Harry & Grace [H.S]

The Bagel Shop

I made my way through the final path on my run through Central Park. My AirPods ironically blasting Harry's album. It was a good beat to run to and I would be a liar if I didn't admit how much I liked his music.

Slowing to a stop in front my favorite bench, I take a seat, catching my breath. I had ran longer than usual today, but I couldn't shake the amount of energy I had. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, sitting back and watching the people walking and running in front of me.

My phone began ringing, and I looked down to see Harry was calling. I couldn't help the stupid smile on my face, quickly shaking it away as I answered.

"Well, well, I never expected Mr. Harry Styles to follow the three day waiting period before calling a girl." I said, still catching my breath.

"I like to make them squirm a bit." He joked and I laughed, "Why do you sound like you just ran a marathon?"

"Because I basically did. Well a half marathon at least." I said looking around.

"Oh, where are you?"

"Central Park, middle of the Mall."

He chuckled. "Cheetah print leggings, black sports bra?"

I raised an eyebrow and looked around, until I spotted him, waving at me, "I knew you were a stalker."

He laughed making his way over, "I'm not I swear, I run here every morning. As you know, most New Yorkers do." He teased and hung up as her got closer to me.

He plopped down on the bench next to me. His shirt was clinging to his sweaty body, his hair up in a sloppy miniature bun. I couldn't help the fire that ignited in my lower stomach, seeing his body and remembering how much better it looked with no clothes on. I licked my lips, quickly looking away.

"Have you eaten yet?" Harry asked.

"No, there's a bagel shop I like just up the way. I was going to grab that and a coffee." I turned back to him, "Care to join? Or is there another waiting period?"

I teased and he chuckled, letting his hair out of its sad excuse of a bun, brushing his finger through it, "I can make an exception."

I rolled my eyes and laughed slightly, "I feel ever so honored."

We got up and walked down the Mall towards the bagel shop, stopping only to buy cold waters from a young man selling them on the side.

It was crazy to me, how many New Yorkers were walking past so clueless as to who he was. I could only imagine why he liked being here. It was easy to blend in.

"How long are you here for?" I asked, after taking a long sip of my water.

"A bit, I got a couple weeks off before my tour overseas. This is just the easiest place to hide out."

I nodded, "I figured."

"So, what do you do, Miss....what is your last name?" He asked narrowing his eyes.

"You're already giving off stalker tendencies, I'll keep my last name to myself." We both laughed and he nodded.

"Alright. Fair. So what is it you do then Grace?"

I smiled and looked straight ahead, "I run social media for Teen Vogue, for like, three years now."

"Impressive."

"Thanks. Vogue is my goal, but it's going to take time. I'll get there though. I've met Anna a couple times, so I can only hope. I was actually covering the Met the year you hosted. It was my first big event." I smiled small at him.