Skylar’s POV
“Harry, where are we going?” I asked for the hundredth time. We were walking the opposite direction of the hotel and curiosity took over me.
Harry’s hand was tightly on mine as we walked down sidewalk. There were three paparazzi behind us but as time went on, we both learned to ignore them while we were spending time together, especially when our time with each other was limited.
“I’m not sure yet,” He said.
“So we’re going nowhere specific?”
He shook his head and laughed. “No, no. I saw this place that I’m sure you’d love. I’m just not sure where it is. Trust me, when I find it, we’ll have a blast.”
“Don’t you mean, if, you find it. You don’t even know where it is!” I giggled as Harry’s eyes rolled.
“I will find it, Love, and when I do, you shall never question me again.”
I laughed some more at his statement. “We’ll see about that.”
His hand let go of mine and instead placed his arm around my waist. He pulled my body closer against his as we walked in a slightly faster pace.
We continued walking down the walk way and I began to think that we were lost. With every step, we took, Harry looked hesitant. We could be walking the complete wrong way and neither of us would know how to get back our hotel.
“Okay, Haz, we’ve been walking for a good half an hour. Can’t we just go get some pizza or something?”
He shook his head.
“It’s here somewhere! I know it. This place will be much better than pizza, I swear.”
“It better be.” I mumbled. “I’m starving.”
I thought that we were actually getting to our destination because we walked onto a road where there were many restaurants and small bakeries. The aroma was mouth watering and it only made my stomach grumble. I almost detached myself from Harry and ordered something from the Middle Eastern Cuisine. That was by far the most delicious smelling food- and it didn’t look too bad either.
At the window display there were 2 racks of chicken shawerma and 2 racks if beef shawerma. There was a long line up and that made me realize how good the food might be.
I remember a few years ago there was this new student in my school, her name was Zeina and she was half Palestinian and half Egyptian. Because she was Arab, she often brought foods her parents would make to school for lunch. One day she convinced me and few others to come over for dinner. We did and it was probably the best decision of my life. We had things like tabbouleh, hummus, falafel, and of course, shawerma. It was the best thing I’ve ever consumed.
The smell of the food brought back some good memories from the past. I haven’t had Middle Eastern food in such a long time.
I asked Harry if we could take a quick break from walking and stop and grab a shawerma sandwich, but he denied my offer.
“You’ll get full, and I want you to try this place!”
I grunted. “But Harry, we’ve been walking for so long and I’m starving and my feet hurt.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and stood still on the ground, refusing to allow Harry to move me from my stop.
“I think we’re close.” His voice was uncertain.
“You said that like, an hour ago!” I said loudly. “This food smells amazing and my stomach wants it!”
“How about we make a deal?” He offered. “I really think we’re close, this area seems a little more familiar, I think it’s nearby. So, let’s walk for another 15 minutes and if we see nothing than we can walk back here and I’ll buy you everything they offer on their menu.”
I laughed at his words.
“Under one condition,” I said. “You have to carry me.”
“Deal.”
He turned around and crouched down. I crawled on his back and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me secure to his waist.
As Harry began walking I could hear the camera’s going off behind us. I buried my head in Harry’s neck as my eyelashes lightly brushed against his skin.
I hear Harry mumbled something beneath his breath as he continued moving us. I think it had something to do with the paps.
His hands tightened around me as they started asking questions like:
“Harry, where are you taking Ms. Cowell?”
“What are your plans for the evening, since it’s her last days here?”
“Smile for us, come on!”
We managed to keep our mouths shut and I was glad that I got Harry to carry me. My feet were relaxing and being lifted by him helped me hide my face from the flashing lights behind us.
I could feel Harry tense. I had been blocking out the things that the paparazzi behind us were asking, but I guess Harry wasn’t doing the same.
Something they asked must’ve bugged him and it caused him to hold onto me tighter and begin walking faster.
I placed a kiss on his neck. “I can walk now.”
He shook his head. “I like having you wrapped around me.”
