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Harry's POV
Successful date. Perfection. Dakota's in the guest room down the hall since she didn't feel like going home to a drunk Blaine. Which is good since I never would've dropped her off there. She means too much to me for me to drop her in the belly of the beast. I don't know why she's still there. I could give her everything she needs. Everything she wants. If she’d let me.
I turn on my side in my bed and spare a glance at the clock. Nine a.m. Maybe I should get up now. I feel kind of lazy. It’s Sunday and I’m on break. Break... I only have two weeks left with Dakota. It took me two of them to get her to go on a date with me. I wonder what two more could do. Maybe I could get her to quit...
After a ten minute shower, I get dressed in something simple and walk downstairs. Halfway downstairs, I the scent of the bacon, pancakes, and something sweet wafers up to me. Smells delicious. I guess Dakota is already up. Then again, she always wakes up early. I am lazy. I will not get of bed unless I need to.
My suspicions are confirmed when I see Dakota flipping a pancake onto a plate of bacon, eggs, and strawberries. I think this is the first time I’ve seen her in shorts. Yep. The girl who always wore sweatshirts and oversized clothing is now wearing one of the shorts bought for her. I take advantage of the moment and watch the soft material covering her. The jeans is halfways to her knees and her white tee shirt covers most half of the jeans. The rest of her legs are covered in black tights with gray Keds. If I didn’t know her, I would’ve thought she’s perfectly normal.
“Aren’t you up early,” Dakota startles me. I jump a little bit knowing she knew I was watching. “I heard you walk down the stairs and when I didn’t hear you I assumed you were watching me. I’m correct, aren’t I?”
I chuckle lightly and walk up to watch and she puts another pancake onto the plates. “Why’d you make breakfast? I could’ve done it.”
She shrugs and hands me a plate, “I’m used to doing this in the morning. And it’s like a thank you for letting me stay the night.” She smiles slightly before heading to the table. I follow behind her and across from her.
“You didn’t have to make this,” I tell her and pick up a piece of bacon. “I probably never would’ve left you at that house.” I bite into my bacon and watch as she cuts her pancake into chunks. “But thank you. It’s nice to have a home cooked meal.”
After eating our delicious breakfast, I wash the dishes and Dakota dries them. “So, Harry,” She says as she puts the dish away. I lean against the counter while she stands in front of me. “I was thinking. Maybe you’re right.” Right about what? I told her multiple things I’ve been right about just about all of them. “I’m thinking about quitting my job.” I widen my eyes and bring her into a hug.
“Finally,” I mumble into her curls.
She giggles and wraps her arms around me too, “And since they’re gonna kick me out, can I stay here?”
I kiss the top of her head and nod, “You’re always welcome here.” I pull away and grasp her hands. I look into her eyes and say, "We should do something since you aren't going to be working for them anymore." She giggles again and nods. "Do you want to go to the zoo or do you want to go out for lunch. We can do both."
She smiles, "Um, is it weird to say I've never been to the zoo?" I kiss her cheek and shake my head. "Then uh, we can go to the zoo and go for lunch afterwards. But don't you think there'd be too many people. What if they recognize you?" She starts hyperventilating. "What if they see me? What if they hate me? What if they hurt me like those girls at the pizza place."
Dammit, she's right. I wish she wasn't scared of crowds. The fact that I can get mobbed doesn't help. I really want to show her the zoo. I can't do the aquarium thing. "I'll find a way.” I peck her cheek. Now, how I am going to sneak her around people. Then it hits me. “Do you mind costumes?”
*~*~*~*
“Harry, don’t you think we look stupid?” Dakota asks while adjusting her vest.
She thinks my solution is a bit weird. We’re going to be nerds. (A/N if you paid attention, the BSE video hasn’t come out yet so, yes here comes Marcel) I’m in a weird getupand my fake name is Marcel. Dakota is in something similar only her vest is gray and her hair is in a tight bun. Her fake name is Bell.
I shake my head peck her cheek. I just love doing that. “To me, you’ll always be cute. So no.”
She giggles, “Your voice coming out something like that sounds freaky.”
I laugh and try a different, “How about this?” I sound like a geek with something in my mouth.
