*Gaby's POV*

I sat on the loveseat, hugging a pillow to my chest while I watched Harry. He stood at the glass window, waving to fans who were waiting on the street. I felt an unintentional smile tugging at the corners of my lips when he did a little dance, shaking his hips back and forth.

"Come here, babe." He turned toward me, gesturing me over to the window. I gave him a look, silently asking if he was sure that was a good idea. He only repeated his gesture and whined, "Come heeereeee!"

I rolled my eyes playfully, smiling as I stood and joined him at the window. I waved the same way I'd been told princesses did; my hand was cupped and I twisted my wrist back and forth in either direction. I even crossed my legs, and pulled my floral skirt up in a curtsey.

I squealed and jumped when a sudden sense of panic washed over me, only to turn into shrieks of laughter when I realized the sensation was Harry's large hands, tickling my sides. "Harry!" I screeched in between laughs, trying to get the words out. I kicked my legs up in an attempt to fall to the floor and out of his torturous hold. It was unsuccessful. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and brought me back over to the couch, dropping me on to the soft cushion.

He returned to his screaming, jealous fans and blew them a kiss, giving them one last wave before closing the blinds.

Harry jumped over the back of the couch, probably trying to land slyly next to me. That's not what happened though. He overshot his target by just a few inches, making his foot slip so he fell and tumbled to the ground with a panicked gasp and curse. "Fuck!" Needless to say, I had never laughed harder in my entire life. Harry stayed seated on the carpet, laughing into the sleeve of his purple Jack Wills hoodie- which was indefinitely adorable on him, something about it making the dimples in his smile even more dominant. After about five straight minutes, I was able to compose myself, though my abs were sore and my heart was still beating faster at the worry of not inhaling enough air due to my frantic giggles.

"You're the cutest thing." I reassured him when he sat back on the couch, either of my hands covering the blush in his cheeks. I leaned forward and tapped my lips to his just one time before releasing him.

"Anyway..." He cleared his throat, "Guess what!"

"What?"

"I'm taking you on a date tonight." He waggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

"Oh, really? And what will do on said date?" I countered, waiting skeptically and playfully with my arms crossed over my chest.

"We're in the heart of New York City, babe. The Big Apple! What aren't we going to do? The possibilities are endless!"

"You dream big, kid." I winked and giggled.

"Kid? I'm two years older than you!"

"A little over two years older. That's not helping my case though."

"A little over? I thought you said you were 16?"

"I am!" I shyed away, hiding my face a little, though I knew he wouldn't be mad given the situation. "Er, I will be... In a couple weeks..."

"When's your birthday then?"

"October 24th." I smiled.

"I'm going to remember that." His expression mimicked mine, and that's the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes, falling into the kiss he was giving me.

*****Later that night******

The rooms in the hotel weren't really specified. I mean, technically speaking, it was supposed to be Taylor and I in one room, Harry and Louis next door, then Zayn, Liam, and Niall in the third. Usually we all kind of just fell asleep where we wanted though, first come first serve. Presently, I was in the room that was supposed to be mine and Taylor's. I hummed as I french braided my bangs back to keep them out of my face, and secured it with a bobby pin. I was wearing a tight, waist high skirt and a loose, flowing crop top, complete with a belt and bracelets. I slid on my shoes right after I heard the closing of the main door outside.

"And we officially have the night to ourselves!" Harry's voice called from through the walls. "You ready yet?"

"Yeah," I replied as I walked out to him, grabbing the most convenient bag to keep my necessities in. "Where are we headed first?" I wondered out loud as we walked out into the crowded streets.

"We're going to get a taxi and head to Broadway." He gave me a cheeky smile.

"Are we seeing something!" I couldn't hide my excitement. I'd always heard about how amazing Broadway shows were, but I would have never thought I'd actually get a chance to see one myself!

"I heard Wicked is quite good, and it's playing tonight."

We giggled in the back of the taxi once it started to drive, pushing and poking each other a few times a minute. The driver smiled back at us frequently, until he finally spoke. "You two are a very sweet couple. I can tell you'll be together for a long time." His Jamaican accent and happy tone sent a wave of sunshine through the small vehicle.

"Yeah?" Harry scooted up to talk to him, his face still in a bright smile. "I hope so. I really like her."

"She really likes you too, mon. I can tell."

"Is he right, Gabs?" Harry looked at me for an answer.

"Maybe," I shrugged, smirking, "Maybe not." The driver, whose name I found out later to be Mike, chuckled, a balanced laugh from Harry and I followed.

"Better not mess this up, Styles." Mike grinned.

Our eyes widened. We hadn't been thinking. "No! You can't know who I am! We're not dating! I swear! As far as you know, Gaby and I are friends! Friends only!" A look of fear was exchanged between the two of us. We needed to be more careful.

"Don't worry." Mike promised. "Your secret is safe with me. You remind me of my high school sweetheart."

"What was she like?" I asked curiously at the expression on Mike's face. Hopefully he was still paying attention to the road, because his mind was someplace else.

"We fell in love real fast, and nobody really understood. We did everything together, simply just because we couldn't get enough. We had jokes, and songs, and memories."

"What happened to her?" Harry's question was hesitant, worried for Mike's reaction.

"Well..." His face broke out in the biggest smile I'd ever seen, "Our first baby is due about nine months from now. We just found out today."

"Awh! Congratulations!" I gushed, continuing with Harry to bombard him with questions about the relationship, his life, and his job for the remaining couple minutes of the drive.

After we looked around Broadway for a reasonable amount of time, and found our seats in the theatre, and continued to laughed, joke, and mess around maybe more than we should've at such an important place. With Harry though, it didn't matter where I was. As long as I was with him, I realized when the lights went down and my head rested perfectly on his shoulder, I would be happy.