*March 24th, 10 PM. Marcella's Pov*
The motor hums steadily over the smooth road, our bodies sway in our seats at every turn. We arrived in Paris at 10:23 PM on a quiet Tuesday night; the soft glow of the street lights reflecting on the taxi cab window.
I roll down my window and let out a delicate breath.
Here we go.
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Dancing Into His Arms (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanfictionHe literally starts stroking his freaking chin, peering at me from under his dark sunglasses; attempting to look like that sexy bad-boy in the movies, I assume. But... I mean... what the heck, man? Just an hour ago you were skipping around on stage...