She nods, “Sounds better. Now let’s go Marcel. You have to show me the zoo.”
“Shall we?” I ask and hold out my arm for her to take.
“We shall,” She agrees and takes my arm.
*~*~*~*
An hour and a half into being at the zoo, no one has recognized me. I guess Marcel really doesn’t look like Harry. That’s good. I really hope no one interferes, but I don’t want to jinx us. Dakota is having a blast. All of the animals had her admiring their vibrant colors and new sounds. Now she’s pulling me to the aviary. She loves birds. Something new I learned today.
“Slow down Bell,” I joke as she pulls me through the doors. She let’s go and runs farther making me run after her. I catch her as she heads to the stairs. She giggles and holds my hands folded on her stomach. “Let’s watch the birds.” I face her to the other side of the railing getting her to stare out to the birds.
“I love the birds,” She sighs as a bright red one passes by. She rests her head against my chest and I place my chin on to the top of her head. “They’re lucky. They have all this space for them to be free. I wish I could be free.”
I look down at her and admire how she watches the birds in envy. She’s made it clear she wants to be a bird. But what she doesn’t realize, many birds are caged. So are these. They aren’t totally free. Though they do believe they are. I wonder what it's like to fly. They could be free. They have the potential. They can go whenever or wherever they want. That'd be nice.
That's one thing Dakota and I have in common. Wanting to be free. If I could go out without being watched or swarmed, that'd be great. No crowds, no problems. I wouldn't have to be concerned to go out with Dakota and we could have a normal relationship. We are in a relationship, right? I can't love her anymore than I already do. It'd make my life if she lets me call her mine.
Our relationship isn't normal. We can't sit around wondering what we are. The world wants to know who she is to me. The normal couple would deny it to be naïve. We have to face reality and find out if we're really dating. Then again, we aren't normal.
*~*~*~*
"Thank you for the wonderful afternoon Harry," She kisses my cheek as I stop the car in front of her soon-to-be ex-boss's house. I've been questioning her, seeing if she really is going to quit. "And don't worry, the first thing I'm going to do is pack up my bags and write a letter saying I'm quittig." I nod not really wanting her to go it alone. "I'll be fine Harry. If he does anything, it'll be nothing that hasn't happened before. He should be home in an hour so just wait until then to pick me up."
"Alright, but if anything bad happens, just scream," I tell her. She nods and steps out of the car. My eyes track her while she walks into the house. Remind me why I'm letting her do this alone? Oh yeah, cos Marcel is being a wuss and doesn't want to upset her. Just to be sure, I watch the door for more five minutes after she closed it. When there's no screams or bangs, I slowly make my way out of their property.
*~*~*~* (A/N sorry for skipping around a lot. I'm not sure what else to put in the other events)
To calm my nerves, I go to the cinema as Marcel. I may get strange looks, but hey. It's the life of a pop star. Plus, you gotta admit Marcel doesn't look half bad. I mean, it's not something I usually wear, but if it means I can go around with Dakota without worrying then it's perfect.
I buy a ticket to what many refer to a 'chick flick'. I like thinking of it as a romantic tale. I choose a seat in the back watch the inflow of people. Alot of people are girls or couples. Oh couples. I wonder if I could ever take Dakota to the cinema. Of course, I'd let her choose the film. I don't care if it's a horror movie. It just means I can steal a kiss and snuggle in the dark.
After the movie, I start driving to the house. She should be quitting now so maybe I should hurry. I just hope nothing bad happens. My phone vibrates and I reach for my phone without taking my eyes off the road. I glance at my phone seeing the screen read incoming call. I press answer and put it on speaker, "Hello?"
"Is this Harry?" A lady asks.
"Depends who it is," I respond.
"I am a nurse at the local hospital. You're Dakota's emergency number," she says making me pull to the side. "She has been taken to the hospital after a 1-1-2 call. Please come to check up on her. She begged me to call you."
I grip the wheel tighter not wanting to believe it. I knew I should've stayed with her! I was so stupid to believe Blaine wouldn't hurt her so bad. "I'll be there right away."
"Just a question Mr. Styles, who are you to Ms. Campbell?" She asks.
"I'm her boyfriend," i answer without hesitation.
