strangers // styles

Six

When I woke up, and turn to the right side of the strange bed.

Harry was still asleep, his lips a little bit open and his eyes closed. He seems so vulnerably. I think he felt my eyes on him cause' he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"Morning" he says getting up from the bed and walking to his bathroom.

"Hey" I said grabbing my phone to see a lot of messages from Chris.

Fuck, I haven't text him.

Chris 3:45
Are you alive?

Chris 4:36
Shall I go to France to find you? Come on! Answer me.

Chris 5:27
If that guy Harry kidnaped you, i will punch him and then maybe I will consider fuck with him. Where are you? Goddd!1!!1

After calling him and tell him that I was fine, what was I doing and tell him that I had to go because harry was going to get dress. I put my pants on and when I'm putting my shirt harry opened the bathroom door and saw me in an uncomfortable position trying to put my shit on.

"Sorry, sorry" he says looking other way.

I finished putting it and felt my cheeks hot.

That was embarrassing.

"Don't worry, I should probably go I have to..."

"No, you're not going anywhere, I'm gonna take you for a ride, this time, in my car, don't worry" he told me and let me get into the bathroom.

I look myself in the big mirror in front of me to put my hands in my face and to sigh

What am I doing?

Now in the car with Harry, and with a Big Mac in my hands, he starts eating his and put music.

The ride spent with jokes and songs, he sings well.

When we finally get to the place harry told me, he grabbed my hand and we sit in the floor watching the big city of Paris like in the movies.

I turn to harry and he looks at me with a close smile.

"Beautiful, right?" He asked me.

"Yes, thank you for bringing me here" I answered him and i lay on the floor.

Up here, the stars seems more beautiful than In photographs. Talking about photographs, I felt a flash that made me close my eyes.

I looked at harry and he was (as usual) with his camera.

"Beautiful as you" he spoke and made me smile.

"Harry?" I call him.

"Yeah?" He turns at me.

"Is this love?" I asked him, waiting for his answer.

"For me?" He asks, and then he rests next to me. "It is"

I get up and put my face close to Harry's face.

I get to admire his green eyes, his lips, his eyebrows, again.

But i didn't get much time to admire him, because he grabbed my cheeks and pressed his lips to mine.
the movement of our lips was pure pleasure, and my fingers under his hair made me opened my mouth to let his tongue into mine.

Well, we are in France after all. (The French kiss)

"Lets stay here together and watch the sunrise, please" I spoke and our lips connected again. I took that as a big 'yes'.

Somewhere only we know.