Elliot's POV

After the diva finished showering, taking forever to pick out clothes to go to Disney Land, drive all the way to Anaheim we have arrived at the happiest place on Earth. I haven't been here in years and from the look on Harry's face, I was way more excited about it then he was.

“Fix your hat.” I tell him. We came to Disney on a random Thursday so we were hoping Harry might not get noticed as much. He put his hair in a low pony tail instead of a high bun and he decided to wear his Dodgers hat I got him a while back to help him out. Since we'll be outside pretty much all day, a hat and sunglasses wont be looked upon twice. And he's wearing shorts. I laugh to myself because he's usually always wearing skinny jeans.

“What's so funny?” Harry asks me as we begin to walk up the massive parking lot.

“Your shorts.” I flat out tell him.

“What's wrong with then?” He asks suddenly concerned. He's so into fashion its a little over the top.

“Nothing. Just not what you usually wear.” I explain.

“Well with my broken leg I couldn't really wear my skinnies very easily.” He's doing a really good job of keeping up with me considering he just got his cast off, but I did bring some ibuprofen just in case it catches up with him.

We finally reach the gate to Disney Land and before I can pay for an all day ticket, Harry does. I glare at him and he just shrugs his shoulders.

“What? You've paid for pizza, this hat, food and coffee countless times.” He explains as we get fitted for our wrist bands.

“But this was my idea, my celebration for you.” I try to explain my point of view.

“Yeah, well I was suppose to pay for everything at the baseball game as a thank you for everything you did for me with the accident and you didn't let that happen.”

“Fine. Thank you Harry.” I admit my defeat and accept his gesture.

“Much better. Lets go!” Suddenly he's excited.

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After three hours of Disney fun, Harry finally admits to the pain he's feeling in his leg and takes the ibuprofen. We sit for a half an hour and since the pain hasn't quite let down, we decided to get a wheelchair to help him out.

He's signed a few autographs and made the girls promise not to tweet his location until the end of the day. He used his charm and the fact that he can't run away quickly to his advantage and plead with the fans.

“This has actually been a really fun day.” Harry admits as I push him along. Thankfully DisneyLand is pretty flat so it's easy to push him around.

“Oh my goodness.” I stop pushing him and put my hand over my heart dramatically. “Harry Styles actually having fun.” I snicker.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. I always have fun when I'm with you.” He informs me and I can't help but smile. Who wouldn't love to hear that from Harry Styles. “Are you hungry?”

“Mmmm, starving!” I suddenly feel the urge to purge on food.

We stop by a park map to see our choices.

“How about The Rainforest Cafe?” I ask seeing it's not too far of a walk from here.

“Push me along my trusty steed!” Harry commands.

“Um. Not a horse Harry.”

“It's just a phrase! Lets go!” He points us in the right direction.

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“So you want to be a yoga teacher until you die?” Harry asks me as he sips on his water.
“I haven't really thought about it. My mom and I already have plans for me to take the studio over in a few years. Maybe a few years after that I'll quite the business and go into personal training full time, or keep teaching yoga, or just own the business. Who knows, I'm only twenty, I have plenty of time to figure it out.” I explain as I browse the menu choices. “What about you? One Direction for life?”

“Maybe. We'll see how everything goes. I mean, I've told you a few times about how its exhausting to tour the older I get, not saying that I'm old but we've been doing this for like five years and it does get exhausting. Plus everything else, the writing, the singing, the fans, the promotions, award shows, it all gets to you after a while. I love what we do, it's fun but it's nice to take a break every once in a while.” He puts his menu down obviously making his choice.

“If you had one day where you wern't famous, what would you do?” I ask.

“Hi I'm Allison, your waitress for this afternoon. I see our hostess got you drinks, what can I get you to eat?”

Harry motions for me to order first, “I'll have the Amazon Fajitas.” I fold up my menu and place it in Allison's hands as she turns to Harry.

“And for you sir?”

