Roman Holiday | h.s

Twenty-Two

"What is this, Mr Styles?" Anna asked, sitting up against the headboard.

"This," he paused to close the door behind him, holding a ice bucket which held a bottle of champagne, a punnet of strawberries, and some plastic champagne flutes.

"..is for our walk. I forgot that I'd ordered it." He explained, placing them on the table in their room before climbing back into bed.

"Where were we?" He winked suggestively, but Anna instead reached for her phone to see the time.

"When did you want to go for a walk?" She asked him, to which he peered at the screen to see the time - seven fifty-four pm.

"Whenever you want to?" He told her.

"We could go now?" She suggested, she was so eager to explore the place she had only read and dreamed about. It made it even more perfect that she was here with the person that she loved with every fibre of her being. A person who cared for her as deeply as she cared for them.

A person who took the time to remember the little things she says and takes them into consideration. How could anyone remember exactly what she said about Paris, and drinking champagne and eating strawberries if they didn't care. Anna had fallen head over heels for Harry - and the feeling was mutual.

Harry and Anna got ready to leave shortly after, each stealing glances when the other wasn't looking. The adoration spilling from both of their souls kept them enclosed in a warm, safe atmosphere together and made them feel invisible to the world.

Harry had brought a pink tote bag to Paris with him which had some words written in a language Anna couldn't read, he filled the bag with the punnet of strawberries, wrapped the bottle in a jacket and placed the plastic champagne flutes inside too.

They walked hand in hand out of their hotel, in the direction of the tower. Making comments along their way of different things they noticed, things they wanted to try, how beautiful the lantern string lights looked outside a quaint bookstore, commenting on how picturesque the city was and they soon arrived at the tower.

"Wow. It's huge, bigger than it looks." Anna mused in awe, full of excitement.

"Sounds familiar." Harry coughed which earned a playful glare from Anna.

"Don't ruin the moment." She scolded, but had a smile on her face.

"Does the tower live up to your expectations?" Harry asked, and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as she looked upwards - eyes wide and pupils dilated.

"It does. It's perfect." She whispered, turning her head slightly to peck his lips.

They sat down on the grass, with Anna on Harry's lap. They shared an embrace and some soft kisses which were dimly lit by the warm lighting of the area. The moment they were sharing was so special, and would live with them forever - it was unforgettable.

Harry got the champagne and popped the cork, which made it shoot in every direction - coating the pair in the sticky liquid, but they didn't even care. Anna held the flutes as he poured, and pushed a strawberry onto the rim of each of their champagne flutes.

"Let's raise a toast!" Harry called out to the night, even though it was just the pair of them sat there.

"To what?" She asked, holding up her glass.

"To us, obviously. To Italy for bringing us together. To me running into you in the street. To your parents for creating you. To.." Harry rambled on, thanking everything from Paris to the streetlights lighting up the streets they walked on to get here.