Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 13

Quick note - I kind of want to rewrite the first couple chapters, because they suck. Let me know if you guys would mind if I did that. The storyline would be the same, I'd just make them longer and better lol.

Avery's POV

"So are you going to tell me where we are going?" I ask, and Harry purses his lips together.

"Nope," he reassures, placing his hand on top of mine as we drive in the now beautiful weather.

Before I know it, we are pulling up to Harry's apartment complex. It's clear skies now, but the sun has just started to set. Being the end of September, it sets a bit earlier in the day now.

"Alright, I'm going to run up real quick. You can't look though, so close your eyes," he says with a smile, and kisses my cheek.

I sigh dramatically, trying not to laugh. "Fine."

I close my eyes, and impatiently wait for him. What could he possibly be doing?

I hear the car unlock, and the back door open.

"Alright, I'm back. You can open your eyes, but no peaking," he states, now buckling himself in next to me.

"You're the worst," I groan, and he laughs.

"You'll thank me later."

We drive for about 15 minutes, until we pull up to a park a couple blocks from Harry's place. There's gorgeous trails, and people walking and jogging everywhere.

Harry pulls into a parking spot, and unhooks himself.

"Alrighty, we are here. Let me grab what's in back," he says, and I get out of the car. I walk around to his side, and he pulls out two pairs of rollerblades.

"Oh my god, Harry. I haven't rollerbladed since I was like 15," I exclaim, and he laughs.

He seems very excited. "Well you get to brush up, now!" We go and sit on a bench after taking off our shoes and putting them in the car.

This is why he wanted me to be 'comfortable'.

"I'm going to fall and it's going to be all your fault," I say, and his dimples pop out, while handing me a pair.

"It's okay, babe. You can hold on to me," he says, and we begin to put on our rollerblades.

My heart pounds at the thought of showing that kind of PDA while many people are around, but I guess it'll be okay.

"Who's are these?" I ask out of curiosity, really hoping he doesn't say they're Kendall's or something.

"They're my sister's, Gemma's. She literally never uses them when she's here though, so they've been worn about twice. She's a size 9, so hopefully they fit," he explains, relieving me.

"I'm an 8, so we should be good," I respond, just happy they're his sisters. I would feel incredibly awkward if they weren't.

We get some looks from people, and a little girl even approaches Harry with her mom. She looks very nervous, being 7 or so, and her mom helps her talk to Harry.

"Hi Harry!! Um do you, uh, do you think I can take a picture with you?" She asks, and Harry beams.

"Of course, sweetheart. What's your name?" He bends down, so he can talk to her.

"I'm Anna," she smiles.

"That's a pretty name. My mum's name is Anne," he adds, smiling.

Harry picks her up and smiles for the picture.