American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 67 - We'll be a fine line

The album is out tomorrow. Unfortunately Harry has to do some radio interviews and he invited me to come, but I turned it down. I don't want to distract him so we agreed we'll listen to the album together when he gets back.

But right now, we're decorating for Christmas. We decided to stay in London since it's closer to our families and we can just drive over there.

"Be careful!" Harry yells from the ground while I stand on a ladder, hanging Christmas lights outside the house.

I have to hang them because Harry is afraid of heights, so he's been hovering around me making sure I don't fall and checking up on me every ten seconds. It's cute, but very annoying

"Alright, grandpa!" I roll my eyes.

"Hey!" He shouts in offense and I snicker.

I only got a few more inches and I'm done. It's kind of far away so I lean over slightly, my body going diagonal while I hear Harry gasp.

"Emma! That's not safe!" He yells, his voice very concerned.

"Calm down, Harold! I'm fine! Just give me a second!" I yell back, leaning over more.

I can almost reach, I just need to lean over a bit more-

"Ah!" I shout, the ladder falling out from under me as I grip onto the Christmas lights.

"Emma!" Harry shouts and I look down to see him staring up at me worried, slightly hyperventilating.

"Calm down, Harry. Just get me the ladder, okay?" I say in a comforting tone.

Ironic I'm the one comforting him while I'm hanging off a roof.

"Okay. Okay." He nods frantically, running over and grabbing the ladder.

He lifts it up and it hits a tree next to the house. He grunts and tries to pull it out, but it's stuck in there.

"Harry, it's fine just-"

"No! I'm gonna get it, don't worry! I'll save you!" He shouts, his voice determined as I sigh, keeping my grip on the Christmas lights.

Finally with a harsh tug he pull it out making it swing forward over to me.

I yelp and quickly pull my legs up before it can hit me. Sighing when it just grazes my butt.

"Watch where you're swinging that thing!" I shout.

"Sorry." He gives a guilty smile.

He sets it down, trying to open it but it seems to be stuck together. He curses under his breath looking around for something else to use.

"Harry! Just call the fire department!" I tell him, but he shakes his head.

"No, I'll save you! Just-" He stops, looking around and contemplating how to save me.

"I'll catch you!" He finally shouts and my eyes widen.

"I'm good. I'll just- I'll just hang here." I nod, rolling my lips into my mouth.

"I promise you can trust me." He says, giving me those puppy dog eyes.

"American girl.."

Ah, fuck. We're doing this.

I take a big breath and clamp my eyes shut before reluctantly letting go, screaming as I fall through the air.