Dakota's POV

I feel him before I see him. He scares me at first, but when I feel his curls on my head I relax. My head is on his rising and lowering chest and his arms are around me. It's weird not having to struggle to get out of someone's grasp. With Harry, I know I can relax. He cares about me. He loves me. I know it.

"Morning sunshine," Harry says in cute deep voice. I giggle and nuzzle my head into his chest. Thank God he has clothes on. "Yeah, I changed into pajamas while you were asleep. I usually sleep in boxers, but I thought you'd freak out." I smile and kiss his cheek.

"Can we do something today?" I ask and rest my chin on his chest so I can look at his face easier. "Just us since your family doesn't seem to like me." I sigh. "Just like everyone else."

"Alright," He sits up revealing his tank top. He pulls me onto his lap and looks into my eyes. "I couldn't care less if they like you or not. You're perfect to me, remember?" I nod. "Okay. Now, we can go to the cinema or go sightseeing."

I smile getting the best idea, "That new horror movie is coming out. Can we go see it?" He chuckles and nods his head. "Thank you!" I peck his cheek and hug him.

"Go take a shower and get dressed then we'll go," He says getting me to walk to the shower. I quickly shower making sure to go over the cuts lightly. I step out with a towel around my body and head to the closet. Harry had left to his room leaving me alone in mine. I pull on something casual and debate on wearing a jacket. I mean, it's inevitable that someone's going to find out about the cuts. One day, my life is going to exposed just because I'm with Harry.

I chose to wear a T-shirt and go back to the bathroom for concealer. I cover up my arms so no one sees my scars. Seems right. I walk downstairs to make breakfast when I smell pancakes already being made. That's odd. Oh wait. His family is here. And they think I'm insane. Great. Please don't be Gemma. I can handle Anne, maybe Robin, but Gemma just hates me.

Tentatively, I push the door open a little and peek in. It's Anne. I slowly walk in and watch her cook breakfast. I pull out a chair causing her to look over to me. “Good morning, Dakota,” She smiles.

“Morning,” I greet quietly.

“You’re not wearing a jacket,” She acknowledges.

I shrug, “Didn’t feel like wearing one.” I play with the hem of my shirt since, well, I have no jacket.

“So, what are you and Harry doing today?” She asks as she pours more batter.

“We’re going to see a movie,” I mumble and move on to play with my hair. “And what else is up to Harry.”

“Morning ladies,” He comes in with grogginess in his voice. He stretches letting his shirt rise a little. That’s adorable. His eyes meet mine and smiles. “Good morning, beautiful.” He sits down next to me and kisses my cheek. “After the movie, do you wanna go around the mall? You know, just hang out you and me.”

“Sounds great,” I smile widely and rest my head on his shoulder.

“Hey mum,” Harry calls from his seat. She hums in response. He smiles at me making me blush, “I think I’ll just take Dakota out for breakfast.”

“Alright, sweetie,” She says.

He stands up taking me with him. “But what if people see us?” I ask. People are going to be mad at me. Then again, they’ve always been mad at me no matter what I do. Maybe I can go a day without caring. People aren’t going to like me. When do they ever? It’s my life. Harry’s been right so far. I shouldn’t care what other think. “Actually. Nevermind. Let’s go.” He threads our fingers and leads me to his garage.

He takes me to one of his many cars and opens the door for me. "Thank you," I beam and duck into the car. He makes his way to the driver's side. He starts up the car and I turn on the radio. Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray comes on and Harry automatically starts singing. I think it's cute. He has an amazing voice and he loves singing. It warms my heart knowing he uses his talent. I, however, have no idea what I'm gonna do about my writing skills.

"I got that summertime summertime sadness!" He sings sparing me a glance. I giggle as the song ends and he pouts. "Aw. I love that song." But as soon as Mirrors by Justin Timberlake rolls in he’s belting out the lyrics.

“You’re cute when you sing," I sigh and rest my head on its side.

“Thanks babe,” He smiles glancing at me for a second.

I smile at the ground before looking back up at him, “You know, never in a million years did I think that I’d have a boyfriend.” I giggle, “Especially not one that’s famous. There are still some days I wake up and think it’s all a dream. Then I turn my head and see you smiling. It makes me feel like I matter to someone.”

He smiles wider, “You do matter.”

“Thank you, Harry,” I say.

“For what?” He chuckles.

“For caring,” I answer. “You’re the first person to care about me and that’s all I’ve ever wished for when I was younger. You’re literally a dream come true.”

His smile grows with my words. He pulls into a parking lot and stops the car. “We’re here.” I look up at the restaurant and smile. It’s a small cafe that looks like the one back in Birmingham. Harry smirks as he opens the door for me and helps me out. “You seem like a cafe girl so, here we are.”

I wrap him in my arms and giggle, “Thank you.” I pull away and intertwine our fingers. “Now c’mon. I want a cinnamon bun.” He chuckles and pulls me into the cafe.

