"Let's go on the ferris wheel." I gripped Harry's hand.
I attempted to move forwards but he stood rigid, remaining frozen to the spot. His gaze tilted up to the top of the ride. Small children were happily calling down to their parents who watched on from below.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Are you sure you don't want to go on anything else?" He peered round.
He shifted on his feet, hard gaze on me. A look flashed through his eyes that I hadn't witnessed before. I smiled at him as he warily stared back.
"Are you scared of heights, Harry?" I pried.
His jaw tightened.
"No, I'm not scared." He protested. "I'm just not comfortable with being that far off the ground." He grumbled, gesturing to the tall wheel.
I couldn't help but giggle. But I soon became quiet as I looked to beautiful guy stood in front of me.
"Bo." Harry sternly warned.
"It's fine, I'll go on my own."
I started to walk away, queuing up for the line before I heard Harry let out an exasperated huff. I peeked up to him, jaw still set tight.
"No." He hastily replied. I watched him heavily sigh, closing his eyes. "You're not going on your own."
Sometimes his over-protective nature came in handy. He intently observed me as I gripped his shoulder, standing on my tiptoes.
"Don't worry. I'll hold your hand if you like."
"Ugh, stop patronising me." He complained as I laughed.
"Worst ride ever." Harry grumbled.
"You might have enjoyed it if you hadn't spent the whole time with your eyes closed. The view was amazing." I smiled.
I refused to listen to his complaining, something taking my eye behind where Harry stood.
"Come on." I gripped his hand.
We came to an abrupt stop in front of an amusement stool.
"That turtle is mine." I narrowed my gaze on the stuffed toy.
Harry was laughing as he handed a couple of quid over to the attendant.
"Love to see this." He teased.
I'd prove him wrong. The man behind the stand explained I needed to knock over the three cans stacked up at the back. I was given three green balls. My first two shots came frustratingly close, just skimming the cans. Harry watched on with a smirk before I knocked over two of the annoying obstacles for my prize.
"Oh come on!"
"I've got the accuracy, just need the power." I mumbled.
"Let me have a go." Harry spoke, bumping my hip to nudge me out the way.
I watched on to witness Harry knock over the three cans with one ball spare. He turned to me, a smug grin on his face.
"I loosened them up for you." I spoke.
"Yeah, yeah." He handed me the turtle he had won.
"Thank you!" I gushed, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.
We were about to walk away when a mum and her small daughter went up to Harry. The little girl clung onto her mother's hand, hiding slightly behind her legs as she stared up at Harry with her mouth agape.
"I'm sorry to trouble you but my daughter would really like the teddy bear up there." She pointed to the bear which was adorning a red bowtie. "But I'm useless at these games." She whispered light heartedly. "Would you mind having a go for her, please?"
"Course." Harry smiled.
The woman handed her money over to the attendant before giving Harry the three balls again. I stood with them and we watched as Harry displayed his skill, the three of us clapping when the cans fell down. He turned grinning, bending down to the girls' tiny height.
"There you go darlin'." Harry smiled handing her the bear.
"What do you say?" The mother encouraged.
"Thank you." She spoke in a small voice.
As Harry got to his feet the mother gripped his forearm.
"Thank you so much." She spoke in a hushed tone.
He gave her a nod, displaying his dimples. Harry gripped my hand, tugging me away from them. I looked back to see the little girl, her new bear held tightly to her chest.
"That was really sweet of you." I gushed.
He mumbled in response, keeping his head down. But I could see that his cheeks were lightly tinged in pink.
I heard Harry curse as he pulled out the ringing phone from his back pocket. Big green eyes glanced to the screen, obviously recognising the person's name flashing up as a slight smile spread on his plump lips. I was unable to get a decent look. My mouth moved before my brain could catch up.
"Who is it?"
Harry's head came up, wide green eyes locking with mine. He clearly wasn't prepared for my question.
"Umm.." he struggled.
"You don't have to tell me, I'm just curious." I paused, Harry still staring, the phone ringing between us. "I-It's just you always look so happy when they call, I just wondered.." I trailed off quietly.
"It's an old friend." He nodded almost as if he was trying to convince himself.
"Oh, ok." I bit my lip.
He answered the call, quickly telling the mystery person to hang on before looking to me.
"I need you to stay here." He instructed. "I mean it Bo, don't move."
His stern gaze pinned me to the spot.
"Fine." I replied, dramatically waving him off.
"I'll be back in a minute. Don't wander off."
His possessive need to keep me safe often caused him to treat me like a child. I knew he was only being careful but his constant protectiveness had started to get on my nerves lately. I watched him walk away through the many people attending the fair. I held my turtle under my arm as he glanced back. Did he not trust me? I animatedly pointed to the spot I was stood in, mouthing "here". The phone was now pressed to the side of his head, his finger in his other ear as he tried to block out the surrounding amusement noises. I knew he was annoyed when his eyebrows descended, frowning at me. "Don't mock me." He angrily mouthed back.
I waited for Harry, swinging my legs on the large unused stand I had climbed up on. My fingers pulled off wisps of pink candy florr from the bag Harry had bought me, bringing it up to my mouth and letting the sugar melt on my tongue. I smiled as small children walked past with balloons gripped tightly I their tiny hands. I was quite content with my people watching until a voice broke me out of my thoughts.