I rolled my eyes at him as he continued to walk. His body was still tense and I knew that whatever the paps asked was still bugging him.
“What’d they say?” I asked quietly.
He slowed down slightly but shook his head. “Nothing important.”
I glanced back momentarily and I took not on how the paparazzi crowd was shrinking by the second. Although there weren’t many following us at the beginning, they were getting tired and the lack of responses they received got them to give up.
“Tell me.” I insisted.
He shook his head. “I think I see the store.”
I could see a smile form on his lips. His dimple was in full view and I couldn’t help but smile back. “It’s at the end of the street. See, I told you babe, never doubt me.”
“I want to walk now.” I said. “Although, you are very comfy.”
He chuckled before coming to a stop. He allowed me to hop off his back and his hands instantly held mine. His grip was tight and his walking was fast. He was pretty much pulling me as we walked closer and closer to the surprise store.
Something in me just knew that he wasn’t walking fast because he was eager to show me this place that I will “love”. It must’ve been from earlier.
“Are you going to tell me what they said?”
He shook his head.
“I told you already, it’s nothing important. They’re just annoying and I don’t like that they’re interfering with our time together especially when you’re leaving very soon.”
“Well if it’s nothing important than why is it bothering you so much?”
He sighed. “Can you just let it go, please?”
I shook my head. “Seriously, I don’t want you hiding this from me. I want to know what’s bothering you and I don’t like that you won’t open up about it.”
I made him slow down from walking by pulling him back as he tried to pull me forwards. He looked over at me and grunted.
“Plea-“
“I won’t go to that store with you unless you tell me.”
“Seriously, Sky?”
I nodded. I knew he wasn’t happy with my stubbornness, but I wasn’t happy with his either. I don’t know why he wouldn’t tell me about this.
“Fine,” he sighed. “They just asked a question that was rather personal, especially between us.”
I lifted my eyebrows and commanded him to continue.
“They asked if I was only keeping you to shag.” He mumbled.
For some reason, I smiled. “Oh, really?”
He nodded and continued to walk.
“That’s it?”
“No,” he muttered. “They also asked if they could test you out themselves.”
“Oh,”
“They’ll never have the chance.” He said to himself. His voice was low and quiet, it wasn’t necessarily meant for anyone else to hear, but I heard it.
I pulled his hand toward my mouth and placed a kiss on his knuckles. I knew this was a sensitive topic for him because he’s the only one who has ever done anything other than kiss me. He’s the only one who has seen me in a vulnerable state and he doesn’t want anyone but himself to experience anything with me.
“We’re here.” He then smiled at me. His mood instantly changed and I loved seeing that smile on his face.
He was walking towards the door but I pulled him back before his hands could reach the door knob. He looked at me confusedly.
I leant up on my tippy toes and placed a kiss on his lips. “You know, I’d never give anyone the chance to take me from you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He smiled down at me and his smile only grew. His lips came in contact with my cheek for a lingering kiss.
“Good... Now, let’s eat?”
~
This place has to be the most creative place ever. It didn’t take me long to realize that it was a bakery, but what amazed me was that they didn’t sell pastries, breads or regular treats. It was a “pizza” bakery, but their pizzas aren’t like the ones you’d find at an Italian restaurant or at any restaurant, really.
The pizzas they have here are flavoured like Nutella or peanut butter and jelly.
“How did you know I’d love this place?” I asked, giggling slightly.
He smirked. “I just know these things.”
There was a small line up ahead of us, only 3 people. They were all awaiting their sweet pizza as my eyes raked the menu.
· Peanut butter and Jelly
· Nutella and M&M’s
· Chocolate Peanut butter blast
· Nutella with fresh strawberries and gummy bears.
The above options were my bottom four options. The menu contained many more things but I couldn’t help but just want to try these specific flavours.
They’re not only my favourite mixes, but also Harry’s. I know he’s a peanut butter fan as well as Nutella, so no matter what we get I know we’ll be satisfied.
