Harry got back around seven and we left the house at about eight. He took me to a restaurant near the hotel; it was small and secrete. Neither of us wanted to be spotted by fans tonight so we chose somewhere low-key. It was really romantic; we sat chatting over the candlelit table and stayed until closing. With his arm wrapped around my waist, Harry and I walked back up to the hotel.
In our room we sat on the balcony, the warm night air felt heavenly compared to the bitter cold that we'd left back in London. Tomorrow the boys were making some appearances at various radio stations but they said we could come along and hang around the studios and stuff. Kate was going too so I thought it would be fun; we would be able to go shopping as well afterwards with the boys. That should be interesting considering how much the boys loved clothes, especially Louis, he must have about 20 pairs of shoes at home. We were sitting on the small wicker sofa, lined with cushions and Harry had his arm around me, my head leaning against his shoulder, looking at the amazing view; he turned and looked at me, his emerald eyes sparkling. "Listen Soph, you know how much you mean to me right?"
"Oh course Haz," I answered, turning to look at him. He put his hand to my cheek and pulled me in, I kissed him tenderly, my hands around his neck. His hands began moving their way to my hair and then were on my back, as we got more into the kiss. Breaking apart, I looked into his eyes, near of us breaking the silence. I smiled.
Our fingers entwining we walked inside and changed, climbing into bed. I rested my head on his chest and he lifted my fringe planting a kiss on my forehead. "I love you," I whispered before drifting off to sleep.
"Love you too," he said.
We fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning Harry and I joined the boys for breakfast before heading to the first stop of the day. It was some radio station – quite a big one apparently. Whilst the boys went through the front entrance through the masses of screaming girls, Kate and I went round the back to avoid any crazed or psychotic fans, I was still nervous around the large groups of girls after the last time. We slipped successfully through a back door and found ourselves coming face to face with the guys from management. "Hi Sam, where do you want us to wait?" Kate asked
"Oh, don't worry about waiting, the staff said feel free to explore and you's can just meet us back here in an hour. You can go and talk to some of the girls outside if you want, there's plenty of security so you'd be perfectly safe," he said smiling at me.
"Well, as long as your sure it wouldn't damage there publicity or anything?" I said, not wanting to do anything to danger the boys chances of making it in the States.
"Girls, honestly loads of the fans were asking about you too when the boys came in today?"
"Ok, if you're sure," Kate said heading towards the doors.
The fans were so nice, we stood taking pictures and signing stuff all the time the boys were inside and when they came out and Harry gave me a kiss on the cheek they all aww'd – it was so sweet.
We continued this routine most of the day until around 3 when Sam and the guys said it was ok for us to have free time and go shopping. We went to this huge mall, it was amazing. The boys went to Abercrombie & Fitch and practically bought the entire shop; we went for something to eat and ended up with more bags than we could carry filled with shoes and clothes and I bought some new headphones. The lads got noticed quite a few times but security was always around to help out if needed.
Going back to the hotel I checked my twitter not having been on it for a couple of days because of the trip. Clicking on my mentions I scrolled through, I frowned seeing more people than usual slagging me off. Tweet and tweet of "Leave Harry alone bitch", "You're not even pretty" and "Harry's mine, you whore". A small tear streamed down my cheek, as I scrolled through, I knew I should stop reading or that I shouldn't care but I just couldn't. They had no reason to be saying these things I couldn't understand why they would say it. We were going home soon so hopefully I could straighten anything out that had maybe been said. Looking up from my phone I realised that Harry had noticed that I was upset. I sniffed, wiping away the tear. "Hey, baby what's wrong?" he said coming over to sit beside me, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Oh, it's nothing, just some haters on twitter," I said switching off my phone.
"Babe, don't listen to them, your perfect and I love you," he stroked my cheek, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
"I love you too," I said.