"Are you on your own?"
I turned to see a group of younger boys. They looked to be about fifteen or sixteen, some with hoods up as they stared at me. I felt uncomfortable under their gaze. They were the sort of group you would cross over the road to avoid walking on the same path as them.
I turned my head, hoping they would get the hint and move on. But my heart sunk as they continued to ask me questions.
"Are you sure?" One of the taller ones spoke up.
There were lots of people milling around still, my eyes scanned for Harry. I diverted my focus back to the boys, their smiles far from friendly as they waited for my answer.
"I'm waiting for my boyfriend."
I watched as one nudged a boy who seemed to be the leader. Their penetrating gaze made my skin crawl.
"We can wait with you."
"No, that's alright thanks, he won't be long."
I shuffled away, taking my turtle with me as he climbed up to sit beside me. He was bigger than me despite my older age. The rest of the group were intently observing us, almost goading the boy on.
"I wouldn't try anything." I warned him.
Harry would kick the shit out of him. When I felt a hand on my thigh I swung my soft toy round, hitting him on the back of the head. I scrambled to my feet, spinning round on the higher platform. Relief coursed through me as I spotted Harry angrily making his way towards us.
He stood below me looking up, turning so I could climb onto his back. My arms wrapped round Harry's neck as I clambered down, his hand catching hold of one of my thighs as I brought my legs tightly round his waist. The boy got to his feet, his body towering over us as he positioned himself where I previously stood.
"Don't touch her, you little prick." Harry spat.
He caught hold of the boy's ankle, yanking it out from under him. His friends could only watch on as he fell with a thump to his back onto the hard wood of the platform. We heard him cry out, rolling to his side, the wind knocked out of him.
Harry swiftly turned, my face pressed into the crook of his neck as he began to walk away.
"Frigid bitch!" One of the lads called out.
My arms tightened round his neck, lips desperately going to his ear as he faced the group.
"Please, please Harry don't." I pleaded.
A few of the shorter boys cowered back with Harry's intense gaze, he was furious. It was when he felt my frightened tears splash the skin of his neck that he seemed to snap out of his rage. His muscles were still tense but relief flooded through me as we moved away. The hand holding my turtle soothingly rubbed over his chest, trying to calm him down. I felt his grip tighten on my thighs, showing he appreciated my attempt.
"Thank you." I whispered. "Thank you for walking away...I don't really fancy visiting my boyfriend behind bars."
Harry weaved us through the crowd for a few minutes.
"You'd visit me in prison?" He asked, seeming a little calmer.
"No, Harry. I think my point is that I wouldn't."
I heard him huff.
"You might have had to if you hadn't stopped me."
I squeezed my eyes closed at the thought.
"We're good now though, right?" I asked, testing his level of heated temper.
"We're good." Harry spoke whilst kissing my right arm.
My mind floated away with the thought of what he could have potentially done. A shiver tingled though my body. But it sparked another eerie thought. Had Harry ever been locked up before? It surprised me when he spoke, voice rumbling through his back to my chest, as he read my mind.
"No Bo, I've never been in prison." He chuckled.
My head rested on his shoulder, watching people wait in lines for rides.
"But I have been arrested and taken into custody a couple of times." Harry added.
My eyes widened at his revelation, arms tightening their hold round his neck. He seemed so nonchalant about the subject.
"Relax Bo, it wasn't recently."
I assumed he thought that fact would have comforted me, to know he hadn't done anything whilst in our relationship. But it had the opposite effect. I felt uneasy. What on Earth had Harry done to get himself arrested? I didn't want to ask, but I had a pretty good idea, his temper often getting the better of him.
"Why is it, whenever I leave you on your own you attract all of the douchebags?"
Even though his breathing was still heavy, I sensed the amusement in his tone, trying to distract me from our previous conversation.
"Guess it's one of the many special qualities I possess."
"It's special alright." He teased.
My lips placed a small kiss to his neck, smiling as he hummed under my touch.
"It seems I spend most of my time rescuing you from idiots" His fingertips pressed into my thighs as he laughed. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Well, maybe you should give me a chance to save you for once."
We walked a little further. People were gathering to watch the fireworks.
"Did you hit him with your turtle?" Harry curiously asked, humour in his question.
I knew he had recovered from his angry episode as he proceeded to take the piss out of me. I still clung to his back; Harry unable to see the slight blush on my cheeks. His dark curls tickled at my skin as I buried my face into his neck.
"It was the only thing I had to defend myself with." I retaliated.
I leaned away from Harry slightly, pushing the toy between my chest and his back. My now free hand opened up the bag of candy floss I still gripped. My arms loosely hung over his shoulders to his front as I pried a small piece off.
"You've eaten over half the bag already?" Harry stated, clearly surprised.
I mumbled a "shoot" under my breath, leaning my head on his shoulder. I offered the pink floss up to his mouth, hoping to distract him from the nearing of my inevitable sugar rush. He took the sugary sweet past his lips, cheekily sucking on my fingers. I continued to feed him while we talked and I snuck more of the pink fluff for myself.