Rose ~ (hs)

11

*Rose's POV*

I yawn and stretch in the warm duvet, the bright sunlight peeks through the slit in the curtain. There's nothing but empty space in the bed next to me and I sigh. Last night was the first time that Harry and I shared a bed together; we barely got close to one another from the enormous size of the bed but just his presence next to me was the perfect ending to our day yesterday.

I struggle to get up from the warmth of the bed but I can hear Harry's voice from most likely a phone call. My feet pad on the floors of the hotel room and towards the balcony, where the door is slightly ajar.

"I don't care Niveah, take care of it." He says rather angrily before pausing. "You fucking keep her name out of it."

I peek my head out the door as Harry slams his phone on the table.

"Morning." I smile and hug Harry from behind. His stiff angry demeanor changes in seconds as he relaxes into my touch and his head rests on my arms.

"Morning Rose. Come here." His voice is barely a whisper but I unwrap my arms from around his neck and move to look at him. Harry reaches for my hands and pulls me closer until he can pull me onto his lap. His arms remain around my waist and I wrap mine around him again to snuggle into his chest.

My eyes stare out at the view of the morning sun gleaming against the Eiffel Tower. A tight bubbly feeling resonates in my chest and all I feel is complete pure bliss in this moment.

"Thank you Harry." He doesn't say anything back but squeezes me a little tighter. I run my fingers through his rather unruly curls so early in the morning.

"Anything for you." My heart skips a beat and I wonder for a second if he could feel it. It's right here in this moment that I know he's a changed man and I'm ready for this to become exclusive whenever he is. Although I'll never tell him first, I want him when he is ready to want me back. I didn't want to be a rebound or some foolish girl that is just his play-thing; I certainly didn't want to be a repeat of his ex-wife.

"There's some breakfast for you. I had room service deliver while you were sleeping." I try to unravel myself from his embrace to which he unwillingly obliges to. The seats of the dining set are a cool metal from being in the cold wintery air of France. There is a bountiful spread of assorted meats and cheeses with jams and croissants. Harry pours me a cup of warm tea from the pot and I thank him silently.

"I have a few meetings shortly Rose, would you be alright staying at the hotel alone?" I gaze up from my plate and am mesmerized by his beauty. A smile forms on my lips and I nod.

"I think I might go exploring by myself for a bit too." Harry's face washes with concern but he refrains from saying anything that might have a negative connotation.

"You know you could go dress shopping. There's this place I want to take you tonight, the reservation is all set for eight thirty." I bite my lip hesitantly. I don't have the money to buy a fancy dress, let alone one in Paris. Somehow he manages to read my mind.

"Here's my card, please get whatever you would like Rose." I reach for his credit card and just stare at it in my hand.

"I can't take this Harry." He stands up from the table and takes one step over to me to kiss my cheek lightly.

"Nonsense. Buy whatever your heart desires. I'm off to work, see you in a bit." My hand covers the spot where his lips just touched; it feels like they never left. The hotel room door opens and closes, signaling that Harry's left for his work meetings. I finish up my breakfast while admiring the view of the city. Of course I snap a few pictures but remain from posting anything because I know that would cause more problems for both myself and Harry.