Catching Red Eyes

The flight from New Jersey to Boston was quick and thankfully painless with Harry next to me the entire time. After coming out of my haze, I started worrying about the fact I had nothing with me.

“Is it cold here?”

“It’ll be a little cooler but please don’t worry about that. You’re with me.”

I trusted him fully but it didn’t calm the voices in my head telling me I didn’t even have a charger or a change of clothes. I tugged at my shirt as Harry watched me and laughed. The plane was descending and I quickly shut my eyes and didn’t breathe until I felt the aircraft wheels make contact with the runway. When it fully came to a stop, I unbuckled myself and stood with Harry’s help. We walked towards the exit and walked down the small stairs. The wind from the open runway was whipping my hair back and forth and was blowing my t-shirt up. I felt a jacket over my shoulders before I even realized I was cold. I recognized it as Harry’s but had no idea where it came from. I looked behind us and saw, I was assuming, his assistants each with two huge suitcases rolling behind them. I didn’t even realize Harry wore that many different clothes.

We were immediately lead to a black town car and we were on our way to…somewhere. I assumed a hotel. The car was quiet as we drove through the city. I felt like a little kid pressing their face against the window as I looked at all the different buildings. I loved New York City and its distinct architecture but Boston was a world of its own. The smell was even different as I rolled down the window. Harry was watching me and I laughed.

“What’s so funny?” I asked looking back at him.

“Nothing, love. I have seen this whole world and been on each continent and now I can finally see it through someone else’s eyes. This is what I wanted to see and why I wanted you here with me. It’s wonderful with the lads, of course, but to see someone I love experiencethis is something I’ve wanted for a long time…even with a million people around me all the time, it can get lonely and I know it sounds cliché but its real life.”

I listened to Harry, feeling content sitting next to him as I watched the world pass by from my window. I felt Harry’s hand on my thigh as we drove deeper into the hustle and bustle of the city. After about twenty minutes, we arrived at the hotel. Harry quickly covered his eyes with his sunglasses that were sitting on top of his head and I did the same with mine. The door swung open and we were enveloped by bodyguards, cameras flashing, and as usual the screaming of the fans. I don’t know if I would ever get used to this.

When we entered the lobby, people’s heads whipped around and they were mutely speaking as we were hurried to the elevator. We were then hurried into the hotel suite and it was breathtaking. The windows were high and the city of Boston was illuminated by the lowering sun. I looked down and the people below looked like little ants. I turned my head around as I heard Harry’s phone ring.

“Aye. Yea, we just got here. In about fifteen minutes is fine. Yea, just making sure she is settled. Did you get the things I asked? Good.”

Harry ended the call and caught my confused eyes.

“We have rehearsal tonight at the stadium, love. I’ll only be gone for a few hours. Get settled and call me if you need anything. I’m going to shower quick,” he said this while removing his shirt. I bit my lip seeing his naked torso decorated with his divine tattoos. Seeing this, he reached over and rubbed his thumb over my lip. “Later, darling.”

I stood, watching him walk into the bathroom and fantasized about his hips against mine. I was quickly pulled from my haze when my phone rang. The name that appeared made me heart leap.

“Charlie?!?!”

“Row!!! How are you in Boston and you can’t even let a girl know?! And what the heck, are you dating Harry Styles?! Literally, wanted to scream when I saw the trend on Twitter that he and his girlfriend landed in Boston and it was your face!! Where are you staying??”

I quickly scanned the room and saw the notepad with the name Park Plaza written on top.

“Oh my God, I can walk there!! Wait, am I like allowed or are you under like supervision??”
“Shut up, no! Well, Harry is in the shower now but he is leaving soon for rehearsal. I have to talk to him and see what is going on after he’s done.”

I caught my reflection in the mirror and made a face. I never had to check in with anyone before I did something. This was new.

“Yea, of course. Well, I know this amazing bar right by the hotel so we should get a drink tonight!”

I looked back at the reflection then at the bathroom door.

“You know what, come by around 8 and we will go. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Yes! Ok!”

I felt something move behind me and it was Harry.

“Should I be worried that you can’t wait to see someone who isn’t me?”

I turned to look at him and grab his hands. “It’s my friend Charlie. She lives here and goes to law school in the city. We were really close in high school but she went to Penn State and got into New England School of Law. I haven’t seen her in so long and she saw that we were here. She is coming here later so we can catch up and get dinner.”

He had a confused look on his face but he shook it off and replaced it with a dazzling smile.

“Well, good. I have to get rest tonight for tomorrow’s show but you go and have fun, darling.”

He walked away from me still smiling but the air felt different now, as if his mood changed when I mentioned I had plans. I was distracted by the knock on the door. Harry didn’t appear again so I went to get it.

I opened the door to revel a blonde girl with a huge rack of clothes inside dark bags. She pushed it past me and was followed by two more girls with the same kind of racks.

“Ok, so we have shirts, pants, shoes and accessories. Everything you need, ok? It’s all labeled too so you should be able to figure it out,” she said pointing to each rack. As I was looking at the hidden clothes, I heard Harry walking behind me. The two assistants with the blonde stylist each took an audible sharp intake of breathe. I turned to see that Harry only had his tight black pants on and his hair was still wet from the shower. I smirked at their reaction knowing full well the effect he has on the female and some male population.

“Thank you, Bridget. I appreciate the short notice,” he said to the blonde and she smiled a bit too big but with a wave of her hand, they were all gone from the room.

“How many clothes do you need?” I asked wondering how long this tour actually was.

“Those are not for me, love.”

I looked over at him, very confused now. Who else were they for then?

“Harry…” I said, realizing they were all for me.

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