Back On Stage [Harry Styles]

European Dreams

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CHAPTER SIX: EUROPEAN DREAMS

''Catch me if you can!" I yelled and I started running, and with every step I took I felt the grass tickle my feet, since I was barefooted. I could feel the heath of the sun on my skin and I loved it. My chaser tried to catch up with me, to get me. I wouldn't let him, so I quickened my pace to try to make the distance between us bigger. My hair was flying around me and it made me feel like superwoman, who was always flying around to save the day.

As I saw the hence, which meant I was near the end of the garden, my pace slowed down. I stopped right in front of the wooden fence and looked at the view in front of me. Beautiful.

The beach in front of me was breathtaking. The sand was a light shade of yellow and the sea was light blue. You couldn't see where the sea ended and where the sky would begin, since the colours were so much alike. The sound of the waves made me relax and I wished I could wake up to this view every single day. 

Suddenly I felt two muscular arms around my waist and I smiled when my chaser gave me a kiss on the cheek. We were both a bit sweaty due to the weather and the running, but I didn't really care. I felt his curls against the back of my head and we both looked at our surroundings. My hair felt sticky against my skin and usually I would have whined about it but today I barely acknowledged it.

''It's beautiful.'' I whispered. I reached for his hand and squeezed it. Everything felt surreal, as if it wasn't really there. I giggled as he gave several kisses in my neck, I was happier than I had ever been. There was no place I would rather be right now.

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I blinked a few times when I noticed I wasn't at the beach anymore. I was in the tour bus, lying on the couch. I had been dreaming, I realized. I groaned when I felt someone shaking me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get back to sleep. 

''Stop.'' I mumbled and I heard the familiar chuckle from Harry. Harry kissed my cheek and I opened my eyes to see his eyes a few centimetres away from mine. I smiled when I saw him, but a few seconds later I yawned, making him chuckle again. The chuckle that sent chills down my spine. 

''Goodmorning. You fell asleep really quickly last night.'' He told me and then I realized everything what had happened last night. I felt a bit guilty, but I had been really, really tired.

''Sorry.'' I said and he shook his head, sitting down on the couch as I sat up as well. ''Did you sleep well?'' I asked. 

''Yes, I did. You?" I nodded. ''You want some breakfast? We can go out and get some bagels if you want to? Or maybe something else, whatever you want to eat, of course.'' I frowned as I thought about it for a second. He looked a little bit worried, as if I did not want to spend time with him. I stopped frowning and started smiling.

''I would love to, Harry.'' He was relieved and I got up quickly. Harry let me use a travel toothbrush - something which was always on any tour bus, just in case. I brushed my teeth quickly and fixed my hair. I exited the bathroom and saw him standing against the refrigerator, with his phone in his hands. When he saw me, he put his phone away and we left the tour bus. 

After driving for about twenty minutes, we arrived at a cute breakfast bar, called Bahija. There weren't many people in there. I saw an old man with a newspaper, a couple sharing pancakes and a tall woman with a toddler. Jazz music blasted through the speakers. We sat down at a table in the back of the bar, where there weren't any people. A waiter came up to us, I would assume he was around twenty years old. He smiled at the two of us and asked if we wanted something to drink. We ordered two glasses of water and the waiter quickly wrote it down and left. I grabbed a menu and scanned through it and so did Harry.