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23

Grace

As hard as it was to leave Paris this morning, Barcelona is already so beautiful. The flight over wasn't that bad either.

I slept the whole ride in, sitting in the middle seat with Elias on one side and Harry on the other. Harry may have let me sleep on his shoulder during the flight. It was a sweet gesture, but it still doesn't explain why he's been acting so weird around me.

He still won't talk and it's starting to worry me. He just keeps watching me with this dazed look on his face. I'm starting to worry that I've done something wrong. Did I push him too much about Lexie? Was I too harsh with him when all he was trying to do was be kind yesterday? Maybe I offended him.

I just hope things get back to normal soon. Having Harry not talking to me is actual torture. I think I'd rather jump into an active volcano, it would hurt less.

But it's a new day, in a new city, and I'm determined to get things back to normal. Harry's not allowed to just ignore me like this. I don't know who he thinks he is.

Thankfully, Harry didn't rent a car this time. We're not spending enough time in the city and honestly, we're just planning on walking wherever we can. If we can't walk to it, we don't see it.

The taxi pulls up to the hotel, and I immediately regret letting Harry book the hotel. We let that happen before the whole Paris thing, so we didn't know how extra he could get with these hotels. But something tells me he's gonna get all of our rooms upgraded in every hotel we stay at for the rest of the trip.

He's the one planning Amalfi though and I don't even want to know what's gonna happen there. I wouldn't be surprised if he had us sleeping on a boat or something.

We get out of the taxi and Harry and Elias go around to help take the bags out of the back. We're all feeling pretty excited to get started looking around. The car ride from the airport was already so beautiful.

Elias pays the driver before we all go back inside. Luckily, all the extra Chanel stuff fit into my carry on along with all the cameras, so I don't have to get another suitcase or something. Hopefully the rest of my souvenirs fit into the luggage in some way. I've definitely been dropping a lot of money in the gift shops. I just don't want to forget this trip.

I also got a luggage tag in Paris like I wanted and it's sitting pretty on my luggage right next to the pink ribbon.

We walk up to the front desk and Harry takes over the conversation with Elias. He put the hotel room under Elias' name just in case someone saw Harry Styles was staying in this hotel. That would be a disaster.

Holly and I watch the fish tank while the boys deal with checking in. I point out all the cute little fish swimming around in their tank. Maybe Gracie is an appropriate nickname because I'll always stop to look at a fish tank, much like a five year old would.

The sound of Elias calling our names catches our attention, so we walk over to the elevator with them. Harry's still not looking at me, but I'm sure that has more to do with the hotel room he booked and less to do with last night.

We walk into the elevator and Harry's hand goes for the top floor button. My eyes widen and I turn to look at him. Elias just shakes his head, "I told you man."

"Told him what?" Holly asks.

"We need our space guys!" Harry shrugs, which only means he got a big suite instead of just a room.

The elevator doors open and we walk out into a small hallway with only a handful of doors, all spaced out. Harry walks to the room, which coincidentally has a 23 in the number. I mean, it hasn't led me wrong now. Hopefully the magic of the 23 will help Harry be normal again around me.