She's Not Afraid

Cliché

***Chapter 38***

Drew's POV

A few nights later into the tour, I found myself walking around Paris with Harry.

INCREDIBLE, I TELL YOU.

The city was beautiful. The buildings were just how I imagined they would be, except more beautiful, if possible. It smelled of freshly cooked pastries and fancy people and rain.

It was our first day here, we just arrived a few hours ago, it was about 2 pm here and the boys didn't have a show today, so Paul said we could wander around as long as we stayed under the radar.

"Where would you like to go?" Harry asks me, swinging our hands together along as we walked. I looked over and smiled at him. He was wearing a red flannel that had the sleeves cut off, black jeans with two big holes around his knees and his old brown boots. I guess he was trying to be indie rock or something, you could see his tattoos because the first two buttons were undone on his shirt. His hair was messy and he was wearing sunglasses to disguise him a little, even though it wasn't sunny at all, really. The clouds were starting to turn a nasty color of grayish blue.

"It doesn't matter to me." I tell him flatly. I just enjoyed being in this beautiful place with him. I let go of his hand, bumping his shoulder with mine, making him lose his balance a little. He is definitely caught off guard as he laughs a little, bumping shoulders with me again, a little harder this time.

I lose my balance and stumble backward feeling someone steady me. I feel a strong hand on the small of my back, the other one on my waist, catching me. I look up at the handsome French stranger who seems to be my age. He smiles flirtly, winking once before apologizing in a thick French accent.

Wow, French accents are hot. Man, I love Paris.

"uh...I, uhh, sorry." I say, not breaking eye contact with this handsome dude. Ok, I sound like such a girly girl who falls in love with someone on the street. No, seriously, this guy was SO attractive. I don't know how to explain it. His hand is still on the small of my back um wow asdghkl;'

"I'm Drew." I introduce myself.

"Gabriel." He says, shaking my hand.

I hear someone hysterically coughing behind me and I turn around, not stepping away from the guy.

"We should get going..." Harry says, holding his hand out to me, fake smiling at my French guy.

"Yeah," I shake my head. He's right. There's so much to see. "Sorry for uh, falling into you." I apologize, smiling Gabriel and taking Harry's hand.

My French guy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a slip of paper, hastily scribbling something down. He hands me the slip of paper and waves before Harry pulls me away from him.

"What's your deal?" I ask Harry, shoving the already wrinkled phone number in my pocket and glancing at him.

"You're such a flirt." He mumbles as he rolls his eyes.

"Me? I don't get why everyone thinks that! I never talked to any guys at school unless they were on the football team with me." I tell him honestly.

"Well maybe Zayn's got some kind of influence on you." He says, entwining our fingers. His tone is still a little bitter as we walk down the side walk.

I glare at him for a second before I stop walking. He notices this and stares at me questioningly as I dig in my pocket for the paper I just received. I pull it out and hand it to him, me looking at him expectantly.

He rolls his eyes and rips the paper up, me crossing my arms across my chest. He throws the shreds of paper in the nearby wastebasket.

"Happy now?" I ask as we continue walking, passing cute little boutiques and shops and bakeries

"Very." He smiles kissing me on the cheek and grabbing my hand in comfort.

We walk for a little longer, stopping in a few stores along the way. We didn't find anything that we thought we absolutely needed, but all of it was cool. As we step out of a shop, I feel a drop of rain drop on my forehead. I look up at the sky, only to realize the clouds are now a darker gray and look somewhat angry, if possible.

Bloop

Another raindrop falls and hits my nose.

Bloop

Then my chin. Then my shoulder. Soon, it's lightly drizzling on Harry and I. Realization of what's happening hits me and I sigh. I take both of Harry's hands, looking him straight in the eyes. It's raining slightly harder now, my hair being the first thing to get the most damp.

"This will not turn into some sort of cliché romance novel moment." I strictly tell him. He smirks and goes into kiss me, but I put my hands on his wet shoulders, extending him at arm's length, not allowing him to get any closer. "I'm serious." I say, but can't help but chuckle at how this would be a perfect Fan Fiction moment.

"It won't be one of those..." He says, smiling, slowly, taking my hands off his shoulder and holding folding our fingers together. He comes in close and I watch his every move. How his eyes sparkle mischievously. How when he smiles, his dimple becomes even more prominent. How his chest rises up and down slow and steadily. I feel his hands leave mine, finding a place on my hips. Within a few seconds, he has pecked my lips and hauled me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

I pound my fists on his back as he continues to run down the street. "Harry! Harry!" I scream. The rain pours down harder and I can feel it soak through my shirt and shorts. With every step he takes, I can hear the squish of his water logged boots.

"Harry, put me down." I say sternly and he stops running. He walks over to a building that has an awning over it, covering us from the rain. This is useless, because I'm already soaked. But nice try.

Harry sets me down and immediately he pulls me into a deep kiss. His arms wrap all the way around my waist and my hands hesitate on his chest before we kiss with more passion.

Our lips mold together perfectly. I don't know how to describe the feeling. This is the first time he's kissed me like this. It's pure lust and want, but it doesn't take away from the passion I feel on his soft lips.

My hands grip the sides of his face lightly and I kiss him deeper. His tongue licks my bottom lip and I hesitantly allow him. I've never gone this far before, with anyone. Blame me, I'm new at this stuff.

I lightly tug on his hair and he little out a little moan into the kiss. We kiss for a few more seconds before I pull away. He looks and me, his eyes a darker shade of green, not as dark as they can get, though. That only happens when he's really mad.

Come to think of it, the only reason I pulled away was because I couldn't breathe. I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. "I guess I forgot to breathe." I say sheepishly, smirking.

He smiles genuinely, embracing me tightly and twirling me around in a hug, my feet coming off the ground due to the height difference. "You're so cute." He whispers, kissing me on the cheek.

I roll my eyes at him. "Way to make it as cliché as possible."

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I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE

I was really busy this weekend and I was sick today, so I dind't have much time to write. This Chapter is a little shorter, but I felt like I REALLY needed to update. I hope you like it though, lots of romantic stuff :) Please tell me who you ship :) BTW next chapter will be Harry's Point Of View, and I'm excited for that :)

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