Just friends?...yeah right...

Chapter 61

Chapter 61

--Nour's P.O.V.--

*Last full day in Italy*

"Nour. Wake up, love." Harry whispered, kissing my ear.

"All we have is the concert today. Let me sleep." I growled.

"Yes, but Simon wants me to help you write a song today."

I opened my eyes, rolling over so my chest was on Harry's. I rested my head on his chin. "He was serious about that?"

He chuckled. His breath tickling my neck. "I'm afraid so. But we can have fun too."

I lifted my head to look him in the eye. "Like how?"

"You'll see." He winked, lifting his head to kiss me quickly. I sighed and sat up, pushing off his stomach.

"In that case, I'm gonna shower."

"I suppose it's pointless to ask if I can join you?"

I giggled, patting his cheek. "You suppose right."

He pouted, crossing his arms and avoiding my eyes. I chuckled and grabbed my change of clothes, running in quickly. I showered and changed. I did my hair and brushed my teeth then walked out of the bathroom to grab my purse and gauze to change my bandages.

"Hey, beautiful." Harry, mumbled, tugging on a t-shirt. I smiled and lifted my shirt, not caring if Harry saw my bra. I started unwrapping myself, sucking in a sharp breath as the cold air hit my stitches.

"How many times do I have to say let me do it?" Harry asked, rushing over with the cleaning solution. He applied it, then tied the gauze around me tightly. I smiled, then stepped on my tippy toes to give him a soft kiss.

"Thanks."

He grinned and took my hand, leading me out of our room. We knocked on Louis' room door to say goodbye. Louis finally came to the door, followed by Niall, both in their boxers.

"What could you possibly want?" He growled.

"Just wanted to tell you that we're going out for a bit." Harry said, slapping Louis' cheek.

"I'll bring you back some gelato." I promised Niall who brightened up considerably. We waved goodbye and went to the elevator headed to the lobby. Once we were outside, Harry started waving frantically to the nearby gondolier. The man smiled and rowed over to us. Harry got in first, then helped me in after, sitting me down in his lap.

Somehow, Harry managed to get across that he wanted the man to take us to a cafe for breakfast.

"Siete voi due in viaggio di nozze?" The man asked. Harry looked at me for a translation, his curls brushing my cheek. I closed my eyes, translating.

Are you..two on your...honeymoon?

I blushed shaking my head. Why did everyone in Europe always assume that just because we're together, we're married? We're freaking 16 and 18 years old!

"No, lui e il mio ragazzo." I clarified as quickly as possible. The man smiled and nodded politely, continuing to row. Harry nudged me.

"What did he say?"

I shook my head, looking at the water. "Nothing."

"Sure. I'll find out eventually, you know."

I sighed. "I know."

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"This is so Italian." I giggled, dipping my spoon into my gelato after breakfast. Harry smiled and took a bit of his, then pulled out a small composition book.