18.

                                    

                                          
Double Update. 
Please make sure to read chapter 17 before hand :)) !

With Harry's fame and all, our date was restricted to certain parts. Luckily, in this small town, there were no paparazzi only fans. Being with Harry I still have yet to feel the effects of his life.
He hid what he does for a living away from me for a reason. Sometimes, I can't help but think beyond that reasoning. Was hiding it away for my own protection the only reason?
I felt stuck; stuck between a rock and a hard place. I couldn't ask Harry directly, he'd only lie. And it's not like I can ask Bernadette, that's his grandmother. I couldn't burden her like that.
There was always another alternative, the internet. But the internet was a dangerous place. You only get what the media wants you to see; what they want you to believe. And truthfully, I was not comfortable about that.
Last time I was on the World Wide Web, I was told I was chronically ill because of a runny nose. I then saw an article the following day, devastating me, Lady Gaga had passed. It wasn't true, of course. But for a mere twenty-four hours, I believed it to be.
Overall, the internet was not to be trusted.
But, as I get dressed for our date, all the questions and thoughts are simply disregarded. I wasn't sure where Harry planned to take us, nonetheless, I settled for an elegant yet suitable attire; a gradient dress of teal baby blue and mint blue to baby green. 
My shoes were a simple yet classy pearl kitten heel with a single strap across. I plaited my hair as neatly at I could myself. It was a little loose, a few stray strands but it didn't come to mind to care.
Harry arrived five o'clock on the dot. He wore a pair of white trouser and a black button shirt, the top few buttons undone, showing the glimpse of his tattoos and his necklace. The sleeves on either side were rolled to below his elbow, not only showing the work of art but the bracelets that wrap around his wrist.
In the bumble bee yellow car, Harry drove us out of the small town. The whole ride Harry's hand rested on my thigh, only ever taking it off to change gear. 
Harry let me listen to one more of his songs. He randomly selected the chosen song, letting it play through the small speakers of the car. 
Two Ghosts was the first song I'd heard by Harry. And now I listen to another. A dreamy and psychedelic tune with pleading lyrics.
I hum to the tune, bopping my head as I listen intently to the lyrics.
Hoping you'll come around
Just let me know, 
I'll be on the floor, 
on the floor..
Maybe we'll work it out.
As the music continues my heart aches for the talented musician beside me. 
I gotta get better, gotta get better
Soon the car rolled to a stop. 
"Are you carrying out my execution?" I teased at the random area, referring to the first time Harry and I hung out officially in the forrest of Bernadette's backyard.
Harry chuckled, turning the keys to kill the engine. He stepped out, shutting his door before rounding to where I sit. He opened my door and offered me his hand.
With my hand in his, he guided me out the car before intertwining our hands together.
Harry guided us along the grass to where six old and concreted stairs lay between an over grown bush of wild blue and purple bellflowers. 
The further we walked the more I was aware of its abandonment. Its natural flow of growth was beautiful.
Wisteria hang from the tall and large trees, blanketing like a ceiling. Pinks, blues, purples and white colouring.
Strolling and admiring all that is surrounding us, Harry tugged my hand in direction of a hydrangea walk way, branches elegantly curved into an arch and in the centre at the end was a dark copper fountain.
Following where the grass met its end, a gazebo came into view. A single table was placed inside with two chairs.
Once Harry tucked my chair in for me, he then sat across from me. He set out a lunch he packed in preparation, something that has become our own little occurrence.
"Harry it really is beautiful. How did you come across this?" 
We now sat on the grass amongst the stray flowers. Harry sits with his knees raised, picking out single flowers. I sit with my back against Harry's chest, my own legs outstretched between his.
I feel his fingers now playing with my hair as he answers. "I came across it a few years ago. I needed to clear my head, and I didn't realise I'd gotten lost. Only to discover this place."
"Believe it or not, I actually planted most of these flowers. When I first found it, a lot of the plants were damaged or dead. Of course, I haven't been to New Zealand for a while, with the band breaking up and me starting my own label, I simply didn't have enough time."
But what a place it grew to be.