Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

Most of the POV's will most likely be Taylor, just a friendly reminder that if it's Harry's POV I will note that, but from now on I will no longer be stating Taylor's POV so I hope that's fine with you!

"I don't think we'll make it in time for lunch, Andrew said that we have to go to this picnic which will take fucking 2 hours to get there. Fucking Andrew." Harry cussed.

"You're starting to curse more, are you?" I ask. Ever since we started this whole 'fake' relationship contract thing, he's been swearing a lot.

"That's me, love" he replies. 

I might've let this stupid confused face of mine come out and I think he noticed.

"You swear more often too, you know that?" he finally says.

I decide to stay silent, maybe this whole contract thing made us become our old selves. I don't know.

*

Its been about nearly an hour into our drive and we still haven't arrived yet. 

"We're almost there." He answers my thoughts, I give him a nod and look out the window. My eyes start to get heavier and heavier every second, as I am about to fall asleep, I feel Harry's hand resting on my thigh. I immediately feel the warmth yet the uncomfortableness. I feel like this is wrong.

After a few seconds, I nudge his hand away and he immediately removed his hand and rest it on the gear instead. I can tell he's disappointed, but I can tell that he knows that this is wrong too.

The air stiffens and it is completely awkward but luckily, my exhaustion steps in and I fall asleep.

*

I feel Harry's hand on my shoulder shaking me gently. I flutter my eyes and notice that we're in the parking lot. I give him a weak nod signaling that I'm awake and rub my eyes roughly.

He pulls the car door open and I step out feeling the cold London breeze. Paparazzis immediately snapped their cameras on and on. It hurt my eyes, literally. Harry snaked his long, muscular arms on my waist and it stiffens, he's protective, I guess. 

I wrap my arms around Harry's back and he looks at me for a moment before smiling. I do the same, I don't want to look like a weirdo just not smiling. The cameras go wilder, what is with this 'wild camera' thing anways.

Finally we reach this open restaurant. It's definitely some kind of a picnic thing. I don't seem to see a name for this restaurant. But it's gorgeous. The stair ascending upwards seem to be leading to a hill- well it's maybe a cliff, I see an edge, the hill is decorated and filled with cloths lying on them and a small table in the middle of the huge piece of cloth. Most likely a place for couples. Paper lamps light the place and the aroma of lit candles fill the air. Other than that, I can smell the essence of the cold breeze and food. I'm starving.

The cue is long, but Harry and I take the VIP of course, Andrew reserves everything. After the waiter shows us our 'table/cloth' and we take a seat. The view is absolutely beautiful, we get the edge of the hill and we arrive just in time for sunset. This is somewhat romantic. Like really.

My phone vibrates and I pick up, Harry stares up and I raise my index finger telling him to wait., him replying with a nod and looking back to the view.

"Hello, it's Andrew" Ugh.

"I know I can tell from your annoying name written consciocly on my phone" I said rolling my eyes as Harry laughs, too loud.

"Yeah yeah whatever, but other than you whining your ass off, I want you and Harry to do some PDA,"

"Okay," I simply say, I don't want anymore of his blabber.