Don't Let Me Go (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6

After having a delicious lunch during which Harry was miraculously not recognized, we continued with our New York tour. The next stop was Brooklyn Bridge, one of my personal favorites. 

"Have you ever been to the Brooklyn Bridge before?" I inquired.

"Does seeing it in movies count?" He counter backed.

"No it doesn't."

"Then yes, I've been to the Brooklyn Bridge." He laughed.

"I see your jokes haven't improved."

"What do you mean? My jokes are the best." Harry acted offended, but let's face it, he's not the greatest actor. I know he stared on Dunkirk and did a pretty good job, but I'll never forget his terrible acting skills in the iCarly episode to be honest.

"Sure, whatever you say big guy." 

"Are you using 1D quotes on me?" Shit, he had noticed.

"No." I tried to wiggle my way out of the situation.

"Yes you were."

"Fine, I was." I admitted defeat.

"So you're a directioner?" He smirked.

"I did like your music back in the day."

"Oh so you don't like us now?" He acted offended again. "You keep hurting me."

"Oh shut up. You're not even together right now."

"But we are getting back together. Did you not see the news?"

"I did see that obviously, I don't like under a rock."

"So then you should be a fan again."

"Harry Styles begging for fans? Wow, that's something I thought I'd never witness."

"I'm not begging you to be my fan. But it would be nice if you were."

"Fine, I'm a fan again. Are you happy?"

"Yes, thank you." He smiled at me.

"You're welcome. Now come on, let's go to the bridge." I took his hand and dragged him as I walked faster.

"Can you slow down?"

"I'm sorry, I thought you'd walk faster with you being that tall."

"I do walk fast, but you're practically jogging."

"No I'm not, it's called brisk walking."

"It isn't. It's jogging."

"Fine I'll go slower."

"Thank you." He spoke before I reduced my speed drastically. I was moving at turtle speed now. I don't know why but I loved messing with Harry, he was just so easy to mess with.

"Are you being serious?" He asked me once he saw I was staying behind.

"What?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Now you're going to walk that slowly?"

"Oh I'm sorry Mr. I talk really fast. I didn't know that this was slow for you, based on how you talk."

"Can you quit making fun of me?" He whined.

"I'm not making fun of you, I'm having fun WITH you."

"I'm not having fun."

"I am."

"Well I'm not." He stopped smiling.

"Okay, I'll stop. Sorry."