Bent. | h.s

the accidental cuddle.

and it's hard to dance with a devil on your back so shake him off.

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"Where are we going?" 

"Patience, princess." 

"Harry," I hiss, "there's literally nothing in that direction, I know that. I live here." It was the dead of night, well, we were closer to morning actually and if Harry decides not to share our destination with me, we were probably gonna freeze to death. It was mid-October for f.ucks sake, who takes a walk at 3 a.m. in the freezing cold?

I'm just about to start whispering angry words at Harry again when I find myself crashing into his hard side.

"We're here." He announces with a grin on his face and I look up to him, confused. "Here?" I ask and he nods and walks inside. "This, is heaven?" I mumble as I trudge behind him, my body finally easing up from the lack of cold inside.

We were in a McDonalds.

"Harry, do you need to use the bathroom or?" I look for Harry and find him already stood at the counter, gazing at the menu as if it's something marvelous. I make my way towards him and he side whispers to me "Been a while since I've been here." he admits.

"I thought you didn't do junk food."

"I'm pretty sure we both got food poisoning from that pizza you just fed us anyway, so this is like a salad compared to your food."  Harry shrugs, "you ruined me, princess."

We both take a seat in a booth at the back after placing our orders; Harry was right, even though it was late, there still were a few people here and none of them seemed to notice that a megastar had just walked in, this place really was so run down that no one would think someone as famous as him would ever be here.

We both eat in silence for a minute, I only chose an ice cream while Harry is sat in front of a mountain of food; two burgers with fries and everything, and God knows how many nuggets these were. God, I really did break the poor guy. "I'm gonna go through hell when I'm back on tour." he laughs in between bites. I'm caught up by his words that I take an extra large bite of out my ice cream and have to take a minute for my mouth to stop hurting. Harry laughs while I fan my freezing mouth and hands me some napkins. I look at him confusingly, waiting for the iceberg in my mouth to thaw while motioning with my hand that he should explain.

"We're supposed to be on a diet for the tour, I basically ruined months' work in just two days with you." He jokes then goes back to attacking his food. My mouth is finally well enough that I'm able to speak now but all I do is laugh at how hungry he seems to be. He must be in really bad shape if he thinks a burger is real food.

"Speaking of the tour," Harry says in between mouthfuls, "didn't you promise you'd come to see some shows?"

"I did?"

"Yes, princess."

I suddenly remember him inviting me before he'd left at the beginning of the tour. I'd been lying when I told him I'd go then, but now that he's mentioned it I genuinely feel bad about missing it, going on tour with the boys would be like a dream come true. "I have classes, Harry, I can't just pack up and travel the world with you. My exams start, like, next week."

Harry considers this for a moment, takes another bite out of his sandwich, swallows then speaks again. "Okay, but-" he swallows again, "how about summer?"

"What about summer?"

"We go to America during the summer for recording and some new album stuff. You free then, right?" He has a hopeful look to his eye that makes me actually consider his offer. I haven't been back to the U.S. since I left. I'm not even sure that I would like to go back, however, traveling with Harry does sound appealing. Before I can let the thought of being Harry's groupie throughout the summer I'm reminded of two things. "I'll have work." I smile apologetically, holding from speaking the second reason that I can't go, which is the more important one. I can't go to America with you because it's too stressful; I don't want to be marked as the new Harry romance that gets all the hate, and I definitely don't want my face on every magazine for every single family member of mine that I'd managed to successfully avoid for the last two years to see.