New York [harry styles au]

11

11.
October had finally swung around and everything was gradually developing, but still staying at the right dynamic. In other words, everything was utterly perfect. What I didn't realise at the time was that my life really was perfect, as perfect as it was ever going to get; this type of observation is what my therapist calls a guilt complex. But it's true, though I merely just call it a fact of life. Things were never going to get better than 1972, and what is the only other direction my life could go? Down. My life was suddenly preparing for a downhill spiral. However, I was oblivious to this at the time so I won't dwell on it any further. All you need to know is that Harry and I were at the most comfortable point that a couple can be at. We knew each other's flaws and loved them for what they were, we didn't dwell on anything that wasn't important and most significantly, we did everything that we wanted to do.

The first day of October 1972 was a Sunday, which was -to us- the most boring day of the week. Yes, we could have visited a church or picnicked in a park but we were young, and all we wanted was that slice of freedom to enrich each other into our worlds. We didn't favour anybody else's. So it was Harry's suggestion that we leave the apartment and visit some stores. Jonathan had just recently paid Harry for jobs, jobs that I didn't know of, so the suggestion wasn't all that random.

We didn't travel in Harry's pick-up truck; instead, we just travelled on foot straight into the city and peered into numerous shop windows, a pastime that I usually enjoyed with Angelina. The October air didn't take it's time to run a chill down my spine and I cursed myself for wearing such thin articles of clothing.

"Are you cold?" Harry questioned.

"Very, I hadn't realised October could be so cold. It's not even winter yet."

"I'll get you a coat. Come on." He said, reattaching his hand to mine and pulling me into a department store. Fancy, as a word to describe the place, was an understatement. It was one of those stores that had gold linings laced around each corner and edge.

"Harry - Don't you think this is a bit too fancy?" I muttered out, "This will all be so expensive." My fingers lightly touched the soft fabrics of the items and a price tag confirmed my suspicions.

"I have the money. Stop worrying, Winona." He replies with a deep smile and scans the shelves. "This will suit you."

We quickly get to trying on numerous of jackets, and going shopping in this way seemed the most normal thing we had done since we first met. This in turn made it feel abnormal. He picked up a faux sheepskin jacket, much like his own, and softly placed it over my shoulders. All the cold of the outside air left my body as the thick jacket warmed me.

"That's the one." Harry says, "It's just like mine too, we can be matching." He laughed and I join in.

"Harry, I couldn't possibly let you pay for this." I state, putting the jacket back onto the hanger and then onto the original railing.

"It's my treat." He says before stealing it back from the railing again. What was it with everyone spending money on me recently? "I have the money and where is the law against spending money on your favourite person?"

He shrugs with a deep smile before hurrying to the checkout and I couldn't object, I merely peer at the ground with a secret grin on my face. How he could make me feel so giddy in such a short amount of time was unknown to me. Once I was beside him again, he turned to look my way.