Remedy (H.S.)

80*

Kennedy Simmons

How could France be this beautiful!

It wasn't the first time I walked down those streets with the Mediterranean style houses and the beautiful flowers but it felt like I had never witnessed this magnificence before.

Harry was by my side, his hand was holding mine and our fingers were interlocked. He tried to keep up with me but I always started running towards various shops, flowers or houses just to take photos of literally anything.

We had been in France for ten days already. Harry only had some scratches left. My hand was also mostly healed. I had even removed the stitches. I still had a bandage around the wound though.

We hadn't just healed physically.

Harry had made sure no one would concern us unless it was an emergency so we had some time to recharge our batteries. We found peace in this paradise. I really felt like nothing could touch us here and I found myself constantly wishing we would stay there for the rest of our lives.

Maybe we could run away. Maybe we could leave everything and everyone behind and live together a quiet and happy life. Maybe we could get our happy ending.

Maybe I was too stupid and this was just whisful thinking.

A girl could dream, right?

"Baby, we've been walking for hours!" Harry had been complaining for the past hour or so and I couldn't completely blame him. We had indeed been walking for hours. Five hours non-stop to be exact. Actually we walked for two hour's, then a break to get lunch and then five more hours. We left the house in the morning and now it was already night.

"But it's so beautiful!" I couldn't stop looking around. "This place is a piece of heaven. I don't want to miss anything. Actually I'm willing to spend every minute exploring."

"Baby, France is not going anywhere and neither are we. We can come back on the village tomorrow and explore more but now can we please go back home? I'm exhausted."

I exclaimed and nodded. "Fine but for your information, you need cardio." He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I'm running at least an hour every day but since this is not enough according to you, my dear, I'll tell Mick to add it to my schedule."

I was well-aware that Harry didn't need to change anything about his work-out plan. I was just trying to justify the fact that he ruined my chance to explore France.

Justifying him wasn't my job though. He should be the one doing it.

We started walking back home. The distance wasn't that big but it took us extra time because I was too busy taking even more photos and admiring every little thing.

"Finally!" Harry exclaimed when we arrived back at the villa. The owner had a strict rule - no shoes in the house - so we both took off our shows before entering the house. He walked in the living room and collapsed on the couch dramatically. "I thought I would die out there! I can't feel my legs because of the exhaustion!"

I couldn't help but role my eyes at his childish behaviour. "Drama queen." At this point I wasn't surprised that Harry and Charlie were friends. He may not want to admit it but there were times like this one that they acted like they were the same person.

"Anyway. I'm going to take a shower." He got on his feet again so quickly that for a moment I thought he was struck by a lightning or something. "Can I join you?"

I chuckled and once again rolled my eyes. "I thought you were exhausted." He faked an innocent smile but we both knew that his mind had flooded with the dirtiest of thoughts. "I was. This will help me relax."