It didn’t take long until it was our turn to place an order. I looked over at Harry letting him take the lead.
“I guess we’ll take one peanut butter and Jelly pie, along with the Nutella with fresh strawberries and gummy bears.”
The old man at the counter placed the order on the cash. “Could I get you two anything else?”
Harry looked over at me. “Want anything, babe?”
I shook my head. “That’s it.”
“That’ll be $11.78, please.”
Harry pulled out his wallet and gave the man a twenty dollar bill and told him to keep the change.
We were told that it would take about 7 minutes for our food to be ready because he was going to use some of the most recent made dough- he said that we deserved the best (most likely because of his almost nine dollar tip).
We sat down at a two sealer table. I placed myself in front of the curly haired boy as I smiled at him brightly.
“This place is awesome.”
“I know.” He replied. “Worth the walk?”
“That only depend on how the food tastes.”
He chuckled. “Hm, fresh dough and Nutella... how can you go wrong with that?”
“True,” I agreed.
We sat in silence for a bit, both of us were playing on our phones trying to waste time as we impatiently a waited for our food.
It’s not that the food was taking a long time, we were just eager to try it out.
“Do you smell that?” I piped. “It smells amazing. Oh lord, I think our food is coming.”
I smiled and did a small happy dance as I looked back to see that I was correct. The man who was making our food was walking towards our table with two large plates in his hands.
“Here you go,” the man placed it on the table and I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t already drooling.
Once the man was gone, Harry and I just looked at the plates.
“Dig in,” he announced. He was first to grab a slice of the Peanut butter and Jelly pie and I grabbed a slice of the Nutella pie.
“This... is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”
“I agree.” Harry mumbled as he took another large bite of his slice.
Within half an hour Harry and I finished the entire Peanut Butter and Jelly pizza pie and had 2 left over Nutella pies. They were both good but the peanut butter and jelly one was amazing.
“I don’t think I can eat anymore.” I said as I rubbed my stomach. I was currently slouched on the chair. “And there is no way I can walk back to the hotel, either.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
Harry pulled out his phone, clicked a few things and placed the phone by his ear.
“Hi mate...yah we’re fine... no we didn’t do that... shut up... I took her out to eat...Niall, shut up and come pick us up... okay I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell... I have food for you...it’s a surprise... just get your arse here; I’ll text you the address... alright, by... Yah, yah, love you too.”
Once Harry hung up the phone he texted Niall, as promised, and placed his phone back on the table.
“Niall will be here in a few minutes.”
“Thank God.” I smiled. “Should we order him something to eat other than our leftovers? I’m sure he’d love it.”
He shook his head. “No, he was being snoopy on the phone. He can keep the leftovers.”
“Fine,” I rolled my eyes.
I got up quickly and asked the man behind the counter for a to-go box to place Niall’s food in. He passed me a small Styrofoam container to place Niall’s food in.
“I’m so full, I’m ready to sleep.” I mumbled as I threw in the pieces of Nutella pie into the box.
Harry shook his head. “No way, I have a few more plans for this evening.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at me flirtasously as he sent me a wink.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “And what do you have in mind?”
He shrugged. “I’m not sure, I was hoping we could continue our fun day and ending it on a perfect note.”
I laughed as Harry’s phone beeped. It must’ve been Niall because Harry stood up and reached for my hand, assisting me in getting up. I grabbed the Styrofoam box with my free hand.
As we walked towards the door, Harry stopped right behind me. His hands slipped around my waist while my back rested against his chest.
His mouth nibbled on my ear as he said “I plan on you remembering tonight.” His voice was low and husky and I couldn’t help but gulp.
He chuckled. “What’s wrong, Love? Cat got your tongue?”
Harry let go of me and grabbed my hand to pull me out the door.
Man, I’m not sure if I’m excited or curious on how things might go off tonight.
*Not edited, and sorry for this shit chapter, is was really badly written!*
DAMN HARRY JUST WANTS EVERY INCH OF SKYLAR DOESNT HE ;) :p
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