Hero

The sun is out and beaming down on the big apple today and I can barely contain my excitement at the knowledge of what is to come later on in the evening. In fact, as soon as I felt the sun rays I was out of bed like a shot--which is typically unusual of me as I wake up at 10 ish, but today I was up and dressed at eight thirty.

Right now I'm sat on my favourite spot in the whole boring apartment: the window seat. My nose is pressed against the cool glass as I peer at everything that's happening below me, I can hear chatter, the honking of yellow taxis and the hustle bustle of people late for their shifts and its quite enamouring to watch from above.

"You're up awfully early today," a husky , sleep laden voice cuts through the serene silence of the apartment and I jump not having heard his footsteps approaching. I whip around to see a cute looking Harry with his hair all messy and all droopy eyed.

"Couldn't sleep any longer," I say getting up to make breakfast as I hadn't made it before because it would've gotten cold since Harry was still asleep.

He settled down on the bar, his head thumping forward onto the marble tiredly. I watched in amusement  as his curly hair flopped around him while I started to make some scrambled eggs on toast.

I set everything down once it was ready and we both began to dig in quietly while my thoughts ran circles around my boggled mind. Last night after I kissed Harry he wrapped his leg around mine in a sort of assurance that he understood what I was trying to get across. My cheeks still burn whenever I think about it and I'm happy our little spat is long forgotten about and we are somewhat getting closer, I really would like to be really good friends with Harry considering the only other friend I have is Perrie.

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"I'm coming! Jesus!" I say in exasperation after Harrys fourth call of my name to hurry up in the last 7 minutes, I just barely have finished my makuep and I slip my daisy flower crown on to my head before i slip my shoes on and evacuate the bedroom to a awiating and impaient Harold.

"So impatient," i grumble as we head out, Harry quickly locking the apartment behind us as we both walk down the corridor towards the lift. The lift dings and we step inside, Harry pushes the first floor button and then swiftly intertwines our fingers tugging me closer towards him.

"Don't even think about leaving my side, got it?" He says sternly with his eyebrows raised as if daring me to defy him. I roll my eyes exasperatedly.

"Do I ever?" I ask rhetorically glaring down at our intertwined hands. I don't understand why he has to hold my hand everytime we go out, I mean, if we get attacked spontaneously how are we supposed to defend ourselves with only one hand available? Although holding his hand does make me feel safer and protected and makes my arm tingle but we'll not mention that.

We exit out of the apartment block into the cool air and instead of heading towards his car like I originally thought we head over to what looks like a motorcycle, my jaw drops at what I think is about to happen and I'm digging my heels into the ground and tugging on Harrys hands.

"No. No way in hell." I spit glaring at Harry dead in the eyes. I will not get on that death trap. No, fucking way.

He rolls his eyes as if I am some insignificant pest whining about something petty unlike our safety.

"Don't be a baby. Would I risk it if I didn't deem it safe enough?" He asks me with his eyebrows raised expectantly, I huff frowning at him as I kick a stray pebble. He's right, unfortunately. After all this effort of keeping me safe he's not going to harm me himself, and I know that. But still.

I glare at him snatching my hand away and crossing my arms across my chest in a act of defiance. He also crosses his arms and casually leans against the death cycle.

"It's either the motorbike or nothing," he says smugly wearing a smirk across his pretty face. My jaw falls open at his threat of not taking me to the carnival, what a sly, sly, git. I grind my teeth together angrily before I stomp my foot like a toddler and with a lot of whining and huffing I finally clamber onto it.

He looks over his shoulder and rolls his green eyes in exasperation.

"When you sit like that, it really is a death trap," he snaps at me glaring at the way I'm sat right at the edge with a small amount of space between us. My hands are gripping the sides of the seat tightly but apparently that's not enough.

"I'm perfectly fine." I say stubbornly before turning my head to the side as a clear end to the conversation, I hear him exhale heavily before he starts the engine.

Only seconds later I realise he was right when it jerks forward and I scream almost being thrown off, I shuffle closer  rapidly and wrap my arms around his torso with a vice like grip. I can feel the vibrations of his chest from his amused laughter because of my hands that are interlocked in front of him.

Curse my stubborn nature. My cheeks are ablaze from the slight embarrassment and I dig my face into his back not exactly wanting to watch cars rushing by, it's a stomach churning sight that makes me shiver unpleasantly.

About fifteen minutes later we finally arrive and Harry kicks down the stand and gets off it, immediately taking his helmet off and shaking his hair out, for a odd reason I find Harry driving a motorbike so freaking hot it's unreal. I do the same and he gives me his hand to steady myself as I hop off it. When I turn to face the enterance my jaw drops open as I take in the beautiful sight in front of us, it's truly breathtaking.

The lights shine brightly against the evening sky and the sounds and smells are extremely over whelming. I can hear excited squeals and screams from the rides, I can smell the candy floss and practically taste it, and I can hear bells chiming and tingling from the various games scattered around.

We make out way towards the brightly lit booth that sells the tickets. After Harry pays I squeeze his hand tightly and beam up at him with all of my teeth on display and excitement practically radiating from me as we walk into the big field where it all set up.

A clown who is incredibly tall is wandering around through the throngs of people carrying a bunch of balloons in his gloved hands. He towers over us both and bends down so he can speak to us better.

"A pretty balloon, for a pretty girl," he says cheerfully extending out a hand with the string of a bright Aqua coloured balloon. I eagerly grasp the string in my free hand and thank him as we continue our journey.

I feel Harry shudder beside me as he casts a distasteful look over his shoulder in the direction of the clown. I giggle quietly to myself as I see the uncomfortable expression on his face, I have a feeling a certain Mr Titantuin isn't too fond of clowns.

