A fluttering, light burst of confussion errupted in my chest. My heart, furiously beating from freedom, made a loud, drum-like, rhytm in my ears.
"What?" seemed to be the only word my quivering lips could muster. As I stood infront of him like a shaking statue, he smiled at me and let go of my hand. He took that hand, that was once holding my own, to run his fingers through his messy hair. As he thought of a way to clear the confussion, I stood before him in a daze of fantasies. I imagined him taking me out on a romantic date in the city. He'd give me flowers, take me out to eat, maybe rent one of those horse drawn carrages, and then seal the evening with a kiss. I went through hundreds of these scenarios while I waited for his reply.
"Not a date," he quickly smiled through the awkwardness that he had created, "I want to take you out. You still seem sad and you need to smile," he said. To be honest, I was a little let down. I mustered up so much hope that I fabricated an impossibility. I didn't fall too far from my dream cloud before reality could catch me. I will still happy just to be talking to him.
"Oh, Harry. You don't have to do that. I don't want to take up your time," I replied. Someone like him would be on a tight schedule. If he had any free time, I'd hate for him to waste in on me.
"No. I have a lot of free time to kill. Our flight isn't until late tonight. We sort of came here so we could run around New York," he explained, "I was thinking we could go out for lunch and then walk around Central Park or something,".
It wasn't exactly my ideal, modern day fairy tale, but it was enough to make me smile.
"If it doesn't inconvience you," I began.
"Not in the least," he quickly replied.
"Sure, just let me grab some things," I said. Harry and I parted with smiles. He went back into the dressing to change into more casual clothes, while I just wanted to make myself look pretty for him. We agreed to meet outside the building when we were ready to leave.

On my way back to the bus, I thought of different outfit combinations that I could wear. It didn't even cross my mind that Kyle might be waiting for me to give me a good lashing. My head was up in the clouds, resting on girlish fantasies. I had completely drifted off into a dreamland of sorts. I was gently rolling down a calm river where my worries were left behind to crash into the rocks.
I was taken from my mind once the I reached the back of the building. Drops of rain crashed against my hair and face as I made my way into the bus. Most of my outfit ideas were tossed out a window once I realized that how the weather was acting. I'd have to dress according to the rain and cold. The shirt I was wearing had large tears in the back for style and the jeans I had on were thin and easily penitrated by the cold. I was shivering even though I was only exposed to the weather's beating for a few seconds. Luckily, the bus was heated and dry.
The moment I arrived, I dove into my bag and began throwing long-sleeved shirts and cold resistant jeans on my bed. Everything I had was black, or a band shirt, or very flashy and attention grabbing. I had packed for an award show and to meet fans. I didn't pack for a casual day with a normal guy. The band shirts that I had were of artists that Harry had probably never heard of before or would like. My flashy clothes we made of mesh, fish nets, or had holes in them. I didn't want to wear just a plain black shirt either.
As I pondered over my clothes, I heard the door open and slam shut. Kyle came stomping out with Connor and Dennis following behind him. They told him to leave me alone and to let our fight just die.
I shot him a quick look and went back to digging through my clothes.
"What are you getting ready for?" he asked as I began slipping off clothes. I've known Kyle for years so privacy isn't an issues between us.
"I'm going out," I answered blankly.
"With?" he asked like an overprotective mother.
"Does it matter?" I snapped as I pulled on a pair of skinny jeans.
"Kind of," he said darkly. I sighed and turned to him.
"I'm going out with Harry for a little bit. Is that okay?" I snapped at him once more, "Do I need your permission to hang out with him? Is it okay for me to go out with him for a bit? Or am I loosing my edge because he's in a boy band?" I began to rant and yell at him. I didn't mean to. I had so much pent up aggression that was bubbling over.
Dennis stepped in between us and looked at me with a stern expression. I shut my mouth, bit the inside of my cheek, and tried to contain the rest of my words.
"None of us need this right now," Dennis said calmly. The intensity in his eyes scolded me enough to break my pride. I threw on the light blue sweater that hung my hands. I was tired of standing around in just a bra and jeans.
I turned around and began heading out the door for the bus. I grabbed a small, compact umbrella, and a my white, over sized, beanie. I could hear the boys arguing with eachother. Kyle was yelling insults and curses. They were obviously directed towards me.
I stomped down the bus steps to find Harry waiting for me. He was only a throw away from the bus. I was positive that he heard everything. My face burned with embarassment. I tried to hide it with the my opened umbrella, but it was already done. He had heard us fighting and he could hear Kyle still throwing a fit.
Thankfully, Harry didn't bother to address it right there.
"Do you like it?" he asked, pointing to his black shirt and purple flannel. He was still wearing the wooden cross. He did a little turn with his umbrella twirling with him, shooting drops of rain water at me. I smiled at him, the arguing behind me seemed to drown itself out.
"You look very snazzy," I answered.
"Thank you. You look very lovely as well," he replied. I blushed for only a second. I was learning how to control that.
He led me around the building to the front. Before we walked into the sea of people walking up and the sidewalk, Harry stopped and pulled out a pair of sunglasses and a dark gray beanie. He pulled the sunglasses over his eyes and the beanie over her bushy, curly hair. I quickly understood he was trying to hide himself so that no one would freak out.
We trudged into the crowd of busy New Yorkers and tourists and began our day in the city.