Ellie Hoover

I sat quietly on Harry’s left side as he drove us to an unknown location. He had been talking for the past forty minutes about what? I had no idea. I had absolutely no idea where we were headed and to be honest, I had planned on staying in the house all day, sulking in my pajamas and trying to get some type of work done. I didn’t know what to do with myself so far away from the warehouse, so far away from basically my entire life. I had been waiting for a call since I had left revealing something had gone wrong in Seattle. I was so worried; the business was like a child, so much work had to be put in but at the end of the day it was all worth it.

Harry was still talking. I was sure by the time I got back to Holmes Chapel, I would be borderline deaf. I didn’t know how someone could talk the entire forty minute car ride. He was worse than Kelsey at that point. Was he really talking about much or was he just talking about the same thing for so long because he talks so slow? I accidently let out a laugh, causing Harry to stop talking and face me for a second before looking back to the road ahead.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, genuinely concerned. Oh crap, I thought. Was he talking about something serious?

“Oh, uh. Nothing. Nothing at all. Are you going to tell me where you are taking me?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Don’t worry. We will be there soon enough.”

“As long as drugging or killing me is not in your plans, I think I will be fine.”

“Damn. How did you know my plans?” He smirked, dimples apparent.

“Like I said before with your car. You are predictable.”

“Oh, so you’ve got be all figure out?”

“Exactly,” was all I could respond with.
We started to enter town and I was able to see a sign that read ‘Welcome to Liverpool.’

“Ah, you’re taking me to Liverpool?” I asked.

“Birthplace of the Beatles,” Harry nodded. “We came up about four times after we begged Beth to take us constantly.”

I nodded, not sharing any of the memories.

“But,” Harry started again. “This will be a first I guess for you.” He smiled mischievously.

Once we got deeper into town, Harry found a bare spot and parked the car. Before I could even get my seatbelt off, Harry had already reached my door, opening it and watching me intently.

“Yes?” I asked uncomfortably.

“I’m waiting for you to take your first step in Liverpool,” he smiled and held his hand out for me to step down out of the colossal car. I placed my four fingers in his large and noticeably soft hand and jumped down. He smiled, showing his dazzling teeth, discernibly ecstatic at my ‘first’. I wondered if he would be like this all day…
We continued to walk down the cobblestone sidewalk in the city. The city wasn’t much different from a city I could visit in the States; it was just British. So maybe it was a lot different.

We were still walking hand in hand as Harry pulled me into a building. I wasn’t sure where we were walking in; I was too focused on remembering my surroundings, streets lined with stone and brick buildings that were carefully built too many years ago. I finally took a look forward at Harry once he left my hand feeling bare without his touch. He had his wallet in hand and I was finally able to get my mind back to the real world to realize he was paying for tickets. I wanted to stop his hand from giving the man behind the counter his money, but I knew Harry enough from that past week he wouldn’t have it. I knew he would insist of paying, but I figure I could pay for something before he got the chance sometime in the day or in the rest of the trip.

Once he discarded his leather wallet in his coat pocket, his had reached back for mine, instantly warming mine at the contact. He led me further to the back of a line alongside the brick wall. I finally looked around me and I could feel my smile uncontrollably making its way to my ears and my face reddening from my pale complexion.We were at The Beatles Story.
I looked back at the man towering in front of me, already staring intently at my reaction with a smile poking through.

“Harry, I love museums and the Beatles. Thank you.”

“Another first,” he remarked.

I rolled my eyes and we took small steps forward as the line progressed.

“Excuse me.” We turned around to hear a small voice coming from behind us. “Can I take a picture with you?” A small girl asked with her full attention hanging on Harry. Her brown eyes were wide in awe and surrounded by a pink tinted face. I could see she was shaking nervously, but it was adorable. I had totally forgotten that Harry was Harry Styles, internationally known and adored by many.

“Of course,” he gave a Harry Styles smile and bent down to her height, releasing my hand from his grip.

“What’s your name?” Harry asked.

“Isabella, but I like Ella,” the small brown haired girl managed to get out.

“Hmm, well Ella, this is crazy because my best friend here is Ellie. You two have similar names. This is her first time at the museum. Your first as well?” Ella snuck a glance up at me in awe and nodded her head.

“My parents love the Beatles,” she responded looking back at her parents looking graciously at Harry for most likely making this moment the time of their young child’s life.

“We do too! How about that picture?” He asked.

She nodded and slowly walked in to his arm he had already opened up to capture her for the picture. Ella’s mother saved the moment on her phone and Ella quickly gave Harry a hug before running back to the feet of her father.

“Thank you so much. That meant the world to her,” Ella’s mom told Harry. “You two are too cute.”

He simply nodded with the biggest smile on his face. After we made our turn to the front of the line and started walking into the museum, Harry turned to the family behind us.

“Have an amazing time, Ella. Lovely to meet you,” he spoke out. His fingers laced with mine, fitting smugly in between the space. I felt comfortable and for the first time I felt something I couldn’t describe.

“Another first,” I whispered.

“What was that?” Harry asked, clearly knowing what I had said.

“Nothing,” I smiled up at him, willing myself to look into his eyes. They were still an intense shade of green but glossed over with a sheen of what believe was happiness. He deserved happiness.

Once again, Harry led me as we started exploring through the museum of incontestable joy surrounded with history of timeless memories of four men.

Notes

Okay. Thank you so much for reading. I am so sorry I haven't been able to update. Life has been crazy lately. But yesterday was my last day of full time work so I should be giving you guys more uniformed updates. Give me feedback. I don't want t make this story something you all will hate.

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