“I'll just have the Tribal Salmon.”

“All right, I'll get that right in for you two.”

Allison takes our menus and jets off to the kitchen and Harry turns back to me.

“So free for a day? Well today has been really fun, hardly anyone noticing me helps. Maybe I should wear this awful hat and sit in a wheelchair more often. But I'd like to just go places without the paparazzi, go to the beach, eat at restaurants, take a walk without cameras and fans around, walk around with a beautiful girl who may or may not be my girlfriend without people already assuming that we're hooking up.”

“It's okay, let it out Harry.” I don't know what else to say to his little rant. I feel bad that he's portrayed as this so called man-whore when obviously he's not.

“I know. I hate it. They make it seem like I just sleep with woman after woman and its the furthest thing from the truth. I just get along with women easier, when I grew up it was just my older sister and my mum so I learned to relate to women better. So whenever I hang out with women, people automatically assume we're hooking up. I'm just trying to be nice to people, I don't want a woman to walk to her car alone in the dark so I'll escort her and apparently that means we're dating. It's ridiculous.” He takes a deep breath and a drink from his water. “Sorry, I don't mean to get so worked up but that's the worst part about fame.”

“It's okay, let it out Harry.” I don't know what else to say to his little rant. I feel bad that he's portrayed as this so called man-whore when obviously he's not.

“I mean, to change everyone's mind, I just don't have fun anymore. Or I get someone else to walk people out. If I don't go out with women, only play golf when men then maybe it will change their minds. But then you get people that think I'm in a relationship with Louis.” I've heard about that as well. “It was funny at first because when we first got together in the group, I really clicked with Louis so we spent a lot of time together, same size so we wore each others clothes like best friends do and automatically people assume that we're together. Now it's just over the top and it's actually pushed Louis and I apart. We don't spend time in public together because we're tired of the rumors and he's with Eleanor which when the rumors fly, hurts their relationship. It's just a mess.” His eyes drop and he just looks defeated. I search in my brain to find something to say in response to his outburst and thankfully am saved by Allison.

“And here's your order, fajitas for you miss and salmon for you sir. Anything else I can get you?” She asks and we both nod our heads no. “Well enjoy, let me know if I can get you anything.”

We sit for a bit enjoying the food.

“So would you take it back? If you could go back to when you first auditioned and tell that Harry everything you just told me, would you do it again?” I ask rolling up another fajitas.

“Honestly? No. I mean it gets to you but I can't imagine doing anything else. I really love making music.”

“Well that's good. I'm sure if you weren’t famous though, plenty of young girls would dream of someone like you to come into their lives.” I tell him, meaning what I say. He's like a Ken doll with longer hair.

He smiles at me and continues to eat his salmon.

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After we finish our late lunch I help Harry back into his chair.

“Pain in your leg gone?” I ask as I push him out the doors and into the sunlight.

“It's better. I could really get used to you pushing me around in this chair though.” He laughs.

“Well, don't get used to it mister. This might be the only special treatment you get from me.”

“We'll see about that. Hey, are you busy this weekend?” He asks me as we stop behind some slow people.

“Nothing really planned yet, why?” I ask trying to maneuver around people who are all over the place.

“Niall and Liam are coming into town to work with some producers and they want to meet up with you.” He states.

“No Louis and Zayn?” I ask curious.

“Nope, they have some things to attend to, plus Liam, Niall and I really work well together when we write.”

“Ah, well in that case I think I can squeeze them into my schedule. If you want they can come with you to your class on Saturday morning. Make the session a real treat.” I start thinking of the hardest moves to do in yoga.

“Now that would be fun. I'll see if they're up for it.” I can't see his face but I already know by the amusement in his voice that he's smiling.

Notes

So I don't know how this happened...but I totally skipped this chapter!!

So I couldn't sneak it in between the chapters I already posted, so I deleted the last three chapters and put this one up. I'll put the other chapters back up today and a new one. Sorry!

How confusing! lol.