at me and I tilt my head. I shrug.

-

" What do you want for your birthday?" I turn to face him as we walk along the street, masked in sunlight.

He looks up "You"

" You can want something you already have"

" mmm true, I don't know what I want, I have you, that's all I want" He says acting coy.

" Where are you taking me Mr. Styles?" I look around, we are in an open park French style tables and chairs set up everywhere. He pulls me over to table and sits me down. " Here" He pulls out a chair and it scraps against the concrete floor, I sit and he pushes me in before sitting in the opposing chair.

" I got you something" He speaks softly, intimately. My eyebrows crease in confusion.

" Why?"

" Because I can" He smiles, revealing his perfect teeth. He produces a box from his pocket and places it in front of me, I take the top off to see a silver key. Oh boy...

" Harry" I caution, he cuts me off

" I know what you're going to say, I'm giving it to you so whenever you're here you have a key." He smiles small, disappointed. I close my eyes momentarily