rlly short chapter but next one will be longer i promise <3
Valentine Fitz
Today Faye, Camille and I are all going out to the shops. Mostly to just buy some souvenirs to take home. Harry's arm lays across my stomach, holding me tight as his face squished against my side. Trying my best not to wake him, I gently grab his arm that's gripped firmly on my waist. I make sure my each move is done delicately, my eyes trained on Harry making sure I don't wake him. I lift his arm up into the air, not too high but high enough for me to slip off out of bed.
As I'm mid way through getting out of his grasp, he stirs in his sleep to which I immediately freeze. Once I feel like it's time to continue, I slide out of the bed but immediately fail when Harry's arm grips my waist tightly, I look over at him to see his eyes wide open. "Shit!" I exhale, not expecting to see him awake.
"Running from me?" His voice rasped which made my heart sink, I wet my bottom lip. "No, I just didn't want to wake you." I say quietly. "Mm." He nods, pouting his lips like that makes sense to him.
"Where you going then." He asks, I run a hand through my hair, "Camille, Faye and I are just going out to the shops." I answer, his finger traces soft delicate circles on my thigh. "When will you be back." He asks. I take a minute to think about it, "Later this evening maybe, we might get lunch as well." I reply.
"Okay, I'll see you then." He grins softly, I can't help but smile back. He leans in to place a soft kiss before going back to bed.
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"Oh this would look sooo cute on you!" Faye gasps as she holds a small delicate gold necklace to my neck. I laugh before agreeing. "It is beautiful." I comment. We're now in the part of town where people have their own little shops on display by the side of the streets.
"Looks lovely on her." The store owner agrees, nodding his head. I smile, "Okay then, let's get it." I give in. Faye squeals and digs through her purse to find money.
"35 euros please." The man says, Faye pulls out 35 euros and hands it to him. He takes it and places the necklace in a box before placing it in a bag and handing it over to us. "Grazie." Faye smiles before walking away.
Camille is at another shop with Zayn alongside her, and just as we reach her she finishes her purchase. "Oh good you guys are done too." She smiles once she turns around, "I've got this shop I wanna go to, the best clothing." She grabs both our wrists, dragging us to a shop not too far from here. The sign says something in Italian and I don't attempt to pronounce it.
The front of the store had some clothes already displayed outside with some mannequins modelling the clothing. Once we entered, it was a straight narrow hallway with clothes on the side, but the more we walked the store got bigger.
There were loads of vintage dresses that looked beautiful with the tiny floral patterns printed on them. I hear Camille gasp and I turn my head immediately in her direction. "That dress.." She walks toward it and my eyes then locate which dress she's talking about. It's a simple white dress that looks like it stops mid thigh. It has beautiful stitching attached to it.
"Val..this dress is so you!" She says, and I walk up
to it. "You think?" I ask as she puts the dress against me. Her smiles grows more as she in visions me in it."Absolutely, you need to go try it on!" She urges me. "Like right now?" I say, "Yes now, idiot!" She laughs, "There's a change room right behind you." She points, I turn around and she's right. "Okay, okay." I give in, "Jus' give me a minute." I mumble walking toward the room.
I close the curtain, making sure to tie it to the handle so that I won't open while I get ready. I hang the shirt up so I can strip my clothes away. I'm just wearing a simple flowy dress-so there won't be any trouble getting in and out of them.
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