"Sweet Pea." Hassan called out as he walked towards her. Harley giggled before standing up to hug him. She finally realized that he wasn't going to stop calling her by her childhood nickname.

"You look nice." She said while admiring his outfit for the day. He had on a yellow T-shirt with the words 'Fun Without Guns' written in red, True Religion jeans with a red horseshoe on both back pockets, with red sneakers.

"Thanks, so do you. And just so you know, there's a lot of press here and my parents keep asking about you."

"Oh my gosh." She huffed. "Now I'm even more nervous."

"Don't be. I got you." He assured her before planting a kiss on her lips. He intertwined his fingers with hers as they crossed the busy street. He continued to look over at her since he knew that she was still nervous.

Once they entered the park, a few eyes were on them. Mostly from people who wanted to take pictures with Hassan.

"Go ahead. I'll be by the cotton candy machine." She told him as a few fans took pictures with him. It was something she had to get used to when they were out in public. Harley saw a sign for funnel cakes before standing in line. She loved funnel cakes. It would always remind her of the time when her mother took her and Harlem to Six Flags for her birthday. That was the first time she had one.

"Can I have a regular funnel cake?" She asked politely once she approached the counter. She wanted to try different flavors but decided against it.

"Five dollars." The woman spoke. Harley quickly pulled out her wallet and reached for the small bill.

"I got it." She heard Hassan's deep voice behind her. Before she could refuse, the cashier already took the five dollar bill from him.

"You didn't have to do that." Harley said before the cashier sat the hot funnel cake in front of her. Harley thanked her before Hassan pulled a piece off for him.

"It's no problem. Whenever you're with me, you don't have to pull out your wallet."

"I don't mind. I like paying for my own things." She shrugged.

"Okay. But it's what a real man does for his woman." He smiled before he leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. Making her smile.

"For his woman?" She held a shocked expression on her face before nodding her head. "Mmm. Okay. How was the video shoot?"

"Boring. We didn't leave until ten o' clock at night. Then, P wanted to go to the strip club-"

"So your day just consisted of women shaking their asses in your face?"

"No. I didn't go to the strip club. I went home and went to bed. I told you I know-"

"I'm not trying to sound jealous. I was just making conversation. Plus, I might be in the video anyway." She shrugged.

"How?" He asked while raising an eyebrow at her.

"Because I sent a video of me shaking my ass to P on Instagram."

"Stop playin' with me Harley."

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