I look around me deciding what to do first and I know immediately what I want to do as I spot the jungle swings. I brighten up immediately and begin tugging Harry behind me towards the queue of chattering teens. 

(The swings are in the picture above)

"Will you hold onto my balloon please?" I say with a soft pout that I hope will convince him too keep a tight grip on it while on the ride because God knows I won't be able to. He rolls his eyes taking it from my hand putting on a act as if all of my requests are annoying the daylights out of him, although I know that's not the case at all when I see the glint of amusement in his green eyes. I smile largely as the ride comes to a stop and exited carnival-goers get off meaning it's our turn to get on. I'm practically bouncing on the spot with all of my built up energy and excitement.

We get settled into them, mine and Harrys hands detaching for obvious reasons as he ties the string of the balloon tightly to his index finger cleverly.

A cheerful looking girl bobs around checking everyone is secure before it slowly starts up and before I know it we are flying through the air going round in circles, my hair blowing in the cool air as I gaze at all of the blurred lights rushing past us. I admit, I did squeal in happiness.

Once it slows down we climb off with massive grins and windswept hair. I'm surprised as Harry laughs quietly from beside me.

"That was surprisingly pleasant." He comments as if it was a great shock to him that there was actual fun and enjoyment in the world. I had a feeling fun and joy were two words which didn't exist in his dictionary.

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"Ooh! Harry a minion!" I exclaim as I jog over to the stand where you have to knock down the cups to win a prize. It is brightly lit up with lights framing it and hanging all around it are large stuffed animals, action figures, and other dolls and such but right at the top there is a huge minion. I point to it with wide loving eyes just needing to have him in my arms and to take him home with me tonight.

HARRY

This carnival which I had previously been dreading wasn't actually as bad as I had thought, I'd actually had. . Fun? And that was a word I hadn't really used a lot of in the last few years being so caught up with the serious stuff I never managed, or bothered to take a step back and do things like this just for the sake of it. I never had a reason too, but now I did. And that reason came in a small bright eyed, bubbly, and easily overexcited package who was currently tugging my arm and bouncing on the spot as she frantically pointed towards a yellow Minion hanging above one of those shitty games.

It was strange really, seeing her so happy and excited and knowing I was the sole reason to drive that reaction out of her, it made me feel weirdly good? That wasn't people's normal reactions when they were around me, but she was different. I could tell she was crazy happy, I mean, I feel what she feels and it's making me slightly happy too. As I look at her as we both make our way towards the stand I see a huge smile on her face and it makes me want to keep doing things that will keep it there because it suits her.

And I have to admit, how innocently happy she's getting and how childishly she gazes at everything Is kinda cute.

Kinda, maybe.

So with a playful eye roll I give the lady some money and she hands us five balls. I watch as she narrows her eyes in pure determination before launching her first ball. It unfortunately only knocks over 3 of the 6 cups, she hisses a curse before launching the next after the lady had restacked the cups, she frowns sadly when it knocks off 5 only.

"Here, let me," I say as I reach for a a ball and I aim before using my extra ordinary strength and undoubtably all of the cups go flying backwards. I hear Amelia's gasp beside me when the lady asks what I would like and I nod over to that Minion she so desperately wanted, she hands it to me and I pass it to a hopping Amelia.

She can barely contain herself as she spontaneously throws her arms around my neck and squeezes appreciatively. I wrap my arms around he as well and give her a brief squeeze before realising we were both being heavily analysed by the lady who owned the stand. I pull away and take her hand in mine like I always do when we go out, her grip on my hand is tight, but her grip on that yellow thing currently pressed adoringly to her chest is tighter. I have a feeling I'm going to have to learn to share a bed with two now instead of just one.

As I'm pulling her through the chaos i notice a candy floss stand that immediately has a small grin breaking across my face, if there's one thing in the world that can make me smile Its candy floss.
I'm surprised when I see the guy behind it dressed in average clothing and not some fucking ridiculous dress up like all of these other crazy fuckers.

"Hi, how many would you like?" The guys asks Amelia although I'm the one who stood in front of him first, I roll my eyes, my fist clenching by my side. I'm not blind, I know Amelia's innocent beauty could have anyone on their knees, and I've got to admit, she is incredibly attractive. Incredibly.

But that doesn't mean guys can openly flirt with her when I'm standing next to her while holding her fucking hand.

"Just one." I snap before she had a chance to reply. Originally I was going to get two because well there's two of us, but by getting one it'll send the message pretty damn clearly, because it'll mean we'll have to share.

Although there's nothing like that going on, it doesn't mean I can't put up a illusion for horny assholes who just want their way with her.

"Please," Amelia pipes up as she swats at my bicep for being rude presumably. I huff to myself. As if I'm going to be polite to some guys who thinks with his dick and not with his brains.

I hand him his money before I swiftly turn on my heel with Amelia in tow and tug her away from that asshole. Maybe I'm being overprotective but I can't risk anything happening to her. Her safety is my safety and I'm not too fond of her getting hurt anyway, it makes me uncomfortable, which is strange because I don't give a shit when other people get hurt, but I feel like she's so vulnerable and easy to harm that she should stay wrapped up in blankets ️all day.

And now I sound like a fucking pussy rather then Titanium. I shake my head subtly and push all of my oncoming mushy bullshit away and force any emotions away from myself. Emotions are a loophole to my enemy's, which is why I'm the strongest. Because I don't and won't feel emotion.

A/N: Hii! It was going to end up being too long so I've had to split it into two chapters!

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