Simon cowells daughter

"Here let me walk behind you" Harry said, taking in mind my clumsy ways. "I'm not that clumsy" Harry laughed to himself, somehow finding me funny.

I sighed and let him walk behind me, but only because I don't want to trip down the stairs and break my neck.

"Careful" Harry whispered, his hand gently pushing on my back as I walked up the stairs to board our flight.

I reached the door and had the flight attendant stamp my passport before continuing to my assigned seat. Harry sat down next to me after he had gone through the same process.

I rested my hand on Harry's knee in search of comfort. I've only been on a plane once, and it was only like an hour long.

Harry looked at my hand before slipping his underneath it, our fingers intwining, but my hand still rested on his thigh.

The plane shuddering jolted me awake, and Harry's awkward laughing.

"What's so funny" I asked, looking at Harry strangely. His eyes traveled to his thigh, I followed his glance. "Oh god sorry" I quickly removed my hand from gripping the middle of his crotch. "You also sleep talk" he added, his smirk growing. "Really? What did I say?"I asked, my interest suddenly growing, I never knew I sleep talk. "You said oh Harry please oh god.." Harry whispered, exaggerating with some grunts. "I did not." I protested.

"Then why was hand in my crotch" he smirked.

I couldn't think of an answer so I just stayed silent, keeping my focus on the movie playing.

"Oh harry" Harry teased, trying to distract me.

I kept my eyes on finding nemo, Ignoring his childish behaviour.

He rubbed his arms on my shoulders mockingly.

"Go away" I giggled, shrugging his hands off me.

"Harryyy" he said in the girliest voice he could manage.

"How loud was it" I asked my anxiousness getting the better of me.

"Not that loud, only loud enough for me and maybe the people in front." He laughed at my mouth dropping open.

the flashing red seatbelt sign interrupted our disturbing conversation, I struggled to buckle mine up for the landing, Harry kindly offered to help, his hand 'accidentally' slipping to a place below the waist.

The plane rumbled as we broke through the air, shuttering to a stop as we slowly rolled down the runway.

"Come on" Harry urged, taking my hand in his and helping me up from the seat.

~

"Okay where should we go first?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Uhhh.. Eiffel tower?" I suggested, its been my dream to stand on top of the Eiffel tower. We had finished unpacking so we were going sight seeing.

"Okay. Off we go." I took his fingers in mine and walked out of the hotel room.

Our holiday is only for two weeks so I really want to make the most of it.

We hopped out if the yellow cab and stood in front of the Eiffel Tower.

I just kind of stared at it in awe. It's beautiful.

The afternoon sun was getting ready to sleep, a beautiful sunset setting in the sky.

"Let's go?" Harry asked.

We decided to take one if the four elevators half way up then walk the rest of the way.

"Okay this is tiring" I sighed.

"Come on" Harry urged.

"Nooo" I whined.

Harry's hand firmly squeezed my backside, causing me to shoot up from bending over.

"Harry" I scolded.

I continued walking up the stairs, my face peachy red by the time we reached the top.

"This is amazing" Harry sighed.

I over looked the city, taxis zooming through the arising darkness, a light drizzle of rain shadowing the headlights.

"It's raining" I said stupidly.

"Wow" Harry said, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"I LOVE ALANA COWELL" Harry's voice echoed throughout the sky, I stared at him, his sudden outburst shocking me.

"I LOVE HARRY STYLES" I squealed, a bright eyed grin crossed Harry's face.

"I love you" he whispered, his forehead brushing against mine.

"I love you too" I whispered, he gently pressed his lips against mine.

The drizzle turned into a heavy rain, we both pulled apart and raced down the stairs to cover.

Stupid rain.

~

"So what did we do at the Eiffel Tower again" Harry asked cheekily as I ran a towel through my damp hair.

"I can probably show you better than I can tell you" I mumbled.

"Show me then" he whispered, our foreheads once again brushing together.

I brought my lips softly to his, and he turned it into a rough passionate kiss, our tongues pleading for entrance.

God Paris really is the city of love.