Katrina's pov
I was in darkness, Harry's hands covering my eyes and doing a horrible job at guiding to wherever he was taking me. I had tripped twice already and he made me run into a lamppost.
"You try to be romantic and it usually doesn't work out. We got arrested once, the paparazzi attacked that one time, and now this. You're almost killing me." I joked.
"Jeez cut me a break, will you?" Harry chuckled.
"Not until you tell me where we're going."
"You're just going to have to wait."
"Then don't complain about me complaining." I laughed.
"We're almost there." He kissed my head and kept leading me.
"I could die for all I know. You could be leading me to my death." I shrugged.
"Why do you always think I'm going to kill you?" He exclaimed.
"I have trust issues." I laughed.
"I'm not killing you." He replied.
"That's what they all say."
"Katrina!" He laughed.
"What?!" I asked, trying not to laugh.
"Whatever, we're here." He chuckled, stopping me. "Stand here."
"Yeah, because I can just walk away easily without a problem. It's not like I'm visually impaired or anything."
"Well someone is sassy today." Harry replied.
I just smirked as Harry shuffled around. I could hear water meaning we were by the canal.
"You're going to push me into the water aren't you? You're going to drown me."
"Oh my god, take off the blindfold." Harry said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
I slipped it off to find Harry freakin' Styles on a boat in the middle of the canal, bobbing up and down. The boat was small, kinda like the one from the Midnight Memories music video.
"What is this?" I asked genuinely confused.
"A boat." Harry replied with a cocky smirk on his face.
"Why are you on it?"
"Because we are going to have a romantic dinner on the canal. Very romantic dinner because I'm romantic."
"We'll just have to see about that." I stepped onto the boat and looked around. It was really nice, but I made sure to not show how impressed I was. It had a shiny wood finishing in the inside and on the outside the boat was shiny clean.
Harry stood at the wheel, looking out at the canal.
"Admit I'm romantic." He nudged me.
"I'm not saying anything until I come off this boat in one piece." I giggled.
"Aww come on, this is great!" He motioned to the boat.
"Where's the food?" Ignored his previous statement.
"On that table." He pointed to the paper bags in the corner. I quickly walked over there and peeked inside the bag finding fries, gourmet burgers, and some dessert. He also had a few bottles of beer. He knew me so well.
"Can we eat now?" I asked excitedly, my stomach rumbling.
"Yeah, bring it over here."
I grabbed everything and set it out at the table closer to Harry. He docked the boat at the side of the canal which had an incredible view. The Eiffel Tower visible from where we were sitting. The people were still out and about and the sun was starting to set.
I sat down on Harry's lap and quickly bit into my burger so I wouldn't have to say anything about the amazing view.
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Don't Let Me Go // h.s.
Hayran Kurgu"It is the city of love after all." Being with Harry Styles was a beautiful and terrifying thing for a girl who had her life all planned out and organized without him.
