Chances With You

Chapter 39

"This is Greg he is our pilot," he gently kissed my hand as Harry held me close.

"You look beautiful Ms. Camber," Harry must of told him my name.

"Thanks Greg," Harry helped me on the plane, and I sat down on the couch next to Harry.

"Here..." He passed me a nice big white sun hat, it had a bow in the front. It was beautiful... I placed it on my head and slanted the hat a bit to the side, after that he gave me white gloves that went a little passed my elbows, and looked at Harry.

"You look beautiful darling," He pretended to be a older man.

"Well thank you sir," I giggled and pretended I was British. Harry kissed the surface of my hand.

We started to take off and I was silence for a while...I was a bit tired, Harry began to speak.

"What's wrong love?" I looked at him and shook my head.

"Tired..." he pointed to a door.

"I'm positive that's a bedroom it is going to take a while to get to where we are going so you can sleep in there and I'll wake you when we arrive," I nodded and stood up taking to the door he pointed to. The room was beautiful a nice big bed and a mirror that looked old fashion it was outstanding, it made me smile. I placed my hat on the chair in the corner same for my fashion gloves. I took off my heels and laid in bed.

...

"Darling," I heard a faint voice believing it was Harry.

"Kitten we are here," I slowly opened my eyes and rubbed them seeing Harry.

"Where?" I looked out the window that was above me and seen a nice hotel but I couldn't really tell where I was.

"Hawaii," my eyes widen... I know I needed a break from this week but wow... Hawaii that's amazing...

"Come baby," he wiggled his hand out in front of me to get my attention and I stood up and grabbed his hand.

"Here you go Mr. Styles," Greg handed Harry the bags and I placed on my hat and my gloves.

"Bye Greg," he smiled brightly at me and waved.

"You really like the hat and gloves?" Harry raised a brow as I let my arm around Harry's and it looked like a loop.

"Well of course," I giggled I felt old fashion and nice.

"I thought you weren't going to like it because it's old fashion," I shook my head and smile, I never though I would see Harry in a tux before the wedding.

We walked up to the desk and seen a very tanned boy and his eyes widen as he seem Harry and I.

"You must be here under Mr. Styles here let me help you," He grabbed the bags from Harry and grabbed the room key and we followed him. it was only two bags wasn't much of a hand full. He pressed the very top button in the elevator and I waited.

"Nice hotel isn't love?" Harry posture was absolutely gorgeous.

"Yes, yes it is," why was he being so neat?

"Here Mr. Styles," The man opened the suit and my eyes nearly popped out my head... The room was amazing the bed looked cozy, bathroom neat and smell decent smell of flowers. The balcony had a jacuzzi on it and it was a perfect view of the beach. There was lots of paintings from Picasso on the walls and lots of poetic writing too. I ran my hand through the painting and gasped and how outstanding it looked, my eyes sparkled with joy.

"Like it?" Harry ran his hands on my back, how couldn't I? It was a dream.

"I truly admire Picasso... The painting touch me so much, but I don't see them often in person, it's like I can feel what's happening inside the painting..." I looked at Harry and he was just staring at me.