*Sierra‟s POV*It‟s been two weeks since we all went onto the yacht, even though it feels like a lifetime. This is
mostly because neither Courtney nor I have been able to see the boys, since they are super busyrecording the new album.I move lazily around the apartment, with a big box of donuts in my hands, trying to findsomething to do.Courtney, it seems has made FRIENDS, leaving me alone for the day.
I decide to call Harry, knowing it‟s his day off.
Harry: Hey babe. How are you?
Sierra: Oh good, good. However Court has left me all alone for the day so it‟s just me, myself,
and I here at the apartment.
Harry: Oh, you know it‟s my day off. I could come over?Sierra: No, no, no! Let‟s go somewhere. Hey! Do you want to come with C
ourtney and metomorrow to play some badminton? Maybe have a picnic afterwards? Ask Niall too!Harry: Yeah! I think that would be loads of fun! But about today, we could go on a walk?
Sierra: Sure! Let‟s meet at the park ok? See you soon!
I quickly pull on some appropriate clothes to wear for walking around town with the one andonly Harry Styles.I choose jeans, black boots, a light pink V-neck shirt, and a cream colored leather jacket. I grabmy phone and some cash, and then run out the door, fast walking to the park.When I arrive, I see Harry sitting on a bench- his eyes are closed and his curls are blowing softly
in the wind. I walk over to him and sit on his lap, kissing him softly. “Hi hun.” I say to him,
“Sierra! Babe I‟ve missed you!” Harry practically screams. I laugh at his silliness then pull him
off the bench, intertwining my hand with his.As we walk I notice quite a few teenage girls falling over themselves to get a picture of Harry,
but he doesn‟t seem to notice. “Harry, babe.
Why don‟t you take a few pictures with those girlsover there? I don‟t mind.” I whisper to him so the small group of fans won‟t hear.“Are you sure?” he asks me. “Positive!”
I say.We make our way over to the girls and I swear they all stop breathing. I laugh to myself,knowing this is how I would have reacted to the boys when I was their age.
“Hello girls! How are you today?” harry asks in a cheery tone. Instead of answering, all the girls
just stand there, completely star-struck.
“Would you like Harry here to sign anything for you?” I ask them nicely.“We… we, uh… uhm, don‟t have any pens.” One
of the girls says. I smile nicely at her and
rummage through my purse, find a sharpie and hand it to Harry. „Go on, Harry.” I prompt him,
pushing him forward.The girls get their shirts signed and I then take a picture of each of the girls with Harry, each onedying of excitement.
Once we‟re done we both wave and smile and Harry gives them a wink, which sends them off
the edge- they erupt in a fit of screams and giggles.
“They were cute.” I say.“Yeah, real cute. Not as cute you though!” He says laughing.“Oh stop. I think it was really nice of you to do that. It makes them so happy. Trust me I would