Harry kicked the rocks beneath his feet as we paced back and forth across the pavement. I watched as he bounced from block to block without touching the cracks between them.
“Why do you do that?” I asked.
He looked up from the ground, “Do what?” he smiled
“You’re missing all the cracks on the sidewalk.” I replied.
He shrugged, “Guess I don’t want to break my mum’s back.”
I punched his shoulder, “What a sarcastic remark, ass.”
He laughed, “Wasn’t that the most obvious answer?”
“I guess it was.”
“Pretty idiotic question too!” He teased.
I gave him a shove, “Now you’re just being downright fucking cruel to me.”
We both shared a laugh. For the longest time, it seemed, we didn’t even say a word to each other. We just walked side by side and enjoyed the view that London had to offer for us. I’ll be honest, I was mesmerized. Harry was taking me to places I didn’t know where even in the city.

*****
“Well, Mitchie,” Harry said after we walked for nearly half an hour, “you seem like a pretty interesting girl.”
“Is that a good thing?” I asked him.
“You’re different.” He smiled.
“Okay, what the actual hell does that mean?” I laughed.
He smiled, “It means I like you. I would believe that is a good thing, Miss.”
I looked down at my feet, “Good. Most people don’t like me.”
“Huh? Explain this fuckery.” Harry demanded.
We began to walk back towards the flat again as I spoke, “Most people think because I’m living with my mother, and my father left, means that I’m a stick in the mud.”
“Is your mother a bitch or something?” He asked.
“Oh no!” I exclaimed, “My mother is the best. It’s just..after my mother figured out she had cancer, and my dad left, many people said I wasn’t me anymore.”
Harry stopped himself and I, and turned to look at me, “I’m so sorry, Mitchie.” He said.
“It isn’t your fault. People get sick. People leave.”
‘No one should have to endure that kind of pain, though.” He assured me.
“It’s not a big deal, really. I don’t want people to feel sorry for me because of that.”
“I’m sorry because you were hurt, and didn’t have someone to listen to.” He told me.
I looked at him, “Dude, this isn’t a cheesy pick up line movie.”
“I know.” He said.
“Don’t feel sorry for me then.”
“I’ll feel sorry if I want to. It won’t kill you.” He said as he pulled me into a hug.
As soon as he pulled me in, I pulled myself back out of the hug, “Woah.”
“What’s the matter?” He asked.
“I’m, I’m just not comfortable with this right now.”
Harry let out a sigh, “Alright. Well, can I at least walk you to your room?”
“Don’t you have to get going?” I asked.
“The boys and I will be staying with Zayn for about a week or two before we move into a hotel for the next while.”
“Well, this is the first time I’ve heard about this.” I said.
He looked at me, “Did you not know that?”
“No, remember Cierra keeps me out of everything until the last minute!” I shouted.
Harry flinched, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you didn’t know.”
“Whatever,” I said, “it isn’t your fault.”
Before I could even put together a thought, I felt Harry try to move in for a kiss. I pulled my body away, “I’m sorry, no. Just no.” I said as I ran up to my room.
As I shut my door, I heard him yell, “God dammit!”