Flights⭐H.S

⭐ Chapter 19 ⭐

Beautiful ~ Bazzi

Harry and I were out on, officially, our second date. Cause we've gone out a lot of times but we usually just call it hanging out. But this time the label 'date' was very much clear and I very much loved it.

"Harry you suck at this." I watched as he attempted to knock off three cubes off a tray with a ball.

"Shush, Skycakes. I'm trying to be romantic and win something for you." Harry rolled his eyes flashing that dimpled smile of his that makes my nervous system go frenzy.

Much to my surprise, Harry actually managed to knock all the cubes from the tray on his third and last attempt. Therefore, the old guy from the stand handed Harry a small stuffed bear and gave him a wink. Harry thanked him, then shook his hand.

"This is for you, Skycakes." Harry gave me the bear which I hugged without hesitating.

"Thank you, curly." I told him.

"You're welcome, love. Did you see his overalls have pockets?" His eyes were bright and mischievous. They gave my tummy butterflies as per usual.

I stuck my hand in the stuffed bear's pockets to find two pieces of paper. I looked up at Harry and his idiotic grin. They were two plane tickets. When my eyes scanned the destination I screamed. Literally screamed like Regina George when she realized those Swedish bars were making her fat.

"Oh my gosh, Harry. You didn't." I exclaimed.

Harry simply gazed at me and smiled wider. I hugged him so freakin hard and I was not satisfied until I heard his struggled breath.

That was last week, and here I stand today in front of the Eiffel Tower with Harry. In the city of romance.

And I still can't wrap my head around it. Someone pinch me. I've already cried like four times since we got here.

"Looks like you're holding it up." Niall gives Harry a thumbs up from his crouching position on the lawns of Jardins du Trocadéro as he looks through my camera. As soon as I found out we were coming to Paris I rushed to Best Buy and bought myself a professional camera after coming to terms with the idea that I would be living off granola bars next month cause ya girl is poor.

I let out a loud laugh. "Niall you liar. No he doesn't."

Harry's smile fades at my comment and pouts his pretty pink lips.

"Niall?" Harry questions.

"Shut up, Sky."

"Allow a professional to do it, please." I give Niall a little hip bump making him fall sideways onto the grass.

I tell Harry how to place his hands to get good shots of him. Afterwards, Harry takes more pictures of me. One laying on my tummy on the grass. Another doing goofy faces. And Niall takes some of us (shut up, Sky I know how to work a camera.)

Niall tagged along literally two minutes before we left the house after Camila told him she was going to go away for the weekend to visit her grandparents. But I love Niall's small Irish butt so much, that I really don't mind at all.

He's kinda like our baby cause we have to make sure he's never hungry or tripping over things. He's always laughing and blushing and yeah, Niall is the cutest thing in the whole wide world.

Today was our first day in Paris. We were all staying together in one hotel room. Harry and Niall sleeping on one bed and me on the other. Niall often farted in his sleep and was very loud at night mainly rambling off about golf or football, and Harry loved making knock knock jokes and eating bananas at 12 am but I wouldn't want it any other way.