If Only You Knew Tamara

Chapter 2/Paris

"Dad, did you call the cab?" I called at him from upstairs, as I rushed around my room assessing whether I had forgotten anything.
"Yes! Have you called Dan..I." he was just replying as the door bell went " I guess that should be him." He finished. I heard the click of the front door, and mumbling, it sounded like dad and Daniel exchanging pleasantries. I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs and I could smell his lynx Africa from a mile away, I turned round to see Daniel standing there in a plain white T-shirt, blue jeans and blue and grey air maxes. "Who's the lucky French girl." I said cheekily to him .
"shut up man, this is casual! Where's my hug?" he chuckled, as he moved towards me. He wrapped his arms around me as I pat his back awkwardly. I don't do hugs, he gets that but still hugs me anyway. I drew away from him and gave him a little smile and stood there awkwardly before I said "where's your stuff?"
"Downstairs, we should go down there before the cab comes." He replied as he helped me grab some of my stuff "Have you got everything?" he asked. I nodded my head, grabbed my bag and phone off my bed and looked around the room to see if there was anything else I had forgotten. I decided we were good to go and we made our way downstairs.

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We just got on the flight and it like an hour a half till we get there so I've got a chance to sleep. I look up at Daniel and he's sitting there with his headphones plugged into the screen on the flight. I tap him on the shoulder, he unplugs his head phones which shows me I've got his full attention "I'm gonna take a nap, see you on the other side." I inform him. He chuckles and gives me a massive grin "see you on the other side Tams." He replies.

I wake up to find her head resting on my shoulder, she looks so beautiful like this, asleep, innocent, care free, her hair all curly and messy in her face. If only she knew how beautiful she was, if she could see what I see, what her mum used to see. Her head stirs on my shoulder. "Are, we there yet?" she says in her cute voice, and then she realizes she's got her head on my shoulder and lifts her head and looks down shyly. She does that thing she does when she's embarrassed with her face, where she frowns and scrunches up her nose. "yeah the planes just landing now." She doesn't say a word.

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we've just arrived at our hotel room and she hasn't spoken to me since our little encounter on the plane. "Tamara?" I whisper almost afraid to approach her. I hear her sharp intake of breath and it's like she's as scared as I am. "Erm ...yeahh... Daniel." She replies uncertainly. "I was just wondering what you wanna do today?" I ask anxiously. She sighs with relief as if she was scared what I was going to ask her "I don't know, just chill." Her tone of voice had changed and the closed up Tamara was back "Come on its Paris! We have to go out it's only mid afternoon." I answer almost to excited. She rolls her eyes but gives in eventually.