Dakota's POV

Two more days until my birthday, but Harry still has plans. Today, he wants to take me sightseeing. We can no longer go as Marcel and Belle anymore because of the BSE music video so we might go as ourselves. The media has been wondering about us and now they can. After that, him and the boys are going to a photoshoot while the girls go to the beach. Since I refuse to wear a bathing suit or go anywhere public, the boys are taking me with them. Harry doesn't want me to be lonely in the hotel, so I have no choice

Harry’s been concerned about fans, but I honestly stopped caring. People hate me. Now they have a reason. He’s just worried I might cut again because of what they’ll say. I can’t say I won’t since I’ve been doing it since I was young, but I’ll try. Sometimes I just stare at razors or knives thinking of what could be happening.

I comb through my hair and check the mirror again. Harry tells me not to cover the cuts so the pink marks are still along my arms making me self-conscious. I rub my forearm looking at each scar for a memory. I close my eyes and close my hands on each wrist. Hopefully, there will be no need for these.

A pair of arms wrap around me and a head nuzzles my neck. Harry's curls meshed with mine tickle my face creating a smile. "Stop focusing on it. They're part of you and you are beautiful." He kisses my cheeks as my eyes open. Our gazes meet in an instant and find the most beautiful image. All we need is a camera because I want to remember this moment. He pushes some of the hair from my face and looks towards my face, "Beautiful."

"Do you think people will like it?" I ask toying with my jacket. "I mean, it's the first time people will really see us as a couple and I just..." I lean against him and stroke his hands. "What if they don't like me?"

He lets out a small laugh, "Stop worrying about others think. I love you and you love me. What more is there to need?"

"People's approval," I mumble moving on to play with my music note necklace.

"I approve. The lads approve. My parents approve. The girls approve. That's all who matters now stop worrying and we'll go," He says pulling me out the door.

He keeps a hand in his and takes me down the street. "Where are we going first?" I ask him.

He shrugs, "Wherever the wind takes us."

"I can live with that," I tell him and do as he says. Going where we go and have a nice time.

After two hours of walking, he takes me to a decent restaurant with a table towards the side. A waiter comes to take our orders before leaving us for privacy. So far, no one has interfered, but I'm sure someone took a picture. "Today was nice," I smile as he rubs circles into my hand. "Not as scary as I thought it be. No unwanted company, beautiful sights, and it was all with you."

He smiles, "I knew today would be great. We just have to believe no one will bother us." He looks into my eyes with joy. "Are you excited for your birthday?"

I nod, "I have no idea what I even want, but I know you guys will get everything I didn't think of." Even if I have everything I want. "When do you have to be at the photoshoot?"

He checks his watch before looking back to me. "In an hour and a half. Long enough to enjoy a nice lunch." He kisses my fingers before releasing my hand.

"Or at least, as much as we can have of one," I sigh when I see a group of teen girls enter the establishment. "Harry," I look at him with pleading eyes.

"Just relax," He tells me. The waiter comes back with our food and drinks and Harry whispers something into his ear. He nods and walks to the girls. I watch as he takes the girls into another room before giving him a thumbs up. "That better?"

"More than anything," I sigh in relief. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I quickly make my way to the loo and do my business. When I'm finished, I walk outside and almost run into the girls.

The one in front stares at me before she finally speaks up, "You're that Dakota girl with Harry Styles, right?" Nervously, I nod my head. "Awe, how cute. This the girl that stole our Harry. What does he even see in you?" She looks at me laughs. Do I look that horrible? I look down and feel their gazes burn into me.

"C-can I go-o?" I stutter. She has her friends block my way as if to say no.

"If you never go back, he'll think you ditched him and, boy, will he be pissed," She smirks.

"Why is it always the ugly ones?" Another comments.

"I know, right?" The other says.

They continue to do this for twenty minutes until Harry walks to the bathroom and tears them away from a crying me. So much for a nice lunch. He takes me directly to the hotel where we could be alone.

I hope my birthday is better than this.