Redemption

Spencer's POV

"So am I allowed to know where we are going now?", I asked nervously as we made our way through check in and security before sitting down in the waiting seats, boarding area. We have 20 minutes until our flight took off.
"It's a surprise", Harry smirked, taking my hand in his and resting them in my lap. His thumb drew circles, that made my heart flutter weirdly. What on Earth?
"W-Why not?", I asked.
"Because I want it to be a surprise", he states, talking about it being a surprise for like the 4th time.
"I hate surprises", I say.
"I know", Harry smirks again.
"Please tell me. I really don't want it to be a surprise", I say. I wriggle closer, before thinking and squeeze his hand. "Please?"
Harry sighs deeply before speaking with a tiny smirk, "I will tell you", he says and I grin, "But first...", he starts.
Oh god. There's a but.
"I want you to do something for me", he says.
"A-And what w-would that be?", I asked, growing nervous.
"I want you, in front of all these people who know who both of us are to kiss me"
Kiss him? In front of everyone here who are staring at us like we have two heads.
People are giving me looks of sympathy and Harry looks of craziness. As if they were saying, 'You know her parents are two of the most recognisable and powerful people in London, don't you?'
I didn't want to kiss him. But I really wanted to know where we are going to be living. Luckily it was out of the country. To be honest, I'm quite sick of staying in London all the time.
"O-Okay", I whisper. Harry's eyes lit up and he smiled.
I slowly and awkwardly leaned in, closing my eyes and giving him a quick peck. As I began pulling away, Harry's hand cupped my neck, "Like you mean it, Spencer"
So I re-leaned in and did what I was supposed to.

I could feel the stares and looks of disbelief. And it made me smirk into the kiss.
I was no longer seen as the quiet shy girl of a stuck up rich family.
People would always give me looks of sympathy because they knew I was nothing like my family.
But my parents made it clear to the entire city that I was in fact their daughter by throwing me an extremely huge 16th birthday party with people I didn't even know.



I pulled away, looking into Harry's eyes as he smiled and took hold of my hand again. "New York", he says. "I know you like the city and bright lights. And when we get there, the first thing we are doing is looking for a place to live. I was thinking, something with a nice view"
I wanted to squeal. I was so happy that we were going to be living there. In the big city. The city that never sleeps.
I giggled and squeezed his hand. "But it get's better", he smiles.
"What?", I say, happier than ever.
"I know you like Paris too. So I decided that for Christmas, we will go over there. After we find a place to live in New York, we will find one for Paris. And then for New Years, we will fly back to New York because they say its the best place to be for that time of year. I suppose you don't want to be around your family for a while"
I nodded, "It's going to be amazing"






We had our own private room in the plane. It had a Queen size bed, a private bathroom and a little table to sit at and a two seater lounge.
It was quite nice.
"Do you like it?", Harry asked, sitting beside me on the bed.
I nodded my head eagerly, "Yes"
"Good", Harry said before crashing his lips onto mine.












And it felt good.

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