the London Eye (a One Direction fanfic)

Chapter Eight

Harry, aka my hero, offered to take me to walk me around London to get my mind off of what just happened and soon after, we decided to go to our cafe. Where ever we walked, Harry was glued to my side, obviously worried that someone might try something on me again. 

Once we sat down at our usual table by the window, I remembered what happened before Harry saved me. He walked out on me because of Gabrielle. Once I remembered this, I could see the hurt he hid in his eyes. I could see the pain he was trying to cover up with a smile, but his fake smiles never fooled me. Something is still wrong.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?" I sat there for a minute, pretty much beating myself up inside my head for event thinking about bringing it up. If Harry wanted to talk to me about it, he would talk to me. He looked up from his menu, raising his eye brows in confusion. Well, no turning back now.

"Why did you walk out on me earlier? Is everything you okay?" His eyes softened as he returned his attention to the menu, letting out a slight sigh. Dear God, why did I have to ask that question? "I'm sorry, you really don't have to answer that. I was just wondering because you just seem so upset and distant and I'm just worried. I'm sorry for bringing it up. Just ignore-" He held up his hand, interrupting my apology. 

"No, don't worry about it. You have the right to be concerned." His eyes have yet to leave the menu. Oh gosh, is he mad at me? 

We sat there for a little bit in silence as Harry continued to scan through the menu. "Is it something you want to talk about?" Harry let out a deep sigh, finally putting down his menu and looking up at me. His usually bright green sparkly eyes were dull and disconnected. He may be looking  right at me, but I could tell his mind was somewhere else.

"It's Gabrielle." I assumed so.

"What about her?" 

"Do you remember what we talked about last time we were here?" I thought back to the last time we were here together, the memory was crystal clear. I always savored every moment I had with Harry, remembering every detail from his expressions to the conversations. Last time we were here, he told me about Gabrielle. He told me about how she cheated on him, but he still didn't want to let her go. He loved her, he was afraid of change. But wait, what does that have anything to do with Gabrielle and why Harry is so upset? Did she cheat on him again? It's like a light bulb went off in my head. 

"She cheated on you again, didn't she?" His mouth quivered, his watery eyes avoiding eye contact. He let out a long, shakey breath before slowly nodding his head. Oh my god. How could she do this to Harry? Not only that, how could she do that AGAIN?! I mea, just look at him. He's so hurt, like his heart has been ripped out and torn to little shreds that you could never piece back together again. I couldn't help but let a small tear drip out of the corner of my eye. I can't stand seeing him this hurt.

I rushed out of my booth, joining Harry on his side. This is the boy that just saved my life. Now it's my turn to be the hero.

I wrapped my arms around him, letting his head fall onto my chest. "Let's get out of here and go somewhere else more private." I whispered in his ear. He needs to be comforted and right in the middle of a cafe isn't the ideal spot to let someone pour their heart out to you. He nodded his head and left some money on the table for our drinks, since we haven't ordered our food yet. 

We walked side by side, neither of us saying a word. We were walking so close that his arm was constantly pressed against mine as he scanned the crowd, looking for any potential danger. Harry may be upset, but he isn't letting his guard down.

We arrived at the only place where we could be left alone. The beach. I could taste the salt water in the air, the smell of the ocean lingering in my nose. It may have been dark, but I could still make out the waves crashing on the shore. When we stepped on the sand, it was nice and cool beneath our feet. We sat down, our arms still touching and our legs close enough to where I could feel his body heat radiating off of his skin and onto mine. His leg hair tickled my silky smooth skin, but I liked it.