Day 2. This isn't getting any easier. I wrap my robe around me and head down to the kitchen. The guys were all sitting around the table. They each had a booklet in their hands. I feel a pair of hands around my waist. I look and its Gerardo.
"Have you seen this? It's great." I look at the magazine and see Harry and I on the cover. We were holding hands, I was looking down away from the cameras, while Harry had a smirk on his face. "I look terrible." I finally say. He just stares at me.
"Jade that's not physically possible. And if you do maybe it's because you were not looking at the camera." He reprimands me. "It not my fault. How was I suppose to look at flashing cameras." I pull the cereal out of the cupboard. I begin to eat. Glaring at the magazine. Just great. Harry rests his chin on my shoulder. "Are you alright?" I take another spoonful of cereal. "'M fin." I said with cereal in my mouth.
"Jade that's very unlady like." Louis says pointing a spoon at me. "Exactly Lou." I laugh eyeing him up and down.
I turn my attention to Harry. " I think it's great. We've made it official." I lean into Harry. I honestly didn't like it. I tossed the magazine into the trash, I didn't want to risk reading it.
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"Here." Gerardo hands me the sunglasses again. I found it strange still. It was dark outside. It made sense the day before but not tonight. Especially for dinner.
I was wearing a long red dress. It dragged closely behind me. It was a strapless piece paired with dangling topaz earrings and a sparkly clutch. They were doing fine with the outfits until now. Then again it has been only one day. It clung to my body which made me a bit self conscious. I do not have the body for this dress.
I'm waiting for Harry. I heard shouts come from upstairs. I assume he didn't like what he had to wear. There are stomps coming from the stairs. Harry came down in a black tuxedo. I couldn't help but break into laughter . It's not that he looked ridiculous, it was over the fact they actually got him into that. "You think this is funny." He growls. "Of course I do." He pulls my arm to the garage. I was laughing the whole way.
I stop when my phone buzzes in my lap.
We have made a reservation for the two of you at Mélisse. Paparazzi will be noted before you arrive. Smile and appear to be deeply into one another. On another note, Ms. Hart look at the camera. They need to know who you are and that you are glad to be out with Harry. Don't screw up.
"Where to?" I show him the text. "Mélisse?" I couldn't pronounce it. He doesn't hold back at making fun at my miss pronunciation. "Alright, I know where." I smack his arm. "Hey, I'm driving. We could have crashed." I do it again. "You don't even have your seatbelt on." He reprimands me. "And I still won't put it on." He tries to reach over and buckle it in for me. After struggling for a while he gave up. "Fine. Only because we are here already." I stuck my tongue out at him. "Sure."
I hold his hand while we make our way through the crowd. I fight the urge to look towards the ground. I walk as closely to Harry as possible with a smile on my face.
I completely blocked out the bombardment of questions.
Everything was arranged nicely inside the restaurant. "Right this way Mr. Styles." We follow the man to our table. Harry is pulling at the collar of his tuxedo. He really is uncomfortable. It's amusing but I don't want to see him like that either. I have a heart.
When we sit I ask him about it. "Harry what is it about your clothes you do not like?" He tugs at his sleeves. "The jacket, it's too damn tight." I look and I hadn't noticed that it was, it still didn't look it. "Then take it off." His head snaps in my direction. A large smirk on his face. "Gladly." I roll my eyes at his comment. I look down at the menu and everything had a strange name. I couldn't pronounce a thing nor did I know what it was.
"What can I get for you?" I motion for Harry to order. He chuckles. He orders for the both of us. "It's funny seeing you actually struggle at something." I glare at him. "It's getting old seeing you always try and fine an excuse to take your clothes off." I smirk at him.
"We have such strange conversations while we are eating." He laughs. I loved when he laughed. Especially when he exposed his dimples. "Speaking of strange topics, did you hear what the guys clogged the toilet with today?" He raises an eyebrow at me. The waiter brings us our food. "Maybe we should save that for another time." I agree.
I look at my plate and it's a small brown round piece of meat in the center of the plate. There was a dip of guacamole trailed along the rim. I look between the plate and Harry. "Maybe we can stop at a McDonalds or something on our way home?" We decide to leave early the food was not to my liking, it was to fancy.
"Let's go somewhere I can actually pronounce." Harry groaned while putting his jacket. "I'll wear it." I suggest. He gives me a strange look. "It will also make you look like a gentleman, lending me your coat." He happily rests his jacket on my shoulder. He wraps an arm around me and we both put on our sunglasses. I hope I never get used to this, and I hope it stops soon.
We get back home and the guys are trying to stack multiple cans of soda on top of one-another. Louis is on Liam's back, who is standing a chair, which Niall is keeping balanced and Gerardo is handing them soda after soda. They hadn't noticed us walk into the living room. Me and Harry both have the same thing in mind. We creep behind them quietly and quickly. "Oops." We shout. Louis arm slips knocking down the tower and as each soda hits the ground they popped open. They all glare at us.
Harry and I glance at each other. We shrug. "Oops."
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I wake up and head into the shower. I'm still trying to clean my hair of soda from last night. When I get out there is a jumper and some light jeans laying on my bed. There was a note pinned to it.
You and Harry are to be seen getting coffee together. It could be anywhere of your choice, but notify us before you leave. You will be wearing a jumper of Harry's. You are to look lazy yet not sluggish. This is all we have planned for you. After the day is yours.
-Gerardo
This was Harry's. I look at it. It had white letters which read Teenage Runaway. I could see Harry having this. I change quickly and head downstairs. The sooner we are done the better.
Harry wore a grey jumper with black jeans. A bandana wrapped around his head. "It fits you like a dress." He eyes me up and down. It was true the sleeves went way past my hands.
"Where are we going?" Harry asks. I think long and hard about it. I only know of two places. But I never really got anything when I went to the Rockhouse café. "Starbucks?" He grabs his keys. "Let's go."
While we are leaving I text Simon where we are headed. I'm tempted to lie but I know better. It's then that I realize it's unusually quiet in the house. They must all still be asleep. Lucky them.
When we arrive I'm searching everywhere for my sunglasses. They we're no where in sight. "Use mine." Harry says. I shake my head. "What will you use?" He puts them on the bridge of my nose. "This is a usual thing for me, not you. I'll be fine, you could lead me inside."
I do as he said. I held his arm and lead him into the building. When we are inside he is blinking repeatedly. "Are you alright?" He nods, rubbing his eyes. "Just trying to regain my vision is all." I order for us while Harry sat at a table recovering. He wanted a plain coffee while I got a vanilla bean frappe. I didn't fancy coffee very much.
"We look ridiculous." Harry comments. "I'm actually pretty comfortable." I say playing with the sleeves. "You really like that jumper, don't you?" He says looking at me. I smile and nod. I did. It was special. "You can have it." I gape at him. "Seriously?" I ask. "Yeah, you will use it more than I will." I smile at him.
The woman calls our order. I put it under Harry's name well under Harold. Harry went over and brought me my drink. "Harold, really?" I shrug. "Why not?"
He nudges his arm into my side. He smiles brightly. I poke my finger in the indent of his dimple. He breaks out into laughter. While walking back to the car I swipe a bit of the whip from the drink onto my finger. I put then put it on the tip of Harry's nose. He does the same thing to me. "Speaking of looking ridiculous." I laugh.
When we passed the paparazzi I hadn't noticed. The only reason I knew was because my eyes were trying to readjust from all the flashing.
On the way home Harry attempts to crack jokes. I tell him crazy stories.
This morning was great. It was real, and I loved it. It wasn't planned. It was our moment and it was great.