Cards Against Us All {HS}

-Chapter Fourteen-

Chapter Fourteen:

Clara

Paris.

I was in actual fucking Paris.

Who would have thought? I didn't. If you told me a year earlier that I was going to be in Paris, I would have told you to fuck off. But there I was, standing on the balcony of the Penthouse of the apartment building Gio had rented.

There was the view of three quarters of the Eiffel tower in the distance and rows of blue topped buildings.

I was leant up against the gold accented handrail, thinking and just taking in the breath taking view in front of me. It was something I'd never seen before. It was actually a lot like Cambridge with all the old buildings and the type of architecture but there was something about knowing that I was in the city of love that made it all that more special.

I was out there alone.

Until I wasn't.

Harry had come outside and sat on one of the chairs at the outside dining table. He didn't say anything and neither did I. I did, however, feel his eyes burning into the back of my head.

"The view is beautiful, isn't it?" I asked Harry, continuing to look at the view in front of me. I looked down to see very tiny people.

It always puts it into perspective how irrelevant we are. From where I was standing, all those people below me looked like people but to the whole country, we all looked like ants. Then if you compare that to the whole world, you can't even see us. If you think about how vast the universe is then the world is so small and irrelevant. So there is no use fussing over silly things.

"Absolutely stunning." I turned to face him, only to see that he was dead set on staring at me. Sappy fucker.

I rolled my eyes, turning back to face the Eiffel tower. "I would love to eat at the restaurant at the top of the Eiffel Tower one day."

He smiled at me, holding eye contact for a second and then breaking the stare to look at the Eiffel tower in thought. "I would too." He said under his breath.

It was late afternoon by the time that Harry and I had finished talking out on the balcony and had made our way inside. The penthouse we were staying in was a six bedroom place that accommodated all of us. Seen as all the other trips didn't have me and usually Billie it would have been a suitable size. It was lucky that Billie and Zayn would share a bed as well as Harry and I. That meant that Louis, Liam, and Niall could have their own rooms, free for them to bring back any French girls that they find. Then Gio had his own little area slightly farther away from the rest of us because we were considered children in his eyes.

The room that was allocated to Harry and me was relatively small but it was big enough to fit a queen sized bed. It was a big enough bed to get down to business. There was an adjoining bathroom that connected another bedroom, which I believed to be Niall's room. All I know is that I bloody well hoped that the walls were thick so Niall didn't hear me screaming Harry's name or hear me calling him daddy. There is nothing wrong with having kinks but I just know that Niall would want to off himself if he heard that. He could get over hearing me shout Billie's name let alone Harry's or daddy, considering he has met my actual dad before.

The bed was really fucking soft though so you could literally fall asleep at any moment when you get in.

Harry and I came inside and saw everyone on the sofas trying to watch something on the television but it was all in French. It was quite funny to watch because they were sitting there trying to decrypt what they were saying or just trying to decrypt the plot in general.