Flutter |h.s|

14

Grace

Harry decided against the vintage car, settling for a simple luxury sports car. I don't even want to know how much he's paying per day for that thing. 

That old man's words won't leave my head. 

The boy looks at you like you're the one who painted all the stars in the night sky.

That can't mean anything. Harry looks at everyone like that. He always gives the person he's talking to his undivided attention when they talk. That was probably the same look he gives Elias when he talks. It doesn't mean Harry wants to date Elias. 

Holly's been having a field day with that comment though, constantly texting it to me and talking about stars with Harry. I'm about to just leave her in Paris before we go to Barcelona. The rest of the trip would probably be so much more peaceful. 

I've been focusing on the scenery of Paris as Harry drives us closer to the hotel. It's definitely a tight squeeze being in this car, but it'll work for now. It's only three days anyway and we'll be walking most of that time anyway. 

The hotel is about thirty minutes from the airport, in the heart of Paris. This city has definitely captivated me. It feels like we're in a different country for real since everyone's speaking a different language for the most part. Even Harry. He is very fluent in French. 

He and Elias have been acting very suspicious ever since we landed though. Usually when we're on line to go through customs, we call the hotel to see if they could have a room ready for us for early check in. I told Elias to call while we were waiting and he just didn't. He said he would get to it, but he never called. He and Harry have been whispering since we got off the plane too. 

Now we'll probably have to wait for like an hour or two in the lobby with all our stuff before we could get a room. I hate wasting time like this. 

The car turns down what looks like a residential street and Harry parks in front of one of the buildings. "I'll be right back." he says, before getting out of the car. 

We watch as he walks toward a door, disappearing inside. Holly looks just as confused as I do as we exchange a weary glance. Elias, on the other hand, is just going through his phone, probably texting with his girlfriend. He doesn't seem phased. 

"Eli, where are we?" I ask, figuring he saw the address Harry put in his phone GPS. 

Elias only shrugs, "I don't know. Just relax, I'm sure he'll be back." He just brushes me off. 

After about ten minutes, Harry comes back down, a key in his hand now. He opens the driver's door, but instead of getting in, he leans over, takes the key out of the ignition and lowers the seat so Holly and I could get out. 

"Harry, what's going on? Where are we?" I ask, not liking that we're just getting out here. 

Elias gets out of the car, going around to the trunk that Harry's popped open to get our luggage out. Now I'm really concerned because I know the hotel isn't anywhere near here. 

"Stop worrying so much and follow me." he says, putting his hand out to help me out of the car. 

I give him a look of uncertainty, before placing my hand in his. He wraps his fingers around my hand, which feels weird since he's not wearing his signature rings. I guess it's easier to go through TSA without a million rings on. But I miss them. They accent his hands very nicely. 

Harry helps me out of the car and I go around to Elias, taking my luggage from him. "What the hell did you do?" I ask, but he just shrugs as if he has no clue what I'm talking about.