Successful date. Perfection. Dakota's in the guest room down the hall since she didn't feel like going home to a drunk Blaine. Which is good since I never would've dropped her off there. She means too much to me for me to drop her in the belly of the beast. I don't know why she's still there. I could give her everything she needs. Everything she wants. If she’d let me.
I turn on my side in my bed and spare a glance at the clock. Nine a.m. Maybe I should get up now. I feel kind of lazy. It’s Sunday and I’m on break. Break... I only have two weeks left with Dakota. It took me two of them to get her to go on a date with me. I wonder what two more could do. Maybe I could get her to quit...
After a ten minute shower, I get dressed in something simple and walk downstairs. Halfway downstairs, I the scent of the bacon, pancakes, and something sweet wafers up to me. Smells delicious. I guess Dakota is already up. Then again, she always wakes up early. I am lazy. I will not get of bed unless I need to.
My suspicions are confirmed when I see Dakota flipping a pancake onto a plate of bacon, eggs, and strawberries. I think this is the first time I’ve seen her in shorts. Yep. The girl who always wore sweatshirts and oversized clothing is now wearing one of the shorts bought for her. I take advantage of the moment and watch the soft material covering her. The jeans is halfways to her knees and her white tee shirt covers most half of the jeans. The rest of her legs are covered in black tights with gray Keds. If I didn’t know her, I would’ve thought she’s perfectly normal.
“Aren’t you up early,” Dakota startles me. I jump a little bit knowing she knew I was watching. “I heard you walk down the stairs and when I didn’t hear you I assumed you were watching me. I’m correct, aren’t I?”
I chuckle lightly and walk up to watch and she puts another pancake onto the plates. “Why’d you make breakfast? I could’ve done it.”
She shrugs and hands me a plate, “I’m used to doing this in the morning. And it’s like a thank you for letting me stay the night.” She smiles slightly before heading to the table. I follow behind her and across from her.
“You didn’t have to make this,” I tell her and pick up a piece of bacon. “I probably never would’ve left you at that house.” I bite into my bacon and watch as she cuts her pancake into chunks. “But thank you. It’s nice to have a home cooked meal.”
After eating our delicious breakfast, I wash the dishes and Dakota dries them. “So, Harry,” She says as she puts the dish away. I lean against the counter while she stands in front of me. “I was thinking. Maybe you’re right.” Right about what? I told her multiple things I’ve been right about just about all of them. “I’m thinking about quitting my job.” I widen my eyes and bring her into a hug.
“Finally,” I mumble into her curls.
She giggles and wraps her arms around me too, “And since they’re gonna kick me out, can I stay here?”
I kiss the top of her head and nod, “You’re always welcome here.” I pull away and grasp her hands. I look into her eyes and say, "We should do something since you aren't going to be working for them anymore." She giggles again and nods. "Do you want to go to the zoo or do you want to go out for lunch. We can do both."
She smiles, "Um, is it weird to say I've never been to the zoo?" I kiss her cheek and shake my head. "Then uh, we can go to the zoo and go for lunch afterwards. But don't you think there'd be too many people. What if they recognize you?" She starts hyperventilating. "What if they see me? What if they hate me? What if they hurt me like those girls at the pizza place."
Dammit, she's right. I wish she wasn't scared of crowds. The fact that I can get mobbed doesn't help. I really want to show her the zoo. I can't do the aquarium thing. "I'll find a way.” I peck her cheek. Now, how I am going to sneak her around people. Then it hits me. “Do you mind costumes?”
*~*~*~*
“Harry, don’t you think we look stupid?” Dakota asks while adjusting her vest.
She thinks my solution is a bit weird. We’re going to be nerds. (A/N if you paid attention, the BSE video hasn’t come out yet so, yes here comes Marcel) I’m in a weird getupand my fake name is Marcel. Dakota is in something similar only her vest is gray and her hair is in a tight bun. Her fake name is Bell.
I shake my head peck her cheek. I just love doing that. “To me, you’ll always be cute. So no.”
She giggles, “Your voice coming out something like that sounds freaky.”
I laugh and try a different, “How about this?” I sound like a geek with something in my mouth.
She nods, “Sounds better. Now let’s go Marcel. You have to show me the zoo.”
