A few days later

Harry had stayed over a few nights ago, giving Kasi and Ana some time to tell him about my birthday and what they wanted to do. I was supposed to be surprised but had to be in on the plan due to the fact that we knew they were lying.


“Remember act surprised when Harry brings you back!” Kasi slapped my butt as I left our apartment.

I rolled my eyes, thinking about everything that was happening tonight, so much supposedly. Kasi and Ana said they were going to drop subtle hints that they knew who Harry and the guys truly were, but I wasn’t aware.

I sat on the subway on my way to meet Harry for a ‘park date’ yet again. I let go of pressuring him into taking me out, but I still wasn’t happy and let him know every now and then.

I had been feeling extra self-conscious of people looking at me since finding out I was on the internet with Harry. Although you couldn’t see my face clearly in any of the pictures paparazzi have managed to snag, it still worried me. I didn’t want someone to recognize me before Harry told me, or while I was alone. I kept a low profile, though that wasn’t hard for me to do really.

I got off the train at the stop for Central Park. Harry told me because it was my birthday he wanted us to go do something special. I got my phone out to call Harry, letting him know I had arrived.

“Love, turn around.” He answered, his husky British accent still makes me weak.

“Are you stalking me?” I smirked walking towards him, hanging up.

“You look beautiful Spencer.” He smiled kissing my lips. “As always.”

I blushed grabbing his hand, I was always blushing around Harry, even more now that I knew he was a celebrity. He looked so good with his hair pulled into a beanie and a black hoodie tucked under a leather jacket. Leather, that was a new look for him but it was so sexy. I’m always at a loss for words around Harry. I finally realized I was staring and broke the silence. “So what are we doing tonight?”

“There’s some kind of festival going on, we can check it out, there’s fireworks at 10.”

Was he finally taking me out? My heart raced.

“I know the perfect place we can go and listen to the music but still have privacy, since it’s your birthday.” He kissed my gloved hand. Nevermind, we weren’t going out, well not really.

He led to me an area surrounded by trees, yet we could still hear the music, and come firework time we’d be able to see.

We sat and enjoyed the music, and being with each other. I looked over at Harry, who was already looking at me. I felt the crimson dusting my cheeks.

“What?” I whispered.

“You’re so beautiful.” He smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear leaving his hand on my cheek.

I could feel my face literally becoming red. He leaned in kissing my nose first, then my lips.

In the middle of our kiss we heard the fireworks start to go off. I pulled away to look at them but he quickly turned my face back to him to continue kissing. I snaked my arms around his neck, pulling him as close as I could. He let his hands wander up and down my sides, finally resting them on the small of my back. I repositioned myself on top of him, straddling his lap. I rolled my hips forward letting him know what was on my mind. He instantly began to intensify the kiss. I broke away looking him deep in the eye.

“Let’s go back to your place.” I whispered. I knew he had to get me back to my apartment somehow.

“Didn’t you say the guys were going to a party?” I wanted to see what he would say, I wasn’t going to make this easy for him just so he didn’t get suspicious.

Harry and I still hadn't taken either of the next steps in our relationship: titles or sex. I mean we've messed around and covered most foreplay basics but we decided it would be best to wait for both.Tonight was my birthday and I was feeling good. I was hoping to get one of them. But as Harry stuttered, I remembered the party. I probably wouldn't get either.

“Uh, uh umm, do you want to watch the fireworks finish first?” I was unsure if he was nervous about the party or my sudden interest in doing it.

“Yeah I’d like that babe.” I kissed him one more time before grabbing his hand, leading him out into the open. He quickly stopped. I rolled my eyes knowing he was going to try and get out of this too.

“We can stay in our little area and still see them.” He shrugged looking at where we were just sitting.

“Or we can be a normal pair of humans and go out and watch them with everyone else.” I sighed.

To my surprise he gave me a small nod and grabbed my hand again. We went out into the crowd and watched the show. The fireworks were incredible. Harry turned to me, pulling me in close wrapping his arms around my waist. I smiled up at him.

How did I get so lucky? Harry was perfect. He was so sweet and kind and treated me like a princess. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be aware of his fame, but I was and it kind of hurt that he isn’t being honest. I understand why he’s doing it now, and I’m thankful but I feel like we’re at a point that I need to know. I can’t take not going on actual dates, like dinners and concerts. Besides tonight, the first time we met and the small park outings, we haven’t seen each other outside of either of our apartments. I was growing frustrated whether he was a teenage heartthrob or not.

He pulled me out of my daze with a kiss. I saw a flash go off behind me and Harry suddenly froze. His eyes widened and look scared.

“Are you okay?” I asked, knowing he reacted like this because of the camera flash.

“What was that?” he looked around quick. I looked to where he was, noticing a few teenage girls staring our direction. I knew we had to leave.

“Here babe, put this on. You look frozen.” He handed me his beanie, pulling his hood up.

I knew he was doing this to make us less noticeable, due to his fame and having someone know he was here. He grabbed my hand and led me towards the street, the blanket he had brought for us to sit on in the trees, forgotten.

“Where are we going?” I asked, as we practically ran out of the park.

“Your place.” He smirked at me, trying to convince me he wanted it.

“Why?” I raised an eyebrow, testing him.

He grabbed my waist, pulling our bodies close bending down hovering his lips over mine as he spoke in a barely audible whisper, “I haven’t given you your birthday gift yet.”

If seduction was a job, Harry Styles would be a professional. I smirked against his mouth, “Can I get a hint of what it is?”

With that he closed the gap between us smashing his lips to mine. It was a quick yet fiery kiss. Pulling away, he walked to the curb hailing a cab. I was still mad at him not telling me who he was, but I just couldn’t resist those lips.

We got into the cab and made polite conversation with the cabbie on our way back to my place. He was a sweet older man who seemed to be lonely.

“You two make quite the adorable couple.” He said, never taking his eyes off the road.

“Well thank you, we appreciate it.” He murmured in his thick accent.

“What is that? A British accent?” the cab driver asked.

“Yes sir, that’s right.”

“What brings you here, ya know to New York?”

“Oh me and some of my mates wanted to come over and try something new. And we love it here!”

“Well good for you!”

The rest of the ride was quiet, I stared out the window as snow started to fall. New York in the winter was perfect. It was beyond beautiful and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now. I felt Harry entwine his fingers through mine. I smiled without taking my eyes off of the passing skyscrapers. We arrived in front of my building and once again Harry took care of the total.

Right before we got out something caught me off guard as the cabbie spoke.

“Hey, you look exactly like that guy from that one band my daughter is obsessed with.”

He smiled at Harry who began to shift uncomfortably. “Um, uh, yeah I do get that a lot.”

I rolled my eyes and got out of the car, when was the lying going to stop. He followed me out of the car and into the building. “Babe, wait up!”

I turned sharply on my boot and waited, clearly upset. “What’s going on Harry? Is there something you need to tell me?”

“No, everything’s fine. Why do you ask?” he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“You’ve been acting so weird tonight. Instantly leaving cause something like a person taking pictures of fireworks, acting all strange when the cabbie said you look like someone famous. Why are you so jumpy?” I sighed, this was the perfect moment for him to tell me.

“They’re gonna hate me.” He mumbled.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Everyone is upstairs, we’re throwing a surprise party for you.” he sighed defeated.

Notes

sorry for the long delay in between chapters!

i hope you enjoy this, it's going to get better! some drama is right around the corner!