Dinner came, when Harry was nowhere to be found in the corners of our hotel room. I just got back from my spa appointment, feeling so relaxed with all the massage, the manicure and the foot spa, ugh, everything.
I am still wearing the robe, that was given to me by the crew. Well, either way, I wasn't going to take it off.
Made my tea, and sat on the balcony, I stared at the area where we slept and it was all clean and empty, new linens were placed on the bed, it was back to normal.
I loved how it felt having Harry slept next to me. It was just peaceful and comforting. Should I go back to the flat where we both we're staying or should I stay on the house? I was actually having two places to stay into wherever I wanted or whenever it was necessary.
I might as well go back permanently to the flat.
Good thing I stayed there before I went here in Africa.
I love it here. Nature was the only thing I could ever hear besides from the fact that I can hear the beating of my heart whenever I think or I am with Harry. That's always going to be an exception.
It was something most of us don't experience nowadays. We've always been so preoccupied of the virtual world, the internet, when we forget the things that actually provide us our needs.
Look at the stars. Don't they just shine so fine? It's like they never die and yet they do, but sometimes we never know when.
I transferred into my couch, and laid there, took a nap.
Minutes later, somebody was touching my hair, playing with it. It seems like my stylist is back.
"Are you gay?" I asked, sleepily.
He stopped playing with my hair and said, "I am not gay. I will never be gay. But for now, let me fix your hair. I have girl cousins you know?" he giggled and I agreed.
Let him do what he wants to do.
"Hey don't forget about the party. We'll go directly there after we eat dinner." He reminded me. I didn't really forget. But the thing is, what are you supposed to wear in a rave party by the pool? Shall I wear a swimsuit? To take a dip too? Swim in the night time?
I looked out the closet and searched for something to wear. What was the dress code?
Here we go again, whenever I am with Harry, I always find the difficulty to choose something to wear. Whatever, It was still just a place to have fun, might as well wear something comfortable.
"Mr. Styles, can I please borrow one of your Hawaiian polo shirts? I want to feel free." I said to him. He directly went to his luggage and took out a polo shirt. Gave it to me, and i made my way into the bathroom to change, on the way, I took my plain white satin shorts. Tucked some portion of the polo shirt and I was ready. When I looked at in the mirror.
What has he done with my hair?
Looking at some of the waves on my hair, falling. He's incredibly good with this. This messy bun was perfect.
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