Chapter 9

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~Scarlett's POV~

We walked into the Pizza Parlor, our fingers still tightly entwined together. The whole walk over I remained tense, aware of every movement Harry made. Twenty minutes ago, I despised Harry, convinced he was a stuck up douchebag. But now, what was I doing? Holding hands with him, and ever so slightly enjoying it. When it first happened, i'll admit, I was thrilled. Yet, the walk to the Pizza Parlor had been quiet, which had given me way to much time to think. "Table for two?" A woman asked, barely glancing at us. She had overly bright carrot red hair, and looked to be about sixty. She wore an apron around her waist and a name tag stuck to her black shirt that read Carrie.

"Yes ma'am." Harry replied politely, and she grabbed two menus from under the counter and gestured for us to follow, still looking down. She brought us to a table near the front of the restaurant, next to a large window. She plopped the menus on the table and glanced up at us again, this time gasping at the sight of Harry.

"Y-you're Harry Styles." She whispered. Sixty year old directioners? Wow. Harry smiled and simply nodded. He had to be used to this sort of thing by now. "If you don't mind, could I get a picture? For my granddaughter,  I mean." She said, still staring wide-eyed at Harry. Harry glanced at me as if to say, is this okay? I shrugged, surprised he even bothered to worry.

"Of course," He replied, standing up. Carrie, the waitress, pulled her phone out of her apron and snapped out quick picture, beaming ear to ear. Harry sat back down and we ordered waters and a large pepperoni pizza to split.

"That was, interesting." I said when the waitress walked away. He shrugged,

"I'm sorta used to it now. You don't mind do you? I'm sorry I let it interrupt us." He said, looking almost guilty.

I laughed. "No, believe me its fine, its just not something i'm used to." I replied.

"Well if you don't mind it, then you could get used to it easily," he said with a wink.

"Well this is probably the only time I'l-" I stopped, realizing what he was implying. Was I really  attracted to Harry that way? I had held hands with him the whole walk here.. But was I just caught in the moment? I looked at him, trying to read his expression. He stared back at me, looking hopeful. I quickly looked away, deciding not to give  him an answer just yet. "So," I said, attempting to switch topic, "How much longer are you in the US?"

*Harry's POV*

"How much longer are you in the US?" Scarlett asked. I suppressed a sigh, she was clearly avoiding any sort of "relationship" topic. She had seemed happy holding my hand on the walk here, but since we came in her mood had changed, becoming guarded. I My heart had lifted when she let me grab her hand, praying she felt the same spark between our touch that I did.

I was trying my hardest not to "freak her out" as I did before, but I had never felt such a quick connection between a girl before. I couldn't help but stare at her as she looked out the big window to the traffic and crowded sidewalks. Her head rested on her palm, and she took her lip between her teeth as a strand of hair fell over her eyes. It took all I had not to reach out and tuck the hair behind her ear.

I loved how she didn't care who I was, she just accepted me as any other guy. Most girls, like her friend Rylee, would probably cry and scream tears of joy if I even looked at them. At first I loved the attention from the girls. It had seemed as though I could have anyone I wanted. But those girls cried over the Harry Styles they knew from interviews and magazines, small bits and pieces of my personality. And I had to admit, pretty girls throwing themselves at me felt great at some points, but not now. Her friend Rylee was pretty, sure, but nothing compared to Scarlett. I felt as though Scarlett were the famous icon, not me. And I was throwing myself at her, and she wanted nothing to do with me.

I was shaken from my thoughts as the waitress returned with our drinks and pizza. Scarlett's eyes widened at the sight of pizza, and she immediately grabbed a piece from the tray. I chuckled at the sight, and her head snapped up, a small smile playing across her lips. Her cheeks reddened.

I grabbed a slice of pizza and shoved a huge bite into my mouth, suddenly starving. I gasped as the hot cheese and grease burned my mouth and I spit the pizza back out onto the plate. I felt heat rush to my cheeks and I prepared myself for a disgusted outburst from Scarlett. But when I looked up from my plate, she was doubled over with  laughter, clutching her sides as she giggled.  I flushed with relief and embarrassment and couldn't stop myself from laughing with her.

When we finally stopped laughing, she smiled at me, amusement still in her eyes. "Pizza a little hot, Harry?" She teased. I smiled back. leaning down to blow on my pizza in attempt to cool it off. I noticed she hadn't touched her slice since she had plopped it on her plate. She clearly had realized the pizza would've been hot. C'mon Harry.

~Scarlett's POV~

I giggled again as Harry blew on his pizza. The look on his face when he spit out his bite had been priceless and the laughter seemed to have calmed the tension between us. Thank goodness.

I noticed a few people staring at us from across the room. well more like, staring at Harry. The popstar had been spotted. It was a fairly big restaurant, and news seemed to be spreading fast that Harry Styles was in the building.

I glanced at Harry, but he seemed oblivious as he attempted another bite of his pizza. "Harry!" I hissed, and motioned towards the people staring. His eyes widened as he chewed his pizza.

"Shit.." he muttered after he'd swallowed hit bite. "Uh, Scarlett, I think we should go, I don't want to put you through this.. we can bring the pizza..." he whispered and I smiled. He was sweet.

"Yeah, let's go," I agreed and I grabbed a to-go box near from the counter by the door. "Harry Styles!" I heard a girl shriek. Crap. Harry snatched the box from my hands and slid the pizza off the tray into the box. He tossed a twenty on the table, not giving me a second to protest over splitting the tab. He grabbed my hand and we were out the door.

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We slumped down onto the grass under a tree, now back a the Boston Common. Harry flung open the pizza box, grabbed a slice, and lay back on the grass. I didn't argue. We had practically ran back here to avoid the mob, and I hadn't eaten all day, I was starving.

I lay back next to Harry,  making sure I wasn't to close. "That was crazy." I said with a sigh.

He laughed slightly, "That, was nothing believe me." he answered. He was probably right, he had more experience in that sense.

We lay there for a while, eating pizza and enjoying the shade from the sun. My kind of date. Then I was brought to the question again, was this a date?  As much as I didn't want it to be, I reluctantly admitted to myself that it was. I didn't want a relationship. I was perfectly happy being single, not having to constantly worry about someone else liking me or going on dates and that sort of stuff. I looked over at the playground I had seen earlier, suddenly longing to be that carefree again.

"I wish I could be little again, just for one day," I wondered aloud before I could stop myself. Harry looked up, following my gaze to the playground to our right.

"Who says you can't?" he said, grabbing my hand again,(he really had to stop doing that), and pulling me up in the direction of the playground.

"What are we doing?" I giggled as he tossed the pizza box onto a picnic table as we reached the playground. He smirked and dragged me over to a ladder between two big slides.

"We're gonna race, of course." he said as if it were obvious. I laughed and followed him as he scrambled up the ladder to one of the slides.

"Ready?" He said, smiling wildly at me from the opposite slide. I noticed little kids staring at us with big eyes, probably wondering what we were doing.

"Ready!" I called back.

"GO!" he yelled and I swung myself forward onto the slide. I shrieked with laughter as I bounced around the twist and turns of the slide before flying off the end next to Harry, both of us laughing uncontrollably.

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