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Chapter 24 "Flight 318 Now Boarding"

A/N: I would just like to say real quickly that I started writing that Harry and Grace would go to Paris before the attacks. My heart goes out to all of those effected by the fateful attacks. I hope you all enjoy it all the same. I think Paris is a lovely place and I wish a speedy recovery to everyone effected. Stay strong France.

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"Flight 318 now boarding " Harry and I both heard the lady over the intercom say. We quickly grabbed our carry ons and headed to our plane. To say I was excited would be an understatement. I think Harry was feeling the same way, mostly because he kept telling me how glad he was that I was coming with him on this trip. All I could do was agree with him on that one.

Harry has been extremely gentlemanly with me this whole time. He carried my bags for me and helped me put on my coat. He opened doors for me and allowed me to walk first, always having a protective hand placed at the small of my back. I adore this man, that much I know. Sam can't and won't ever measure up to Harry. It just hurts me to know that Harry will never completely be mine.

We take our seats on the plane, Harry of course allowing me to take the window seat so I can see the sites as we fly. I feel Harry's eyes on me and then he gently nudges me with his elbow. I look over to see his smirking face.

"What?" I ask confused as to what is going on in that mind of his.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about how this could be us going on a honeymoon or something."

I know in that instant I turned into a tomato from that single comment. The heat rose to my cheeks and I was full on blushing. Why does he have to say things like that? He knew how that would effect me. I try to quickly turn my head to look out the window again, but Harry's hand grabs my chin gently and stops me from my escape. When I turn back I am met with a much for serious looking Harry; eyes thoughtful and focused on me, eyebrows scrunched together, and face much closer to mine than before.

He doesn't say anything just studies my face, taking in every detail. He slowly inches closer and for a moment I think he is going to kiss me which has my heart beating rapidly. But he moves past my face completely and whispers in my ear.

"What if I told you that I wish it was you who I was marrying and not Lisa." I feel Harry's lips brush against my ear as he huskily whispers words I never expected to hear from him.

He pulls away slightly just enough to look at me face, and he stares at my lips before looking into my eyes again. I know he is awaiting my response, but I don't get the opportunity to say anything. The flight attendants begin to tell everyone the basic safety instructions and to buckle up. Harry inevitably lets go of my face and moves away, although I wish he wouldn't.

The rest of the flight was spent with Harry and I sleeping on each other. Although, my mind was racing with questions as to why Harry would say something like that to me. I know he sometimes has doubts about his relationship with Lisa, but I never thought he would want to marry me instead. I thought he loved Lisa? What am I to make of this? If he wished he was marrying me, why didn't he propose to me instead?

But these thoughts are soon replaced with other ones once we land. Harry and I were both busy going through customs, and getting our bags back. We hop in a taxi and Harry gives the driver the address of the hotel he and I will be staying at.

When we arrive at the hotel it is a lot more luxurious and expensive looking than I thought it would be. I don't know why I am so surprised. If Harry knows how to do anything it is live in the finest way possible. He truly does live in style.

"Our room will only have one bed, and it is a honeymooner's suit. I booked that room because I thought Lisa and I would be having a romantic weekend here, but obviously that didn't pan out." Harry says to me as we approach the lift.

"It's okay. I honestly thought that since I had someone to celebrate Valentine's Day with this year I would actually be lucky enough to do so. I guess I was wrong once again." I say chuckling dryly to myself, laughing more at my pathetic life than anything else.

Harry looks over at me a little concerned which I don't understand why. It's not like anything I said was untrue.

"Lets forget about them. How does that sound?" Harry proposes one of the best ideas I think I have ever heard. I smile widely and nod my head as Harry wraps an arm around my body.

We finally find our room and unlock the door to find rose petals scattered all around on the floor leading a path the the king sized bed by the wall. The lights were dim and it gave the whole room a very romantic glow. A bottle of champaign lays in a bucket of ice on a table in one corner of the room. Harry sure does know how to make a stupid and pointless holiday special. Lisa is lucky.

Suddenly Katy Perry's E.T. starts playing, one of my favorite songs, and I turn to see Harry standing by a stereo. "Would you like to dance?" Harry asks with a sly smile.

"I would love to." I say grabbing his hand and beginning to dance in the middle of the room.

I am having so much fun, this is so much better than it would have been to sit on the couch all weekend watching pointless movies with Sam. Sorry.

My body is swaying to the music in its own distinct way. Harry roughly grabs me by the waist and wraps his arms around my body while bitting his bottom lip. This is such a turn on for me. Why is he so sexy?

Harry's green eyes stare into mine, and I am pressed tightly to his body. His face is so close to mine now, not that I'm complaining at all. I can almost feel his breath hitting my face. And then Harry does the most unexpected thing:

He crashes his lips onto mine.

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A/N: Do you love me or what? I hope you guys were listening to E.T. while reading this part because it is pretty sexy. I can picture Harry bitting his lip and kissing Grace hard with this song playing in the background. Just saying....

Niki xx