"Beth? Are you ready?"

I don't know. If I'm honest. I don't know if I'm actually ready to basically go out on a date with Harry. And it's not because I don't want to. Because I do. I really, really, really do. But, because I have no idea who he is, or what I'm feeling. It's ridiculous and hypocritical because I had no fucking problem making out with him an hour ago, or sleeping in the same damn bed every night. I'm a horrible person, who can't decide what she wants.

"Okay. I'm ready. Let's go." I'm totally 100 percent not ready. Not, at all.

His eyes rake up and down my body, and I instinctively feel the need to curl into myself. "Your bottoms are too short." He whines, and okay. What? Well that was unexpected. My bottoms are too short? My bott-shorts, my shorts (because they're shorts, not bottoms. Who the hell says bottoms?) are not that short. They're high waisted and a completely appropriate length. Yes. Appropriate. Thank you very much. My mouth is open in surprise and my eyebrows are furrowed. I probably look foolish, and laughable. But what do you expect. He literally just said that my 'bottoms' are too short. "Don't look at me like that. Your bottoms are too short." And there it is again. I shrug and grin back at him. He rolls his eyes, and reaches out, grabbing a belt loop and pulling me in. "You are going to be the death of me." He groans and kisses me quickly, and oh, we're doing that now? Oh. Okay. He lets me go, and walks over to the bed placed in the middle of the room. He picks up his phone, quickly clicking on the screen and then looking up.

"Alright?" He smiles lazily. He looks so warm and cuddly. I just want to grab him and drag him back to bed and sleep for the next hundred years.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Ready?" I ask smiling.

"Yes, but first I have a few rules," I pull a face, that makes Harry chuckle and shake his head. "Hey you can either agree to my simple, yet necessary requests. Or we can stay here and watch Mulan for the fifth time this week?" I close my eyes titling my head back. Was he serious? I thought they said I was nineteen. Not four. But okay, I'd rather agree to his rules than stay here and watch Mulan, no matter how much I really love the movie. And I really do like it. But if I watch Mulan sing Reflections one more time I'm going to shove my head through the television.

"Fine, fine. What are your simple, yet necessary request?" I reply sarcastically, walking out of the room. There's no point in looking for my own phone. Because I don't have one, I think. Harry falls into step next to me. He grabs my hand inside his and clasped them together swinging them in between us. "First, you can't stray too far from me okay?" I nod, because that's not so bad. I'm not an idiot. I wouldn't just go off on my own, in a foreign country. "Keep your head down okay? There's going to be a lot of people with cameras. Ignore them and the screaming girls. Don't pay attention to what they yell okay? They don't matter, and neither do their opinions." I don't realize I'm tense and that we've stopped, until Harry's stroking my cheek and we're standing a few inches from the door. He's giving me a considering look he always gets when I'm too quiet, for his liking. "We don't have to go. We can stay here and watch crappy Telly, while we eat, until we're three times our size." He suggests quietly. It's enough, and it has me placing a small kiss on the side of his mouth. I shake my head no though.

"No, I'll be fine. You'll be there." Harry's smile is blinding and adorable.

"I will be." He promises with a small kiss. And right. We do that now. "And the final thing I need you to do is the most important. I need you to promise me, that if It gets to be too much you'll tell me so we can come back and you can rest okay? Promise?" I nod and smile at him. How bad could it be anyway. We're just going out and exploring. Doesn't sound too difficult. With a final kiss, (because yes, we kiss now and it's wonderful), he pulls away and we walk to the back door. We smile gratefully at Paul as he holds the door open. He walks us to an expensive looking car, opening the door again and waiting for us to get in, before he closes the door and walks to the driver's side.

"That wasn't so bad."

"That's because we went out the back, love. My rules still apply."

Oh, okay.

Oh.

He reaches behind him opening a secret compartment and pulling out two small bags. He hands me one and motions for me to open it. Sunglasses? "What are these for?" I ask taking them out and admiring the black glass. They're sleek and expensive. I look over and notice that Harry has the same ones. Except his look a bit manlier. Well, alright then. He puts his on and grins boyishly at me. "They're a bit of a disguise,really." I laugh and put the ones that were handed to me on.