*~*~*~*

After eating breakfast, he takes me to the cinema in the mall. I'm still working on the whole comfortable in crowds thing so he's a little scared for me. When we step into the mall, girls watch our every move and squeal. Thank God they're keeping their distance. If they sat near me, I would've been having a heart attack if we were mobbed.

I instinctively cuddle into Harry's side before he wraps his arm around me. The girls take out their phones and start taking pictures. I guess I'm gonna be on the internet soon. Go Harota, I guess. Harry rubs my back and whispers, "Just relax, babe. They're not used to us." I nod and quietly walk with him to the cinema. He buys two tickets and guides me to the theater. "Sit wherever you want."

I nod and take him the middle row. He sits down next to me and smiles. "What?" I giggle and smile back. That smile. Gosh. It makes my heart flutters.

"Nothing, I just wanted you to smile," He says lifting up the arm rest. "Come here," He holds out his arm. I snuggle into his side just as the lights dim and the ads stop letting the movie play. This is going to be good.

*~*~*~*

Harry actually likes the movie. I told him horror movies rock! “Still up for exploring the mall?” He asks as we exit the theater lobby. I nod. “Alright.” He wraps his large hand around my dainty one and starts walking with me. “Where to first?”

I shrug, “I’m not sure. The last I had a choice to go somewhere at a mall, I was with you and Zayn.” I smile. The first time I was out with friends. Such memories. “Where do you want to go?”

He shrugs, “Anywhere you want to go.”

I roll my eyes and suggest, “Can we go to a bookstore then?” He nods and takes me to the closest shop. I smile seeing rows upon rows of books. I feel like a kid in a freaking candy shop. I let go of his hand and run into one of the aisles. Looking through the books, I find one called Fragments by Jeffry W. Johnston. Looks cool. I flip to the back and read the summary:

Ever since the accident, Chase feels shattered. He can't remember that night, and everyone's treating him like a broken freak. He just wants things to go back to normal. So when he starts getting flashes of memory, he's relieved. He's sure once he remembers everything, he can put the crash behind him and start over.

I smile, definitely getting this one. I go through the aisles and find books I want like This Song Will Save Your Life by Leila Sales, Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan, The Boy on the Bridge by Natalie Standiford, and The Coldest Girl in Coldtown by Holly Black. They look cool and the descriptions made me read a sliver of the inside. Or in my case the ending page. I always read the last page before I read the book. I don’t know why, but it makes me more interested in the book.

With books in my hands and look for Harry who I assume to be behind the crowd of girls. I guess I’ll just wait at the tables and read. I take a seat at an empty table and flip open This Song Will Save Your Life. And start reading.

It starts off with the girl talking about how you can’t change yourself how she knows. She thinks she is born to be unpopular. This is only the first chapter and I’m hooked. I have to get this. Too bad Harry has the money. I look up and see the crowd still there. This is what I get for running to books. I look around and see a small girl holding a book in her hand looking at the crowd. She has a sad look in her eyes before she heads to my table since the rest are taken. “May I sit here?” She asks politely.

“Of course,” I smile and gesture to the chair. She smiles and climbs onto the chair. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Claire,” She responds. “What’s yours?”

“Dakota,” I answer. “Are you here by yourself?”

She shakes her head, “My sister in somewhere in the crowd over there for Harry Styles. I like them too, but she told me to stay back here since he wouldn’t like bookworms.”

I scoff, “You’re kidding. He loves bookworms.” Well, I assume so since I’m one. Books are my life.

“How do you know?” She asks.

“I am a massive bookworm and I’m his girlfriend,” I tell her and her eyes widen. “Would you like to meet him?” She nods eagerly and I take out my phone to text Harry.

Me: I found my books

Harry: Great but im mobbed

Me: Can you make your way out?

Harry: Ill try be there as soon as i can

Me: Kay

I look up as the girl squeal louder. If you strain your ears, you can hear Harry’s yells, “Excuse me!” Awe. He’s still being polite. About four minutes later, Harry emerges and walks over to me and the girl. “Hi babe.” He kisses my cheek and grabs a chair. “Who’s this cutie?”

“This is Claire,” I say and lean into his side. “Her sister pushed her aside when she went to see you.”

He smiles at the girl, “Nice to meet you Claire. What book are you reading?”

“Charlotte’s Web,” She answers with giggles laced in. “My sister is going to buy it for me.”

“How about I buy it?” He offers and her eyes widen. “C’mon. I’m sure your sister would like that she saved a few pounds.” She nods and hops off of the chair. “C’mon babe.” He helps me out of chair and takes my books. "What's with all the books?" He laughs.

I roll my eyes, "Be happy I read. A book actually convinced me to give you a chance," I tell him. "Best decision I've ever made."

He sets the books at the register and turns to me, "What part of the book made you give me a chance?"

"In the book, the girl killed herself because so many things happened and no one was there to help. The boy felt guilty because he tried to help, but she kept pushing him away," I sigh and pull him into a hug. "I didn't want to end up like her."

His chest vibrates with his chuckles as he wraps his arms wrap around me. "You're not going to because you have me. You're not going anywhere if I can help it."