“Shall we?” I ask and hold out my arm for her to take.
“We shall,” She agrees and takes my arm.
*~*~*~*
An hour and a half into being at the zoo, no one has recognized me. I guess Marcel really doesn’t look like Harry. That’s good. I really hope no one interferes, but I don’t want to jinx us. Dakota is having a blast. All of the animals had her admiring their vibrant colors and new sounds. Now she’s pulling me to the aviary. She loves birds. Something new I learned today.
“Slow down Bell,” I joke as she pulls me through the doors. She let’s go and runs farther making me run after her. I catch her as she heads to the stairs. She giggles and holds my hands folded on her stomach. “Let’s watch the birds.” I face her to the other side of the railing getting her to stare out to the birds.
“I love the birds,” She sighs as a bright red one passes by. She rests her head against my chest and I place my chin on to the top of her head. “They’re lucky. They have all this space for them to be free. I wish I could be free.”
I look down at her and admire how she watches the birds in envy. She’s made it clear she wants to be a bird. But what she doesn’t realize, many birds are caged. So are these. They aren’t totally free. Though they do believe they are. I wonder what it's like to fly. They could be free. They have the potential. They can go whenever or wherever they want. That'd be nice.
That's one thing Dakota and I have in common. Wanting to be free. If I could go out without being watched or swarmed, that'd be great. No crowds, no problems. I wouldn't have to be concerned to go out with Dakota and we could have a normal relationship. We are in a relationship, right? I can't love her anymore than I already do. It'd make my life if she lets me call her mine.
Our relationship isn't normal. We can't sit around wondering what we are. The world wants to know who she is to me. The normal couple would deny it to be naïve. We have to face reality and find out if we're really dating. Then again, we aren't normal.
*~*~*~*
"Thank you for the wonderful afternoon Harry," She kisses my cheek as I stop the car in front of her soon-to-be ex-boss's house. I've been questioning her, seeing if she really is going to quit. "And don't worry, the first thing I'm going to do is pack up my bags and write a letter saying I'm quittig." I nod not really wanting her to go it alone. "I'll be fine Harry. If he does anything, it'll be nothing that hasn't happened before. He should be home in an hour so just wait until then to pick me up."
"Alright, but if anything bad happens, just scream," I tell her. She nods and steps out of the car. My eyes track her while she walks into the house. Remind me why I'm letting her do this alone? Oh yeah, cos Marcel is being a wuss and doesn't want to upset her. Just to be sure, I watch the door for more five minutes after she closed it. When there's no screams or bangs, I slowly make my way out of their property.
*~*~*~* (A/N sorry for skipping around a lot. I'm not sure what else to put in the other events)
To calm my nerves, I go to the cinema as Marcel. I may get strange looks, but hey. It's the life of a pop star. Plus, you gotta admit Marcel doesn't look half bad. I mean, it's not something I usually wear, but if it means I can go around with Dakota without worrying then it's perfect.
I buy a ticket to what many refer to a 'chick flick'. I like thinking of it as a romantic tale. I choose a seat in the back watch the inflow of people. Alot of people are girls or couples. Oh couples. I wonder if I could ever take Dakota to the cinema. Of course, I'd let her choose the film. I don't care if it's a horror movie. It just means I can steal a kiss and snuggle in the dark.
After the movie, I start driving to the house. She should be quitting now so maybe I should hurry. I just hope nothing bad happens. My phone vibrates and I reach for my phone without taking my eyes off the road. I glance at my phone seeing the screen read incoming call. I press answer and put it on speaker, "Hello?"
"Is this Harry?" A lady asks.
"Depends who it is," I respond.
"I am a nurse at the local hospital. You're Dakota's emergency number," she says making me pull to the side. "She has been taken to the hospital after a 1-1-2 call. Please come to check up on her. She begged me to call you."
I grip the wheel tighter not wanting to believe it. I knew I should've stayed with her! I was so stupid to believe Blaine wouldn't hurt her so bad. "I'll be there right away."
"Just a question Mr. Styles, who are you to Ms. Campbell?" She asks.
"I'm her boyfriend," i answer without hesitation.
Ah the day after my birthday! Yay! And I probably would read 'A Broken Princess' !!!!!
12/31/13