"Here let's get some coffee," Harry grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the starbucks in Times Square. The air outside was freezing and it was snowing just a bit. Little white snowflakes layed in his nest of curls. I looked at his beauty as he searched the list on what he was going to get. His square jaw clenching with tension. My body involuntarily scooted closer to his and wrapped my cold arms around him. His sage eyes then looked down at me as I nuzzled my head into his shoulder.
"I love it here," I mumbled and his arm ran up the back of my coat and he kissed the top of my head.
"Wait until tonight. You'll really love it," he spoke as the line dwindled down. I looked up at him with curiosity pouring out of my eyes and he just smirked down at me.
"You're all about surprises, aren't you Mr. Styles?" I laughed as it was our turn to order. I pulled out my wallet as Harry ordered his drink and then he looked at me confused.
"Put that away. Callie, I'm your boyfriend. I pay for everything," he rolled his eyes angrily and ordered a drink for me. A different drink than I was going to get, but whatever. We waited at the side for a bit longer when they called our names to pick up the hot yumminess.
We made our way out of the starbucks and I grabbed Harry's hand in mine on purpose to see if he would reject it or not. He looked at me for a split second as we walked in the masses of people and then turned his head to look in some shops pretending he didn't mind where my hand was.
"Why don't you like holding my hand?" I asked abruptly staring into the side of his sour face.
"I don't hate it," he shrugged as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Yeah you do," I squeezed his fingers in between mine.
"Let's not talk about it," he frowned and his brows pulled in together.
"No, let's talk about it."
"Callie," Harry looked at me and warned me with his eyes.
"Harry, I thought we were letting each other in...If this bothers you, I won't do it. But you need to tell me!" I spoke sternly removing my hand from his.
"It bothers me, ok?" he spoke as he stopped walking at the corner of the block. He pulled me in by my waist so we could speak as privately as possible. He leaned up against the building behind him and dropped his head at his shoulders and sighed in heavy anxiety build up.
"Harry, you know nothing will ever make me not want to be with you," I pulled his head back up and looked into his sage green eyes, fisting my hand in his curls at the side of his face.
"A long time ago before James, when I was still in England, I went looking for my mom." He looked into the crowd of people and told me another story about my favorite lost boy. "I found her...She was selling herself on the streets in London..." he dropped his head and then looked back up at me. "She was a prostitute, Calz. My father was a client. But that's not the point...the day I found her she knew exactly who I was and she took me to her shitty apartment that she lived in with four other hookers. They took me to rooms and...I watched them...I watched them do their jobs. For a few days I lived with them and they would grab me by the hand and usher me around with them. Some men would pay extra for me to be in the room and some even paid for me."
"Harry," I scooted closer to him and grabbed hold of his elbow like he would me.
"Nothing ever happened though, when I figured out what was going on I stole my mom's stash of money and got on the train back to the orphanage." His eyes glossed over and I couldn't imagine how hard that must have been for him to talk to me about. "Anyways, hand holding just brings me back to them because no one ever showed me affection like that. And then it was ruined, so yeah." He made an awkward little nervous laugh.
"I'm sorry," I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "That was brave of you to go find your mom like that. What did she look like if you don't mind me asking...?"
"No, I don't mind. She was tall, dark-hair, skinny body. I mean, she was a pretty lady she just had issues. I think she ultimately hated her life though. I found out she killed herself a few years ago. I haven't told Daphne or anyone about it."
"You probably should sooner than later though, Harry." We began to walk down a different street with my arm hooked with his so I could keep close to him.
"I know," he frowned. "I've tried it's just hard to figure out what to say."
"I don't think there's a wrong or right way to tell someone that," I looked at his sad expression and I wanted him to be happy. It was my birthday after all and we were in NYC! "Let's go do something fun! I'm 18 years old and I'm not getting any younger!"
"How about shopping?" Harry smiled at me showing me his full set of pearly whites.
"How about food?" I laughed and fell into him giggling.
"You know you are the only girl I've ever met that loves food more than shopping," he laughed at me as we walked down Broadway. "Here. I think you'll like it in here. It's a cute little lunch spot."
Harry pulled me into this cute little sandwich shop and we had some lunch for a while as we talked about my future and what I planned on doing.
"I got a scholarship to go to The University of Florida," I smiled down at my sandwich.
"Really? That's amazing Calz!" Harry sounded excited.
"But I don't know if I want to move back down to Florida. It doesn't feel like home there anymore," I shrugged.
"Yeah, and what feels like home?" he took a big bite of his sandwich.
"When I'm with you."
He smiled a small little grin as he chewed and then looked at me from across our little round table we were eating at. "That may be the silliest thing you've ever said."
"Does it beat the time I gave you water at a party?" I giggled.
"Not quite actually," Harry chuckled and we finished our sandwiches and headed back out into the cold snowy outdoors.
"What's next tour guide?" I smiled as I grabbed his elbow and cuddled into him, trying to make an effort at showing him a different type of affection that he could understand.
