farfalla

VI.

8:15 PM

The car comes to a stop and I awake to the lack of motion taking in a deep breath and blinking my eyes a few times. Stretching out I saw Harry had pulled up to a hotel that looked of pure luxury. The white brick and lighting pure and bright, unlike the dingy street lights.

Getting up out of the car I followed Harry into the front entry where the lighting became brighter against the dark night sky. My heels clicked against the immaculate white tiled flooring echoing throughout the enormous lobby. The setting was beautiful and looked as though it came straight out of a billionaires dream. Very few people were roaming the lobby due to the darkness outside and ticking of night time. I could infer that anyone staying here was important and had things to do in the early morning to attend to.

"Bonjour! Accueillir au diamant noir!" The lobbyist greeted Harry and I. Then going on to ask what she can do for us. 

"I besoin d'une chambre pour deux s'il vous plaît." It genuinely surprised me that Harry would ever say the word please and use polite manners. Although, he may have used proper manners his facial expressions did not match that of kindness. The same frown was still etched on his face, I was almost convinced that that was the only expression he knew.

I also was enchanted by the way his tongue spoke the language of love. The way he pronounced the accents in the words he spoke was hypnotic, I could listen to him speak all day. There were parts of Harry I found to be incredibly beautiful and magnetic like the way he spoke French or the color of his mysterious eyes. Then you had the other side of the spectrum, parts of him that I despised. The parts that were cruel and uncaring.

Grabbing the room key after exchanging information that was most likely all false Harry gestured for me to follow him. I turned my head back to the lobbyist making sure to get in one last word that Harry hadn't.

"Merci!" I called to her before catching up fully with Harry who always was in a hurry of some kind. Everything was so fast paced with him and yes I understood why but it was still exhausting trying to keep up with it all.

The elevator ride up to the penthouse suit felt like forever and a day while I burned in the silence Harry basked in. I wanted to talk to him, ask him questions about why he was the way he was but that would only earn me unwanted negative attention from him. He had told me that one of his rules was not speak until spoken to and that was going to be the hardest of all. I couldn't just talk to myself in my head, I needed someone to talk about everything that has happened.

Coming to our room Harry slipped the key card into the designated slot; waiting for the green light signal. His hand wrapped around the door and opened it up to an oversized room that looked more like a room fit for a princess. The bed was huge stretching wide to fit at least three people comfortably, although this alarmed me seeing that there was only one bed. Where was Harry going to sleep? Surely we weren't going to share a bed were we?

The rest of the room was immaculate, beautiful curtains grazed the floor against the window while the landscapes of Paris twinkled outside. Lights glittered across the city bringing a spark of happiness to develop in my chest. It was all so beautiful and just with one glance outside brought me such wonder and amazement to what this city held.

"It's so beautiful!" I commented out loud turning my head from the window to try and find Harry. Searching for him I found him making sure the locks on the door were secure, something I should have guessed.

Walking over to him I say, "I'm going to get in the shower."

"You need to be quick about it, we have things to do tomorrow and I don't need you complaining about being tired." He answered turning back around to face me. My eyes caught his but I turn around quickly afraid to hold the contact, pacing to the bathroom where I closed the door behind me.