Lolita

Chapter 13

 Harry's POV

“So what ride do you want to go on first?” Lolita asked, the one question I’d been dreading since I realized how much I hate rides. I’m now starting to regret even bringing up the idea of Disney to her. Why did I do this to myself?

“Um, wanna get some food first? I’m kinda hungry.” I asked, pathetically. Maybe if I distract her with cotton candy and French fries we’ll eat and then leave before going on any rides.

“Food?” She furrowed her brows, “that doesn’t make any sense. Why would we go and get food before rides?” She looked up at me with those big bambi eyes and I sighed heavily, knowing there was no way around the truth.

“I’m just…” I began, licking my lips and attempting to not make myself out as a scared little boy.

“Nervous?” She tried hiding her smile by biting her lip, but that only made it more obvious.

“Don’t laugh at me.” I muttered, adverting my eyes to some kid crying because his ice cream fell on the floor. His mother looked at him and then rolled her eyes, grabbing his hand and dragging him away while he still held the empty cone in his tiny hand.

“I’m not! I find it cute that you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared!” I said, getting defensive. “I just don’t fancy rides, that’s all.”

“Why the hell would you take me to Disney then?”

“I wanted to make you happy.” I murmur truthfully, squeezing her hand lightly. Why else would I be here if it wasn’t to see her smiling face?

“Babe,” She stopped us from walking, right next to some small Dumbo ride. “We can go if you want, honest. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

I smiled at how concerned she was about me. “No, I already paid for the tickets.” I snorted, and she let out a loud laugh.

“Alright then, I’ll let you pick the first ride.”

Four hours. It’s been four hours. I honestly thought my head would fall off. I only threw up once. I was constantly sweating, feeling nauseous and deadly, meanwhile Lolita pranced around like she was in wonderland. And I started to realize she was. Despite myself feeling sickly, it was terribly hard not to ignore her rosy cheeks, hazel eyes filled with delight and happiness by the simplest things. We had gone on the Tower of Terror twice, Space Mountain three times, and Splash Mountain, which I actually enjoyed because it involved water and I was sweating like a madman.

Now, after four hours, I couldn’t comprehend how fathers and mothers lasted all day with their kids here. I lost my patience after waiting five minutes in line for the bathroom.

“That was defiantly the most fun I had in months,” Lo exclaimed as we finally exited the park. It was nearing dinnertime, but I had refused to eat at the park because I had felt sick. Lola ate tons of cotton candy, which I still don’t understand how she’s not sick from it yet.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I told her.

“I’m sorry you threw up.” She murmured, looking up at me and squeezing my hand. I laughed at her.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Still, I feel bad.”

“Don’t, really. It’s alright baby.”

She smiled, and I was happy all over again.

By the time we returned back to the hotel, it was almost seven at night. Lola ordered room service while I took a well needed shower. The water felt incredible against my hot skin. I stood under it for as long as possible, until Lolita had knocked on the bathroom door and told me the food had arrived. I was curious as to what she ordered us, so I shut off the water and wrapped a towel around my lower waist.