I can do this. I can do th-

"We're here. Stay close. There's a bit of a crowd."

I can't do this.

Even without the door being open I can already hear the chanting. It's loud, and a tiny bit terrifying. Or a lot. "We can still go home?" He asks, giving my hand a squeeze. But I can't keep living inside a hotel room. Not if I expect to regain my memory anytime soon.

"It's fine. We're already here....wherever we....where are we?"

He giggles and sighs. "We're out exploring." I laugh because I know that look. I think.

"You have no idea where we are do you?"

"Not a clue. No." He smiles up at me, like it doesn't matter. And I don't think it does, because for the first time we're both lost. The doors open and the screaming gets louder. Almost to the point where I want to block my ears childishly. But I can do this. I can totally do this. "Stay close, love. Keep your head down." He gets out and holds his hand out for me to take it. I breath in quickly and grab it letting him drag me out into the public, and shit. Complete, fucking shit. It's not a crowd or a few people. That fucking liar. It's a fucking mob. A huge mob. Paul whispers something in Harry's ear. Harry nods and gives my hand a squeeze. I don't have to question the reason behind Harry asking me to keep my head down, because now I have my head down like it's glued to the floor. "I'm here." Harry reminds me for the millionth time, pulling me along side him as we walk around the streets. The mob is no longer surrounding us, but it's still behind us. Great.

Fucking great.

Germany is lovely. It's homey and bright. It's not too hot, and it's not freezing. It's nice.

"This place is amazing." I gush out. It's a wonder Harry doesn't spend all of his time out here. I would.

"It is." Harry smiles down at me. I manage to ignore the intrusive paparazzi and fans who seem to have no boundaries. We walk around and I don't know how long it's been, really. Probably a few minuets, and then again maybe it's been an hour. When Harry's around time literally seems disappear. It's weird and really nice. When I look at Harry I'm a bit surprised to see his gaze already on me. We stare at each other for a moment. Harry reaches over and rubs my bottom lip with his thumb. He tugs me closer until my front is pressed against his. My arms snaking around his neck and all thoughts of the cameras and rowdy fans, are completely gone. "You're perfect." He mumbles with a smile. I can feel my face heat up, and I know it has, by the way Harry's grin grows. Well, fuck.

There's something about Harry. I don't know what it is. But something about him, is just so right.

Maybe it's his smile.

Maybe it's the way he kisses.

Maybe it's just him.

With his perfect, imperfections. He's just Harry. And maybe that's what I love most.
"Thank you." I mutter embarrassed. He kisses me quickly and the flashes seem to grow brighter. Almost blinding. Shit. "I'm hungry." I tell him sheepishly. He laughs with his head back. The laugh is perfect, and happy, and it always makes me smile.

"Let's go have lunch then. Hmm?" I nod, because yes. Lunch sounds perfect, and I'm hungry. So freaking hungry. I pull away and look up my eyes connecting with an older man. But it's not just a stranger. No, fuck no. A stranger wouldn't be making my heart beat furiously or making my hands tremble, I wouldn't be acting like a scared chihuahua. This isn't a stranger, not matter how much I wish it was. I would recognize that greying hair anywhere. Amnesia or not. That man who is smiling like nothing's wrong is my father. The same man who's idea of a punishment was marking my cheek with his hand or shoving me to the floor. Oh Jesus's, fuck. He's looking at me and shit. I wish the ground could swallow me whole.

So many questions are going through my mind right now.

Why was he here?

Why is he looking at me smiling?

Why does he hate me?

"Let's go love." Harry says firmly. His body is tense and his hand is squeezing mine tightly. His eyes are hard on my father and if looks could kill my father would be ten feet under. I turn with him, still completely stunned. "Was that....oh fuck....why is he here?"

"Beth!"

My eyes go wide and my body refuses to move. Harry stops In front of me cupping my cheek. I'm happy he understood that there was no way I'd be moving. Not when my mind was in shock and my body seemed paralyzed.

I can hear his foot steps until they're gone and I can feel him behind me. I feel small and afraid. Oh fuck, first Lilly, and now my father? I'd rather deal with the rabid fans.

"Hello Bethany."

I gulp and turn around facing my worst nightmare. "Dad."

Notes

I'm excited.