Allure (ENG)

Chapter 18 - Emily

When we stop in front of the hotel I don't want to get off. I want to keep driving on the back of the motorbike with Harry. The whole way back I had leaned against his back and thought about how nice this day has been, or is. I don't want this to end. I succeed at tearing my arms away from him and step off the bike. I take off the helmet and hand it to Harry. He remains on the red bike and my heart is pounding in my chest. Don't drive off. His bike moves forward and I stare at him in shock. He smiles at me.

"I'm just going to park it; I'll be right back." I relieve the tension in my shoulders when I let out a heavy breath. He drives around the corner and I keep staring in that direction. When he comes back into view he brushes through his hair. With a grin on his face he stops in front of me, wraps his arms around my waist and gives me a short kiss. He takes my hand and practically pulls me into the hotel. I wonder where he is taking me. He doesn't know what room I am staying in, so why is he so eager to drag me in here?

"We're eating here?" I eye him with a questioning look when we get closer and closer to the restaurant within the hotel.

"Is that a problem?"

"No," I say with a smile. Inside it looks completely different from the bar or the place we had lunch yesterday. It is fancier than the other places and I feel extremely underdressed. Luckily nobody says anything and we're escorted to a table. The waiter lights the candle at the table and I can't help but find it romantic, so I stare at the menu in front of me to hide my insecurity.

"Do you want to order paella together?" Harry searches my eyes with his over the menu he is holding. "If you like?"

"Yeah, sounds good." When the waiter returns Harry orders the pan of paella for two and calamaris as a starter.

The waiter shortly returns with two glasses of white wine and the squid. I give Harry a startled look. I hadn't even noticed he had ordered the wine.

"It will go well with the paella."

"You do realise I have no idea if I will actually like this, right?"

"Niall ordered you one, so I figured you would." I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Niall doesn't know what I like."

"More for me then," he says and shrugs his shoulders. I raise the glass and look at him.

"What are we cheersing to?"

"To the summer." I nod.

"To the summer," I repeat. Our glasses clink together and I see how Harry's eyes remain on mine. He has already taken a sip from his glass and has put it back down. I am still holding my glass. I look at it again before putting it to my lips. Nervously I take a sip, my eyes locked on Harry's. When I swallow the taste remains in my mouth and I eye the glass questionably.

"And?"

"Not disgusting."

"But?" he says with a tilted head.

"Not as good as your cocktails." There's a grin on his face.

"You can't compare it with that, but not disgusting is positive. It will get better with the food." I take his word for granted and hope he is right. I didn't necessarily enjoy the wine. He pushes the calamaris dish in between us and waits for me to take one.

The paella arrives and I can't believe my eyes. A big pan is put down on the table, in between us, and I wonder how we will ever be able to eat all of it.

"We'll never finish this," I whisper to Harry.

"We don't have to in the next ten minues; we have all night if we want." The corners of my mouth lift at the thought of spending every hour with him. He dishes out some of the paella onto my plate and then fills his own.