Chapter 5
"Please gather all your personal belongings. The plane will be arriving in Paris. Enjoy your stay and feel comfortable."
The flight attendant says with grace.
We stood up and head north to the exit. And here I am once again in Paris. I remember being here two months ago shooting my music video.
We took the cab and Harry places his hand in mine as we walk through the airport. I'd hold his hand all day long, if I could.
Both of them, in that matter.
I'm exhausted and I want to go to our hotel suite. All I want to do right now is appreciate this wonderful master piece that is seating right next to me.
Reality check, love. He's not in love with you. He's a player. And you're not his game.
Soon, after arguing with myself, we arrived at our hotel. I saw a banner with some fancy writings, "Le Lindt", the name of the hotel, I think it means "The Chocolate" in French.
"This is classy!" Harry nods.
"It is."
"Here are your keys, Sir." said the receptionist.
"Thanks." Harry said with a smile.
I was trying to ignore all of the looks from the people around us. They were practically amazed by my "boyfriend's" beautiful face. Well, it kinda makes sense that he's famous at all.
"We're staying in one room?" I exclaimed in surprise.
You prayed for this.
"Well, the paparazzi could be taking photos of us in any minute, so we better be careful!" Harry says casually. How could he be so cool about this? I don't even know why we're doing this!
Is it for more publicity? I mean I thought we were already rich enough.
Greedy bastards.
After a five minute awkward elevator ride, we arrived in our floor.
"Here we are, Room 13-A." Harry says it emphasizing "13". Ugh- my agent always does this.
Haha. What a coincidence.
Someone punch me in the throat, please.
I looked around the room and oh my gosh, there's only one bed!
One bed.
I'm a virgin for fuck's sake.
I am totally not going to be sleeping in there tonight. Call me a crude or a slut. I don't care.
I'd rather sleep in the bathtub. It's big enough for me.
"Harry, why are there roses everywhere?" I whisper to him.
"I don't know. Maybe they got us the honeymoon suite."
F*** you, Scott! Or whoever booked our stay here. Yup, I'm totally going to sleep in the bathtub tonight.
Wait- maybe he should sleep there tonight.
Gods of rooms and honeymoon suits, please bless me with your grace and keep me from temptations tonight. Thanks.
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So, it all begins with a light romance in the romantic room.
Credits to some people who gave some parts :
Kat-kat (my seatmate)
Miles (my cousin)
Charisse (my bestfriend)
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Song for this Chapter is "Irresistible" by One Direction.
Picture of The Honeymoon suite at the side. >>>
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A Haylor Story (EDITING)
FanfictionI never thought that this was coming. That I would fall inlove with the guy that I was dating just because of publicity. But does he feel the same way? Do I really want him? I know I truly do, but this is just a fantasy that the media world created...
