Five

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Harry

I went to the market to buy the alcohol and the food for the party.
What are me and my friends celebrating?
Josh finally proposed to his girlfriend.
Like every girl dreams (I guess), he proposed to her at the Eiffel Tower, yeah, so romantic.

For me, a cliché.

Poor Josh, no more parties with the gang.

I smiled and grabbed the beer.
It's called 'noir', that reminded me of her.

She's so weird but cute at the same time.

9:30 pm

When people started coming, more alcohol came.
But she wasn't here, that made me curious.

What is she doing?

I'm probably being annoying, so i won't text her or call her.

I sit on my sofa, where a couple was eating each other.
I gotta clean that side.

I look at my phone waiting for her to text me "I'm coming" or at least a call, but it didn't happen. I decide to grab the phone but when I'm about to call her; A little figure was trying to get out of the bunch of people in the principal door.

She was..., beautiful.

Her short brown hair, her red lips, her blue eyes, wow.

And when she smiled, that was enough to kill me.

But I hide my 'in love' face and smiled at her back, I start to walk to her and gave her a kiss on her cheek.
I could see how her cheeks started to turn red. That's a cute fact of her.

"You came" I spoke and Noir looked at me.

"Why wouldn't I?" She got close at me but then her eyes went to the fridge. "Is there beer?" She asked.

"Yup, I'll bring it for you" I answered and went to the fridge to grab the beer.

I give it to her and admire how she put it on her lips and drink a bit.

She looked at me with a funny smile "what are you looking at?" She asked and then went to the sofa.

Touché.

We spent the night laughing and eating, I could see how josh was enjoying and how the girls tried to flirt me, but this night, my eyes were for her, for Noir.

4:15 am

The party was over, and a lot of drunk people get out of my apartment.
Josh, thanked me and the gang for the party and asked us if we wanted to be in the courtship of his wedding.

Now, Noir and I still on the sofa. She looks even prettier with her crossed legs and her hand holding her head, her red lipstick was almost gone because of the beers we had, but she still being beautiful.

"You told me the other day that you can play, right?" I asked her. she nodded and asked me why, I told her to wait and went to my room to grab my guitar.

I gave it to her and she smiled and take it. She's so beautiful, God.

"What do you want me to play, Monsieur?" She asked.

"Whatever you want, ma belle" I answered her and she made a thinking face then Noir started singing 'give you what you like' by Avril Lavigne.

"...When you turn off the lights, I get stars in my eyes. Is this love? Maybe someday.
I've got this scene in my head I'm not sure how it ends. Is it love? Maybe one day, so don't turn on the lights, I'll give you what you like..."

When Noir finished the song I didn't say a word, I was still admiring her.

"What?" She asked me with a nervous smile and put the guitar down.

"Don't, put it again on your legs" I spoke and grabbed my camera that was on the table next to me.

I took her a picture, she seems so nervous and excited.

"Noir" I call her and she looks at me.

"Uhm?" She asked grabbing her hair and putting it back with her hand.

"Tu es parfait" I tell her and she looked down with a nervous smile.

"Thanks" she murmured.

I asked her to stay here because she was drinking a lot, she insist that she could go or call a taxi but I let her cleared that she had to stay.

"You can sleep in here, I'll sleep there" I said "take this" I grabbed one of my shirts and give it to her.

She said thanks and i closed the door. I was thirsty, I grabbed another beer and started to drink it. But her voice made me turn to her.
She seemed so delicate with my shirt covering all her body, this is going to be forever in my mind.

"Can you sleep with me?" She asked me shy and humble.

I did rest with her, she turned to the other side of the bed and I fell asleep as fast as my head touched the bed.

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