Substance over Styles | H.S.

XXXII. No Time to Lose

Hello everyone!

Here's another chapter for you. And what the fuck all happened last week?? First Harry, then Niall. At this speed, I don't think any of us can keep up. It's not good for our health, we should definitely DM this through to the boys.

Anyway...enjoy

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Dinner at the restaurant, near the Duomo or the gigantic and colourful cathedral, was absolutely wonderful, as expected. The interior of the restaurant wasn't very big, on the contrary, you had to walk down a set of old stairs in order to get to the cellar of the house where the actual restaurant was. But once inside, it was mesmerising. Giovanni, the owner of the restaurant, which made me laugh considering the owner of 'La Genova' in London is also called Giovanni, was the most delightful person. Ever so charming towards particularly me, surely because I had a pair of actual boobs where Harry had mere nipples. Four them to be precise. Giovanni suggested us to taste the Bistecca alla Fiorentina. 'Oh my God, this is good' was all I could say in-between bites and sips of the delicious Brunello Harry had ordered, also especially for me since it was still my favourite.

We talked, we laughed and simply enjoyed our time together. It was refreshing to have no colleagues barging in or no parents interrupting us with a badly planned phone call

Just to see how we were doing, yeah right.

Harry and I decided on having a short little night stroll through the still lively streets of Florence. The atmosphere here always amazed me. It was something about Italy and its endless ways to make everything so much more romantic than home. Once we arrived at the hotel, we asked our keys back and went straight up to our room, deciding that we should try out that bar on the rooftop some other time. Also, for some reason, Harry seemed very eager to get to our room. I knew he thought that it was an absolute divine suite to sleep in, but that couldn't be the only reason. Maybe he had another surprise for me? He also kept joking about my so called 'need to keep up my energy', whatever the hell that means.

I was currently standing in the bathroom and getting ready for bed. I heard the sounds of the telly resonating through the room. I smiled to myself once I heard Harry laugh at some joke Ross had said. He was such a cute little die-hard. I can't even remember how many times we watched that show together in my mini flat. I wiped off the last bit of make up and rinsed my face with water afterwards. After brushing my teeth and putting on the midnight blue satin sleeping shorts with the matching top, which was tastefully finished off with bits of lace here and there, I brushed my hair. Since I was feeling lazy, I didn't tie it up and walked out of the bathroom towards Harry who was laying on the cream satin sheets in just his underwear. Even though we had been together for some time now, I still had to get used to that sight, not that I was complaining.

"Aren't you going to get ready for bed?" I asked him, hinting at the fact that he still had to brush those white little things in his mouth, but not wanting to sound too motherly. Harry looked up from the telly and a lazy smirk formed on his lips once he saw my fine satin outfit.

"Yup. I'll be back in a second." He said, his eyes not leaving my body and his smirk never leaving his lips. He walked passed me without dropping his eyes. I giggled.

"Keep your eyes on your feet, H."

I chuckled once I heard him whine after he reached the sink. I walked towards the bed and pulled the sheets to the back. I got comfortable in them and grabbed the remote. I lowered the sound and enjoyed the rest of the episode that was playing. It was the one where Joey gives Chandler and Monica hell after he shaved his own legs with Monica's razor. My mind however kept wondering if I forgot something. I couldn't recall what I forgot, but it was slowly getting the better of me. I was deeply in thought when I heard Harry clear his voice. My head snapped over at him and I instantly relaxed once I saw his face.