"Do you want to go back and get dressed for tonight?" Harry smirked.
"I guess," I laughed nervously.
"Let's go babe," Harry leaned in and kissed my forehead right were my scar was healing up and turning into a pink line.
We got there and Charles was the only one home. He was talking on the phone with someone quietly as Harry and I both walked into the living room.
"I'll see you later. Mhhm. Bye," Charles hung up as Harry and I walked to our room across the hall. I hadn't even seen it yet. The only parts of the place I've seen were the living room, kitchen and front hall. But our bedroom we were sharing was amazing. Everything was so modern and expensive looking. I didn't even want to sit on the bed in worry of breaking something and having to pay a million dollars to fix it.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Harry laughed as he opened his suitcase and pulled out some clothes.
"No," I rolled my eyes playfully and grabbed my suitcase and sat on the floor opening it. "Everything is so nice here. How does James afford all the stuff?!"
"He owns many, many realty. He's a business man. He's made tons of money off old buildings and new ones. He's just made a name for himself with the wits he has. Doesn't seem like it a lot, but he is pretty damn smart."
"Sign me up for his job," I laughed as I pulled out a blue dress I've worn before with Harry to one of his special nights at the lounge.
"Here, I got you a birthday present," Harry came and sat in front of me and handed me a wide white box with a pretty pink bow on it.
"Harry you shouldn't have. We're already in New York..."
"Well I did so open it," he spoke eagerly.
I pulled the ribbon off and opened the top of the box revealing a beautiful maroon dress underneath. I pulled it out and the fabric was as soft as I imagined. It was so gorgeous and so...me.
"Harry..." I sighed and leaned forward and gave him a sweet kiss. "Why are you so nice to me?"
"You should wear it tonight," he smirked that beautifully heaven made smirk. It was one of a kind for sure.
"I will. Thank you," I stood up and walked to the bathroom to get dressed and do my hair. I undressed myself and pulled the beautiful fabric over my bare skin. It fell down to my thighs right above my knee and hugged my hips right where my hip bones were. My stomach was flat and the dress was tight but loose enough to be able to breathe. The top of it curved with my small boobs and the arms ran all the way down to my wrists. The color of the dark red dress looked magnificent against my pale skin and dark hair and eyes. The dress was so simple, but it made me look like somebody. Wow. I looked amazing in this.
I grabbed my curling iron from the sink and began to curl my hair where it already waved out. Next, I put on some mascara and just a bit of winged eyeliner but not too much.
"Callie, are you almost done?" Harry knocked on the door.
"Yeah, just finished." I pulled my hair back in a barrette, so it was half up-half down. I grabbed my clothes from earlier and opened the door and walked out.
"You look amazing," Harry mumbled seductively into my ear from behind me. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck as he grabbed my hips and pulled me into his waist. "I love it when you pull my hair." And just then I realized my hands were fisted in his curls on the back of his head. I loosened my grip and gave him another peck on the lips. "Daphne wants to see you," Harry kissed along my jaw line and I had to push him away to get him to leave me alone.
"Later ok?" I smirked and waited for his response at the door.
"We'll see." He winked at me and started stripping his clothing. I rolled my eyes and went to go find Daph.
I got to a spare room and she was wearing a beautiful blue dress that hugged her boobs and big booty. Her blonde hair was up in a pony tail and she had on a massive pair of silver heels that matched her earrings and necklace.
"Aww Callie, you look beautiful," Daphne squealed and grabbed my hands and looked me over. "You need some jewelry and heels!"
She began to take the elephant necklace off that Harry gave me a few weeks ago and I pushed her hands away. "How about just some heels..."
"...alright." She eyed me and pulled a pair of black pumps out and I sat on her bed to put them on. I stood up and hobbled around her room for a bit and finally figured out how to walk in them. "Ok, now get out and go show Harry."
"I don't want to show Harry," I mumbled embarrassed. And she began to push me out of her room.
"You're going to show Harry, Callie," she pushed.
"NO! Please no!" I laughed trying to pull back against her pushing hands. "I'm embarrassed! No!" I continued laughing amused at how silly we were being.
"Embarrassed about what?" Harry leaned on the door frame and I straightened up and looked back at Daphne.
"She's embarrassed about how sexy she looks," Daphne rolled her eyes.
"You do look sexy, Callie," Harry grinned and held out his hand for me. "There's a car waiting down stairs for us. We better get going." I grabbed his palm and his fingers spread and allowed my own to intertwine with his.
I smiled up at him as we walked together hand in hand towards the private elevator. Harry was changing. I don't know what it was, but his moodiness was wearing off and he was becoming this...this loving human being. He proved to me that he cared. I trusted him and I think I might be falling in love with him. It was the one thing I thought I never would do. But I think if he broke my heart it would break me into a million pieces and it would be impossible to glue me back together. Harry was home. All I had right now was him. He kept me glued together.