{ Annabelle's POV }
We laid in his bed, talking about anything and everything. The only light was the night moon streaming in from his window.
Our damp hair making the pillows wet, but we didn't care. We are happy.
"I love you Harry." I whisper.
"I love you too Bell." He whispers back.
I can't hold it in, I giggle and giggle 'til it hurts.
He looks at me like when my grandpa looks at my grandma. The loving look you give someone who is very important to you.
It is silent in our room and the only sound is our heavy breathing.
My left hand never let's go of his right one.
"I want to be your favorite hello and hardest goodbye." He says, facing me as he places his other hand on my cheek.
I smile at him and kiss his lips.
"Never leave me love, please?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing.
"I don't break my promises Harry."
He kisses my forehead and tingles form there.
I curl against his chest, my ear hearing his heartbeat. He holds me against his chest and protectively wraps his arms around me. I stare up at him but his eyes already look down at me.
It was silent. But it wasn't an awkward silence.
"Goodnight Harold."
"Goodnight Annabelle."
With the rhythm of his heart and even sounds of our breathing, I fell asleep.
***
"Harry? Harrrryyyyy? Harold!"
"Huh? What?" Harry asks, coming out of his daze.
"I asked you if you could give me a tour around your hometown."
"Sure thing, I'd love to." He smiles at the end, his dimples showing.
"You know, I love a boy with dimples." I say poking them.
He laughs and holds my hand.
"Let's go take that tour Bell." He kisses each fingertip, then pulling me up from our-er I mean my bed.
It was 8:00 AM and Harry and I were cleansed, dressed, and prepped. We already ate and said hello to everyone else in the house.
Today I threw a graphic tee on with jean shorts.
Harry chose a plaid shirt and skinny jeans. He looks so cute today, but then again, doesn't he always?
I'm so bubbly right now. Laughing, giggling, and smiling more than any other day.
Eleanor and Louis are in the pool, splashing at each other. I bet they will be the first to get married.
Harry slings a really old camera from his neck. It was one of those one where you take a picture and it prints out right away. I bring my shoulder purse so I could carry the photos.
"LATER LADS! ANNABELLE AND I ARE GOING OUT! SEE YOU AT DINNER!" Harold screams loudly.
Harry covers his eyes with some sunglasses. He swings a light colored jean jacket over his plaid shirt.
I heard it's supposed to be cool later, but I don't mind cool weather.
Instead of walking to one of his nice sports cars, he pulls two old fashioned bikes out from the garage.
One is green and the other is a lavender.
Once I saw these bikes, I feel in love with them. I smile widely and grab the lavender one.
"This is wonderful." I stare at him and he has that look again like my grandpa gives to my grandmother.
"You're wonderful." He says quietly, but loud enough for me to hear.
I blush and giggle. He sighs and bikes in front of me.
"Let's go O'Brian."
I oblige and ride beside him.
***
I look all around me as I pass big, small houses. People in the yards wave at us and we wave back. Harry tells me long, interesting stories of his childhood. I listen in awe as he expresses his emotion in a big quantity. We stop in front of some buildings and snap some pictures.
My hair is a mess from the wind of the bike, but I don't really mind. Harry gives the camera to me so I am in charge of the photographs.
We go on a straight, flat road and I decide to ride my bike with no hands. I stand too and stretch my arms out like I will fly.
After a minute or so I go back to my regular bike position and look at Harry.
His eyes are wide with amazement.
"Wow... How'd you do that?"
"I always bike ride in Italy. The people there don't really drive cars as much as other people."
He looks like he will try it, but once his hands leave the handlebars, his bike swerves.
I have a small heart attack and instinctively put out my arm out to help.
He regains balance before he could fall and I sigh.
After some silence he laughs and I laugh.
"I'm never going to do that ever again!"
"Alright babe, it's okay." I pat my hand on his.
He leads the way for awhile until we reach a bakery I guess. We walk inside and 3 old ladies hug Harry. They welcome him back and smile widely, showing their old teeth. I take a pic of this moment, it's cute.
He must have worked here before I presume.
"Here is your box Harry." A tall, thin old women hands him a white cardboard box.
I raise an eyebrow to him, but he shrugs.
"Thank you Beatrice. Nice to see you ladies." He waves goodbye to them and we leave.
We go back on the bikes and he leads again.
"So... What's in the box?" I ask little too eager.
"Woah, calm down Annabelle. You can find our after dinner."
"After dinner?!"
"Yes." He replys simply and with that the conversation ends.
He bikes to a park and I follow him. He circles a fountain in the middle and throws a cent in.
"What did you wish for?"
"I can't tell you." He says.
I pout and I furrow my eyebrows.
He chuckles and bikes again down a street. He tells me all different types of stores. Libraries, clothe stores, bakery, etc. More pictures and clicks from the camera.
The sun goes straight up in the sky and my stomach growls. I hear Harry's growl too and we both say we are hungry.
It's about noon and Harry and I agreed on a place called Roof Tops.
As I thought, we sit on the roof of the restaurant.
Many people stare at us, but I think they are mostly staring at Harry.
A girl that is very pretty and fully developed, walks up to Harry, asking him if she could have an autograph.
She wears just a tank top with obviously a push-up bra. Really short, tight shorts she wore and I could only think that she was really a slut.
I roll my eyes at her when she asks for a photo with him.
I know he didn't want to be rude or anything, but seriously, she was hugging him tightly and sticking her butt out.
I scowl at her and she looks at me. She lifts her hand up and gives me the middle finger. She smirks knowingly that I can't hurt her. Harry didn't see that she flicked me off.
She left with her friend and her friend didn't dress any better.
After they left I said, "They need to be covered up more."
Harry chuckles, "I know but they are still fans."
"That girl looked a little desperate." I cross my arms and look away from him, a sour taste in my mouth.
"Hey, can you look at me?"
I turn my attention to him.
"Thank you. But you need to understand that you are my girlfriend and I love you. I love my fans... But I love you more.
I roll my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to smolder a smile. I doesn't work.
"There is that smile I love." He winks at me and I giggle.
"Whatever..." I try to be angry but it doesn't work.
Our food comes and we eat it quickly. We were really hungry. Harry pays for the meal and I give the tip. We talk a little more then go back to his flat.