Be Like You

I gripped Harry’s hand tightly as we made our way through the paparazzi at the LAX airport; how they ever figured out when and where I was amazed me.

“Is it always like this?” he asked amused when we finally made it to my car.

“Yes” I muttered as I made my way towards my apartment; Meagan insisted on taking a later flight home wanting to spend some time with her uncle before coming home.

Looking over at Harry I laughed at his facial expression as he looked out the window; seeing that it was his first time in the city, “Babe. Can we please go out tonight?” he begged.

“If you’re not tired from jet lag we can go out to dinner” I agreed, we had just been on a plane for eleven hours straight and I didn’t know how he’d be once we actually were in my apartment.

Once we actually made it home he was zonked out, his face against the window; we’d hit rush hour and took longer to get to my place than it usually did. Grinning I flicked his cheek as I unbuckled myself and pressing the automatic button to open the trunk.

“Come on Haz, you can sleep upstairs all you want” I murmured waking him up; after I managed to get him up long enough to walk from the parking garage to the elevator he was finally conscience of where we were.

“How are you not tired?” he asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes as I opened the door to my apartment.

“Because, I get to see my baby” I squealed as I my leg was attacked by my little fur ball that I was attached to, “Mommy missed you” I cooed letting Lucas lick my face all he wanted.

Harry just laughed at me before looking around the apartment, his eyes widening as he looked at the balcony doors; the main reason I bought this place was the view I got. The
balcony gave you an entire view of the Hollywood sign.

Setting Lucas down I took our luggage to my room, setting my alarm to go off an hour before we would leave for dinner. I managed to convince Harry to take a nap; he wasn’t used to jet lag and I knew he would be miserable at dinner.

Waking up half an hour before my alarm was to wake us up; I started organizing my room a bit. When I left for England I didn’t think anyone would be returning with me so the room was a mess. Random under garments everywhere, shoes thrown left and right.

Looking at my purses that weren’t hanging I shook my head as I started putting everything away. Making my way to the living room I noticed that even the kitchen was messy. Thanking god for my OCD on cleaning I started putting away the clean plates and boxes of cereal.

Taking a double take to make sure the apartment was somewhat organized I headed back to my room to get ready for dinner; I was taking him to my favorite Italian restaurant in the
middle of the city. The only downside of the restaurant was that it was always mobbed by paparazzi.

Grinning I shook Harry’s shoulder softly; he had a bit of drool escaping his mouth. His curls everywhere making me smile, after another few minutes of murmuring at him he finally grumbled about waking up and swatting my hand away as I continued to poke his face.

A shriek escaped my lips as he pulled my arm and jerking me on top of him, before he quickly flipped us over so he was hovering above me, “It’s not nice to wake up your guest” he muttered, his breath hitting my face.

“Tell me about it stud” I smirked, stealing a kiss before pushing him off and making my way to the bathroom connected to my room, “now get ready! We leave in twenty minutes”.

“Harry you can’t honestly take longer on your hair then me” I complained, taking the hair brush from him.

“But the curls make you love me” he chuckled kissing my cheek before turning off the bathroom light; leaving me in the dark as he walked towards the front door.

“Ready for the cameras?” I asked amused as we pulled into the restaurant door; the valet walking to my door to park the car.

“Do I have a choice?” he retorted playfully as I got out of the car, the paparazzi hadn’t paid attention to my car until I got out and made my way to Harry’s side, taking his hand and
pulling me into the restaurant quickly.

“That was scary” he muttered as we were seated, I grinned as we got my favorite table that gave you a perfect view of the ocean.

“Wait till we leave” I warned him with a grin as I looked at the menu, “And remember, no drinking here”.

“Yes mum” he murmured looking at the menu.

Smirking I looked at him, “I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t do certain things to your mom that you've done to me”

He was opened his mouth to reply only to shut it once someone came up to our table calling my name, I grinned standing up to hug him, “Austin! What are you doing here? I thought you were filming?”

“We’re on break; Ashley had a family emergency; so the producers let us go for two weeks. I leave on Sunday”

Harry coughed interrupting our conversation; reminding me that he was here; “Austin meet
Harry, Harry this is Austin.” I introduced them, “Harry, Austin here helped me out when I first moved to L.A. a few months ago” I explained grinning, an idea coming to my head, “Why don’t you join us for dinner? Or are you here with somebody?” I asked.

“I don’t want to impose, it seemed like you two were on a date” he rejected the offer shaking his head.

“It’s no problem, really! Right Harry?” I asked looking over at him, he only nodded; intrigued by the menu.

“I mean if you insist” Austin shrugged his shoulders and sat in one of the two empty chairs, “So how was England?”

“It was great actually, I got some shopping done and I convinced Harry to come back with me” I noted taking a drink of my water, Austin sending me a look when he noticed I had ordered water.

“And you two knew each other before the trip?” he asked Harry; including him in the conversation.

Harry nodded, “Yeah, we dated a few months back and split up, but we got back together a few days ago” he pronounced clearly.

Nodding Austin made the connections, looking at Harry before looking at me and sending me another look before bringing up sports, “You play?”Harry asked interested.

“I used to for my school but acting’s been getting in the way. But I’ve heard loads about your band. Sorry to hear about the finale” Austin referenced to the X-Factor just two days ago.

A few hours later and goodbye hugs, Harry and I made our way to the car to go home.

“So what did you think about Austin?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the road.

“He’s alright” he muttered looking at his phone.

“You okay?” I murmured hearing his tone.

“Just peachy” retorting sarcastically, I shook my head before stopping at the red light;
“What’s wrong?”

“First night in L.A and you flaunt one of your boy toys in my face?” he inquired upset.

“Austin is not one of my boy toys” I muttered letting him know, “And if it makes you feel better, he has a girlfriend”.

His head snapped up, "he has a girlfriend?" he asked curiously.

“Yeah, Ashley Tisdale; he’s a fan of blondes. Which clearly I’m not” I referenced to my dark chocolate locks.

Groaning he took my hand, rubbing his thumb over it; “I’m sorry. I just hate knowing you’re surrounded by successful guys in this city while I’ll be in England” he apologized, “It doesn’t help that he was all over you during dinner”.

“Harry! He was not all over me, for gods sakes. Ashley’s a good friend of mine and I wouldn’t do that to her” I exclaimed pulling my hand away from his, “And you don’t think I have a
problem with you in London? Fashion capitol of the world with breath taking, gorgeous
models everywhere?

“But they’re not you” he attempted to comfort me as I parked into the garage.

“Same for you; no one else has these curls” I giggled pulling on his hair as I turned to him looking at him straight in the eyes, “You’ve got to trust me on this. I wouldn’t want anyone else but you” I murmured.

Pressing his lips against mine I smiled into the kiss, “Meagan doesn’t get home till tomorrow night” reminding him, he wasted no time in getting out of the car and rushing me to the elevator.