Once Upon A Wish

Chapter 11

Author's Note:

I just want you to know that I hate, HATE writing in the boys perspective. It is really hard for me to do it to begin with because I don't know them personally. Let's put it this way, I know them but they don't know me. Whereas it's different when I do Bailey's POV because I know her very, very well and I can also talk to her about what I'm writing and make sure that it's something she would do or say. I wanted to throw this out there because I don't want to offend any of you guys because you don't agree on something that I 'made' the boys say. I'm just going with my best judgment and don't want you to get hurt or angry.

Thanks so much for reading this story! I know I've told you guys this a lot but I really do appreciate it!(: thanks so much!

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Chapter 11

*Harry's POV*

I felt like the luckiest guy on Earth.

I had dated a lot of girls but this girl was different. She was something very special. I only wanted the best for her and I wanted to do something she would remember.

Thankfully we were in Paris. This was to my benefit.

Bailey.

Bailey Gold.

Bailey.

It's a beautiful name that fits her perfectly.

She was my type of girl. Drop dead gorgeous all the way around with long blonde hair. Her personality was spunky and happy, but serious when needed. She was very smart and had big dreams.

She reminded me of one of the boys and I's favorite songs, Nobody Compares. She was London her own style. She had very good taste in clothing and had a lot of class.

After we had left the hospital, I decided to take her out to a cute café that I had noticed. It was perfect.

The café was on a little street and the sun was shinning, giving it a glow of warmth and happiness. Little tables for two had been set up outside. It was a beautiful day and everything was perfect. I grabbed Bailey's hand and squeezed it.

Ten seconds ago I thought that nothing could get better but now that Bailey's hand was in mine I knew for sure that this is where I was supposed to be.

*Bailey's POV*

As we approached the café, Harry reached for my hand.

WHAT IS AIR?

Who needs air at a time like this? Harry Styles is holding my hand. MY HAND.

IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING?! I need to pinch myself...

I think I’m going to die of a mix of romance and perfection. I have never felt so beautiful.

Harry always made me feel more beautiful even though as we walked down the street prettier fans would come up to him and just adorn him with compliments and ask for signatures and picture. But Harry never let go of my hand. He would squeeze it tighter whenever they would come up. When they would ask if we were dating (looking disgusted with me most of the time) his smile would just get really big and he wouldn’t say anything.

We finally where able to make it to the café.

Harry pulled out my chair and helped me in. He probably doesn’t know how nice that is but I do. He sat down and looked at me, not breaking our eye contact.

AIR… AIR…. COME BACK TO ME…. DON’T PASS OUT RIGHT HERE. DON’T DO IT.

I tried to stay calm. Man, I needed Kylie at a time like this. I needed to be able to drag her to the bathroom because we ‘needed’ to go really bad. I needed to be able to get all this fan girling out…again. But she’s not here. She’s with Niall so that’s just perfect. To of the sweetest most sincere people that I know about, Niallie. Awwwwwww…