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42

Grace

This is officially the weirdest dinner we've ever had.

Harry and I decided to sit across from each other, not really knowing how to act in front of Elias and Holly now that we've kissed. Holly and Elias on the other hand are acting like they've got something to hide too.

My phone has been blowing up non stop thanks to Harry. It's all in Italian, but he knows that Holly's looking over my shoulder to try and read the messages so I can't translate them. I'll read them tonight when we get back to the hotel, but I'm quite positive they're all about kissing.

"So, did you guys see any cool sights while you guys were walking around?" Holly asks.

I look to Harry, rolling my eyes slightly when I see him trying to hide his smile, but failing miserably. God this man can't keep a secret for his life.

"We actually rode in a gondola. Just a quick ride, nothing crazy. Right before lunch." I say, not wanting to say we were in the gondola at sunset. Then she'd be hounding us about the Bridge of Sighs.

I'll tell her about that when I'm ready. That's going to be a whole conversation in and of itself. I mean, Harry and I having our first kiss together under that bridge at sunset. She would probably end up dying on the spot of pure happiness.

"Really? That must have been so fun! Aw, I wish Eli and I could have joined you." she says, looking at Harry.

He just shrugs, "You were too busy being sick. Next time we come to Venice then you could ride in a gondola with us." he says.

His eyes meet mine with a bright smile. God I'd do anything to lean over the table and kiss those lips.

"It's a shame Holly was feeling so sick. Hopefully it doesn't happen again on this trip." Elias says.

I nod slightly, selfishly wishing she does get sick again. "I know. We definitely missed you, Hols."

"So much." Harry says, but the undertone is sarcastic. I step on his foot under the table, knowing it doesn't take much to get Holly to catch onto things like kisses. I wouldn't be surprised if she already knows. I swear that girl stalks us.

He looks at me, offended that I stepped on his precious shoes. As if they aren't already filthy and falling apart. I turn to talk to Elias and Holly more about some of the sights we saw. Beside the whole kiss thing, we actually got to see a lot of pretty buildings and art galleries.

My phone buzzes and I take it back out of my pocket, expecting to see a long winded Italian phrase. Instead, it's just a simple emoji. The one that's blowing a kiss with a heart. I roll my eyes slightly, putting it back in my pocket.

"Everything okay?" Elias asks, taking a sip of his wine.

I nod slightly, "Everything is just fine. Harry just wanted me to tell this story about how I almost pushed him into the canal." I make up on the spot.

Harry just chuckles with a nod, "Oh yeah, that was funny." he says, going along with my made up story.

Honestly, the only thing running through my head is the kiss. And all the kisses after.

*

We walk a few steps away from the gondola before Harry is weaving through the streets of Venice. God, can't this man just walk for once? Maybe tell me where we're going.

Once we reach an empty street, he turns to look at me, both of his hands going to my cheeks. He has this biggest smile across his face and his eyes are so bright and full of energy. "We kissed," he says simply.