Diner Girl *Harry Styles Love Story*

Chapter 53

Chapter 53
*Warning! Sexual contact appears in this chapter. Read at your own risk.*

"Faith, we're here." I felt Harry shake my shoulder, waking me up. I open up my eyes slightly to see many people rushing down the aisle of the plane. They all walk towards the exit as a small smile places itself on my lips when I realize we are finally in Paris.

"We're here?" I ask my boyfriend with a raspy voice while stretching my arms into the air. My back is killing me from the ten hour flight we were on. Turbulence was crazy and I could barely keep my eyes open, scared that I would have a panic attack from the thought of crashing. Harry held me the entire flight and it comforted me enough to fall asleep for most of the plane ride. I felt bad falling asleep on him because he was probably bored, but I couldn't take the shaking of the plane.

"Yes." Harry anwsered me as he helped me up from my seat after I unbuckled myself. The smile on my face grew bigger as I grabbed my carry on bag and walked off of the plane, following everyone else.

When we made it out of the small hallway that connected the plane to the airport, my stomach twisted in knots. There were so many people waiting for us, screaming in our faces, taking pictures of us, allowing their annoying cameras to blind us, it was obnoxious. Don't get me wrong, I loved the fans, but I had just woken up and could barely process what was going on.

"Harry, why are you both in Paris!?" I heard a male voice scream. Harry ignored him and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into him as we walked through the large crowd. Alberto was with us for the trip and he was right behind us, ready for anything to come.

"Is this trip a secret honeymoon!?" Someone else screamed and I couldn't help, but laugh at that irrelevant question.

"There should be a car waiting for us outside of the airport!" Alberto screamed from behind us. Harry simply nodded his head and kept moving. I felt a huge gust of wind hit my face when we made it outside, which allowed air to enter my lungs. The crowd then suddenly grew bigger and the air disappeared. We waited in the middle of a group of fans and paparazzi until a van pulled up in front of us. Alberto then pushed us into it and Harry and I could finally breathe normally.

"That was crazy." I said as I buckled myself in. Harry nodded his head in agreement while doing the same as me. Alberto got into the passenger seat and told the driver to take us to our hotel. I watched the buildings and trees pass on my right as I stared out the van window while Harry rested his arm around my shoulder. I sighed and smiled as people walked by with their kids or husbands. Thats one thing I have always wanted; a family.

"Are you tired?" Harry whispered in my ear while playing with my hair. I looked at the clock on my phone, which read 12:30 in the morning. I shook my head no.

"I think I got enough sleep on the plane," I look up at him. "Why? Are you tired?" He shrugs his shoulders up and down.

"Just a little."

"Then sleep." I tell him before looking back out the window. I hear him sigh heavily before speaking again.

"Faith," He pauses. "Are you still mad at me?" I turn my attention away from the scenery outside of the window and to my boyfriend sitting next to me.

"Not really," I sigh. "I just overreacted." He raises his eyebrow and analyzes my face.

"Are you being serious?" I slowly nod my head yes.

"Yeah." I tell him cautiously. "Why?"

"Well, usually you wouldn't give up a fight that easily."

"Listen, I get jealous and you get jealous. Lets not let it get between us." I tell him so this conversation doesn't go further than it should. He smiles at me before pulling me closer to him.