Everything- Oliver Wood

𝟛𝟠. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

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I wake up early the next morning. The sun hasn't started rising yet. 

Oliver is laying behind me, still fast asleep. 

I realize that it's our last day in Paris. 

"Oliver!" I whisper, nudging him. 

He opens his eyes slowly, squinting. God, he looks good. "Hm?" he mumbles. 

"Let's go do something."

"Like what?" 

"I dunno. Watch the sunrise." 

"That sounds fun," he nods, slowly closing his eyes again.

I punch him lightly in the arm. "Oi!" 

"I'm dead tired." 

"If you want to spend our last sunrise in Paris sleeping-" 

"Fine," he groans, rubbing his eyes. 

I smile. "You're a peach."

"I know," he nods. 

We both get up and start getting dressed for the day. 

"I think we should go to the top of the Eiffel Tower." 

"Is it open this early?" 

"We can break in." 

"What is it with this friend group and wanting to break into important Paris buildings?" 

"Just me and Candice." 

"Yeah-" 

"Are you hurrying to get your trousers on?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. 

"I'm not used to muggle clothes-" 

"We're losing time!" 

We both pull on our shoes. I grab my camera, and we're out the door. 

"Where do you think the others are?" I ask. 

"Probably sleeping," Oliver says, sounding resentful. 

"What nerds," I tut. 

Oliver just hums as we exit the hotel. 

The walk through the city is peaceful. The first few rays of daylight are starting to graze the rooftops. It takes a couple of minutes to get to the tower. By the time we're there, the sun is about to rise. 

There's a small market that's just barely opened, so we go in and buy tartines and fruit. 

We sit down West of the tower and watch as the sun slowly creeps up and over the horizon, eating our breakfast. 

"So- how'd you sleep?" Oliver asks me, grinning. 

"Pretty well, you?"

"I slept wonderfully," he nods, looking out at the horizon. 

I smile and start to ruffle his hair. He playfully shoves me off. 

We both look back to the rising sun. It's a really pretty sight. 

After a while, I glance back at Oliver to see him already staring at me. He looks away instinctively, then back at me. 

I laugh and pop a strawberry into my mouth, raising my eyebrows. 

"What?" he asks, nonchalantly taking a bite of his tartine. 

"Are you watching the sunrise?" 

"Yeah; course," he shrugs. 

"Liar," I grin. He smiles back at me, then places a hand on my cheek. 

I'm still not used to kissing Oliver Wood. It catches me off-guard. I can taste the jam from his breakfast fresh on his lips. 

"No lip gloss this time?" he frowns. 

I grin. "Maybe next time, buddy." 

"You're planning on a next time?" he asks. 

"Oliver, I'd say we're pretty familiar with each others' bodies by now." 

"Well yeah, but I never know what's going to be our last kiss." 

"That's a bit grim; we only got together last night," I laugh. 

"I like to be prepared," he shrugs. 

"I know you do," I grin, glancing at my feet. 

Its quiet for a minute. 

"Should we try and find the others?" he suggests. 

"Lets let them sleep for a while." I get up and throw my trash from breakfast into the bin. "Want to walk along the Seine for a while?" 

"Yeah," he nods. 

The sun is fully up now, and more people are starting to wander the streets of Paris- locals heading to work, tourists starting the day, young lovers, etc. 

There's a man with a violin getting set up by the base of the tower. Oliver tells me to wait for a second. He walks over and says something to the man, slipping him a couple of bills. 

"What'd you tell him." 

Oliver just gives me a mischievous grin. The man starts to play the opening notes of "Something" by The Beatles.

"Oh my God-" I laugh. 

"It's our song," he explains, grabbing both of my hands. 

"I can't believe you," I smile. 

"I know; I'm so charming," he nods. 

I grin and lay my head on his shoulder, pulling him into a hug. 

I really like this boy. 

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We wander around the city until lunch, when we meet up with the rest of the group at a local cafe. After this, we'll go back to the hotel, get our bags, and board the chunnel. 

I make sure to act the same as I always have around Oliver in front of our friends. It just feels weird for them all to know that we shagged last night. 

He tries to hold my hand, and I gently pull it away, shaking my head subtly. He seems a bit put off, but doesn't try anything too bold. 

I guess I'm just not ready for them to know. 

It's hard to say goodbye to the city; it's been a really fun trip. 

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"Mum, I'm home!" I call out, pulling my bags in through the front door. I'm a bit thrown off; it seems like nobody is home. 

Then, my mother appears, looking flustered. "Laurie! Welcome back."

"What's up?" I ask, frowning.

"Someone's here."

"Who?"

"Hey Laurie," a voice says from the kitchen doorway. 

"Laurie, say hello to your father."

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