You and I

Six

"What about paparazzi?" Bella asked as she slipped her arms into the sleeves of a simple black cardigan. Her eyes wandered over Harry's tall figure. Those tight skinny jeans hugging his legs in all the right places, his torso covered with a simple dark blue button-down shirt, rolled up to just below his elbows. His signature black ankle boots sat on his feet, making Bella feel underdressed in her black Converse.

"It's more subdued than it is in the main city. We should be fine." Harry said as he walked out of one of the living rooms. Bella quickly followed him, grabbing her bag off the edge of the large couch, slinging it over her shoulder.

"What if they start taking pictures of us? What do I do? What if they ask me questions? I wouldn't know what to say."

"Bella, love, calm down." Harry stopped when they reached the front door, turning to face her. He jingled his keys in his hand and moved his fingers through his hair. His gaze was gentle and Bella took a deep breath, unclipping the lock of her bag and looking inside to see if she had everything she needed.

"You have nothing to worry about. If a situation like the ones you just described happens, just don't say anything. I'll talk if I have to." Harry declared before popping on a pair of sunglasses and a fedora hat (which suited him very well). He put the key in the door and opened it. Spring sunlight bombarded the both of them. Bella quickly put on her sunglasses to minimise the sun's strong glow and just as she stepped out of the front door, she felt Harry's hand close around her wrist. She looked up at him and even though she couldn't see his eyes, she knew his gaze was soft.

"Everything's going to be OK, alright?"

This moment was another moment when Bella wanted to kiss Harry. His lips looked so kissable, just waiting for it, begging for it. The sunlight complimented his slightly-tanned skin and his brown hair shone, the curls gathering around the base of his neck. He looked so delicious, just like a present waiting to be unwrapped, the promise of a muscular body and smooth skin beneath. Bella nodded at him and his fingers fell away from her wrist.

Harry shut the door behind him before they exited the driveway and out onto the street. He pointed to each house as they walked past, explaining to Bella who lived there and what they were like. She listened intently, trying to not get distracted by his beauty. On the whole 10-minute walk to the café, no-one disturbed them. Not one person. But that was sure to change very soon.

The café Harry led Bella into reminded her of the bakery she worked at back home in Newtown. Behind glass cabinets were various pastries and sweets. On the counter were jars of cookies and chocolates with price tags on them. Above the counter was the menu, brown letters on a pale yellow background. There was tea and coffee, hot chocolate and milkshakes, sandwiches and sausage rolls. The café itself wasn't busy, only about half-a-dozen people sat inside. One of the workers, a middle-aged man, turned around from the coffee machine. Bella assumed he knew Harry well because he welcomed him with a smile.

"Ah, Harry! Good morning, mate."

"Morning, Luke. How are you?" Harry said, approaching the counter, taking his sunglasses off, the fedora hat keeping his hair out of his face.

"I'm very well. Who's this beauty you've got with you?" Luke asked, his eyes moving to Bella. Harry beckoned her forward and placed his right arm around her shoulders.

"This is Bella. She's from Australia."

The worker's eyes lit up.

"Australia, really? Where in Australia?"

"Newtown in Sydney." Bella answered.

"Haven't been there but I've been to the Gold Coast. Beautiful place, Australia. What brings you here to London, Bella?" Luke asked. She was just about to respond but Harry beat her to it.