paired {h.s}

part nine

Harry's POV

I woke up the next morning feeling so much better than I did when I went to sleep. I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes, looking over to see Danika still fast asleep on the other single bed beside me.

Her wavey dark brown locks had fallen out of the messy bun I remember she had put it in last night and were now scattered around her shoulders and drooping over the side of her face.

But still, she looked beautiful.

Danika was a character, for sure. She was funny, independent and definitely a little bit nuts. And that was what made me develop a tiny crush on her.

I don't know much about her though, but from what I do know, I definitely like.

"Danika..." I whispered, watching her peacefully sleep. I got up and creeped over to her little bed.

"Danika, get up." I shook her slightly this time and one of her gorgeous brown eyes opened to meet mine staring down at her.

She said something inaudible before closing it again.

"Hey, we're going sightseeing today. Come on." I chuckled, still speaking in a slight whisper.

"Sightseeing?" She slowly opened both of her eyes and stared back at me.

"Mhm." I nodded.

"Alright." She gradually sat up and put her hair in a cute little ponytail before rubbing her eyes and smiling at me. "Morning."

"Good morning." I smiled back, watching her clamber out of bed to get to the bathroom.

About an hour and a half passed and I sat in the living room area of our hotel room, waiting for Danika to finish so that we could head out to breakfast and then go sightseeing.

I'd only been on the job for two days and I was honestly loving every second of it. Even though we were breaking literally all the rules in the Mi5 Spy Handbook right now.

"How do I look?" My head whipped around to see Danika walking out of the bathroom, dressed in a white t-shirt, army green jacket and black jeans.

"Perfect." I lifted up my two thumbs and rose to my feet.

"Aw, thanks." We exited the room and walked down the long corridor together. "So, what's for breakfast?"

"Hmm, I was thinking iHop?" I looked over at her questionably to which she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"What's that?" She asked.

"How do you not know what iHop is?" I gasped as we entered the tiny lift. Danika pressed the G button and we began to move.

"I've never been to America for anything except missions..." She mumbled, making me gasp more dramatically this time.

"No way!" My eyes widened, Danika nodding shyly. "Well, today, I'll be your tour guide."

She laughed, rolling her eyes at me. Her laugh was unlike any I'd heard. When she laughed, little dimples pricked into her cheeks and her smile was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen.

"Okay, tour guide," The lift doors slid open, Danika and I walking out towards the front exit. "What is this iHop you speak of?"

"iHop stands for International House of Pancakes, so they do pancakes and stuff." I smiled, holding the door open for her to go first then following behind.

"That's amazing!" She turned around to greet me with an enthusiastic smile, reminding me of a little kid.

"Taxi!" Danika waved her hand out, and just like before, a yellow taxi came our way. I rolled my eyes jokingly at her, slightly pushing her into the taxi.

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Danika's POV

I shuffled over into the far seat of the taxi and put my handbag down, watching Harry shut the door.

"Where to,-" I looked at the driver to see that I recognised him and by the look of it, he recognised me.

The flirtatious taxi driver of yesterday.

"Model girl! And her model manager!" he turned to smile at both of us.

"Hey, fancy seeing you here again!" I chuckled lightly, looking over to Harry who this time looked like he was going to jump out of the car.

"So, where to?" He resumed his original position, facing the road and viewed us now from his front mirror. "Same place?"

"Nope," I said, popping the 'p'. "The nearest iHop, please."

"Sure thing." He started to drive away from the hotel. "So, I never got your name, princess."

I thought of using a fake name, just in case I couldn't trust him. I mean I barely trust anyone nowadays. Why do I even trust Harry? I don't know, there was just something about him.

"Dani." I said, slyly motioning for Harry's phone. He gave it to me quickly and I put my number in it under the contact "duh-knee-kuhh" with a monkey emoji next to it.

"Cute name." The driver replied, his eyes on the road. I mouthed a "text me now" to Harry.

"Thanks." I smiled again at him.

"And your model manager?"

"Harrison." Harry said, the driver nodding. My phone buzzed in my hand.

Unknown: This driver is very weird.

I added his number to my contacts and stifled a laugh.

me: literally what i was about to say aHa

haa-ree: He's high key flirting with you, have you noticed yet?

me: ofc i have man it's creepin me out

haa-ree: Also, he's flirting really badly

Like even I can do better

me: lol u sure

"Why's it so quiet back there? You guys alright?" The driver yelled over the noise of New York, slightly startling me.

"Yeah, great." Harry nodded as we came to iHop and the car made a slow stop.

"There you are, guys." He chirped.

"How much?" I asked.

"Nah, don't worry. Ride's on me." The driver sent a toothy grin and slid a piece of paper through the little hole in the divider.

I took the piece of paper and unraveled it to see a phone number written down under the name, Lewis.

"Call me sometime." He nodded, making Harry literally pull me out of the car as I waved him goodbye.

Could come in handy sometime.