You Have Me

Ch.10

"Beth? Are you ready?"

I don't know. If I'm honest. I don't know if I'm actually ready to basically go out on a date with Harry. And it's not because I don't want to. Because I do. I really, really, really do. But, because I have no idea who he is, or what I'm feeling. It's ridiculous and hypocritical because I had no fucking problem making out with him an hour ago, or sleeping in the same damn bed every night. I'm a horrible person, who can't decide what she wants.

"Okay. I'm ready. Let's go." I'm totally 100 percent not ready. Not, at all.

His eyes rake up and down my body, and I instinctively feel the need to curl into myself. "Your bottoms are too short." He whines, and okay. What? Well that was unexpected. My bottoms are too short? My bott-shorts, my shorts (because they're shorts, not bottoms. Who the hell says bottoms?) are not that short. They're high waisted and a completely appropriate length. Yes. Appropriate. Thank you very much. My mouth is open in surprise and my eyebrows are furrowed. I probably look foolish, and laughable. But what do you expect. He literally just said that my 'bottoms' are too short. "Don't look at me like that. Your bottoms are too short." And there it is again. I shrug and grin back at him. He rolls his eyes, and reaches out, grabbing a belt loop and pulling me in. "You are going to be the death of me." He groans and kisses me quickly, and oh, we're doing that now? Oh. Okay. He lets me go, and walks over to the bed placed in the middle of the room. He picks up his phone, quickly clicking on the screen and then looking up.

"Alright?" He smiles lazily. He looks so warm and cuddly. I just want to grab him and drag him back to bed and sleep for the next hundred years.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Ready?" I ask smiling.

"Yes, but first I have a few rules," I pull a face, that makes Harry chuckle and shake his head. "Hey you can either agree to my simple, yet necessary requests. Or we can stay here and watch Mulan for the fifth time this week?" I close my eyes titling my head back. Was he serious? I thought they said I was nineteen. Not four. But okay, I'd rather agree to his rules than stay here and watch Mulan, no matter how much I really love the movie. And I really do like it. But if I watch Mulan sing Reflections one more time I'm going to shove my head through the television.

"Fine, fine. What are your simple, yet necessary request?" I reply sarcastically, walking out of the room. There's no point in looking for my own phone. Because I don't have one, I think. Harry falls into step next to me. He grabs my hand inside his and clasped them together swinging them in between us. "First, you can't stray too far from me okay?" I nod, because that's not so bad. I'm not an idiot. I wouldn't just go off on my own, in a foreign country. "Keep your head down okay? There's going to be a lot of people with cameras. Ignore them and the screaming girls. Don't pay attention to what they yell okay? They don't matter, and neither do their opinions." I don't realize I'm tense and that we've stopped, until Harry's stroking my cheek and we're standing a few inches from the door. He's giving me a considering look he always gets when I'm too quiet, for his liking. "We don't have to go. We can stay here and watch crappy Telly, while we eat, until we're three times our size." He suggests quietly. It's enough, and it has me placing a small kiss on the side of his mouth. I shake my head no though.

"No, I'll be fine. You'll be there." Harry's smile is blinding and adorable.

"I will be." He promises with a small kiss. And right. We do that now. "And the final thing I need you to do is the most important. I need you to promise me, that if It gets to be too much you'll tell me so we can come back and you can rest okay? Promise?" I nod and smile at him. How bad could it be anyway. We're just going out and exploring. Doesn't sound too difficult. With a final kiss, (because yes, we kiss now and it's wonderful), he pulls away and we walk to the back door. We smile gratefully at Paul as he holds the door open. He walks us to an expensive looking car, opening the door again and waiting for us to get in, before he closes the door and walks to the driver's side.