''So, do you want to tell me where we're going?'' I asked, raising one eyebrow.
''No, not really. It's a surprise!'' he said, smirking.
''Well, then you should probably know that I hate surprises," I said, crossing my arms and sitting back in my seat.
"How can one not like surprises?" he asked, glancing at me.
"I just don't," I said questioningly, mocking him.
"Well, I guess you're just gonna have to get over it," He laughed a little and opened his car's door for me.
"Can you at least tell me how long do we have to drive there?'' I added a little bit of annoyance in the sentence, while he was getting in the driver's seat.
''Nope, it's a surprise!'' He said again, still smirking. I'm pretty sure he's trying to annoy me.
We drove for a good 20 minutes before stopping at a park. It's a beautiful park, and there weren't many people so that made it even better.
''This way, love,'' he said, smiling and took my hand in his. We went into the park. I haven't been here before, so it was definitely a new experience. There were
cute little garden candles outlining the little bridge over the pond in the park. When we walked over the bridge, I noticed a picnic blanket spread out on the
ground under a willow tree. We walked over and he sat down, gesturing for me to do the same.
"This is so pretty!" I exclamied, grinning. "Back home we don't really have any parks like this."
"Really? That must be depressing,'' he said, opening the basket.
"A little, but I'm used to it." I smiled.
When we started eating, he asked me a couple of questions, like what my favorite color is, my favorite animal, my favorite band. He also asked me if I liked
One Direction, and I just stared at him, not knowing what to say. I knew I heard of them before, but I just can't remember what it was.
"Yeah, sure," I said, picking up a sandwich. I felt awkward.
''You don't know who they are, do you?'' he asked me with a grin on his face.
''Honestly?" I said. "I don't have a clue."

After dinner we went on a walk around the park. It was dark already, and the lanterns made the park even more beautiful. We were just asking each other questions about each other and I was slowly learning more about him. Then, we heard screams and a herd of thundering elephants stampeding toward us. It was actually wa And then we saw them. There was a lot of people, you could practially call it a mob. There were men and women with cameras and microphones. What the heck?!
''Run to the car! Now!!'' I was really confused so I just did what he told me. That didn't work, though, because there was a mob coming from that side too. I realized those were paparazzi, but why?
''Harry, who is this?''
''Harry, is that your girlfriend?''
''Harry, do you have a purple cat?"
"Do you like bananas?"
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
"What about pickles? Do you like pickles?"
"What are you doing in the park?"
"Why are you with her?! You should be with me!" I heard one girl scream.
What is going on?!

Notes

Ok, so this is my first written chapter in this story, I really hope you like it. I wanted to add a little bit of drama, so instead of Carmella finding out who Harry really is, I decided to put it in the next chapter. So again, I REALLY hope you liked it, please leave us your feedback :)
-Paula

Okay, so I've edited twice now in school. I found a way to get on without my history being recorded. MWAHAHA! I am a GENIUS! And for those of you who I haven't ever messaged, this is @iceskatez, and I will sign off in the notes when I'm done editing. Meaning right about now. I always sign with the first initial of my real name, and you can try to guess what it is in the comments, but I really hope you won't, because I get really excited when people comment on my stories. Or, in this, case, our story. And I won't tell you my name anyway, so don't guess.
I'm done editing!
-H