Day by Day

Pizza & Capresse

I'm driving through a dense traffic. It's 6pm and I just want to get home and take off my heels. The lights of the passing cars in the opposite way start giving me a headache. I'm deciding which radio station to listen to when my phone starts ringing. I take it out of my purse to see Harry's name on the screen.

"Hi baby I'm driving".

"Hi babe. On your way home? Cause I'm driving too and thinking I could take you out for a nice dinner tonight", he says.

I think about it for a moment, I'm really tired. But since when I can say no to him? "Fine. Should I drive straight somewhere?"

"Uhmm what about your favorite italian place. I know how much you love pasta". I smile at the fact he's always trying to please me. "That would be great. Are you up for a race? The first getting there can order double dessert"

"My Range will beat your Prius" he says and hangs up. I remember I'm in the middle of traffic and curse myself.

I get to the restaurant and tell the young lady in the front door someone's waiting for me. She guides me to the table and watch her blush as she recognise the person sitting there. Harry stands up and plants a kiss on my cheek. He's wearing a white, buttoned up shirt with a black blazer over it, black jeans matching it. He has a ponytail on top of his head.

I will never understand that ponytail.

He pulls my chair for me to sit and then sits in his chair. He stares at me with a small smirk forming on his full lips. "What?" I say. I know he's containing his laughter, probably because I look like shit. But it's Monday and I went to my internship and then to class; I got all the right in the world to look like this. I must look like a mop next to him, he always looks flawless to me.

"Nothing babe, it's just that I won" he says. I roll my eyes at him. "Well, at least I won't have to double workout to burn up that fat" I say and laugh. He rests back on his chair and looks at me intently. Then takes out an envelope from inside his blazer and hands it to me across the table.

"The reason of this lovely gathering is because of this" he says with a straight face, wiggling the envelope between his hands. I begin to panic, not knowing what he's talking about. I look into his green eyes as I take the envelope in my hands and start opening it. I look down to see a bunch of plane tickets.

What?

I take them out, still not knowing what these are. There are at least 20 plane tickets to different destinations, not counting the ones that bring me back to London. Holy shit. Australia, Spain, Argentina, different states in the United States. I look back at him, still confused, looking for an answer. Harry gives me a satisfied look and wiggles his eyebrows up and down. I give him my confused look again and he gets it and starts talking.

"Well, as you know, tour starts in three weeks. And as you know, I have a hard time been away from you. So it was simple. Thanks to the fact that you are a control freak and write everything down, even the times to have lunch and dinner, I stole your planner for one night, took some pictures and sent them to my assistant. She took the job of matching each possible free time you could have with my location on tour. She gave me that list and I chose the places I know you wanted to visit. The other days, of course, I will be coming back home. Everything is perfectly planned for you to have a good time, babe."

I'm shocked by the incredible gesture, and I try to remember what I did to earn such a perfect boyfriend. Harry is the perfet guy. Always so thoughtful and caring. Always planning ways to surprise me, even with something as small as a bouquet of my favorite flowers. But this, all these plane tickets? Who does that? Who takes the time for such an amazing detail? The most huge smile forms on my lips. I can't help but stand up, walk across the table, pull him up and throw my arms around him.

"I love you" is all I can say and give him several quick kisses on his perfect, soft, pink lips. I don't care if there are people watching us. "I clearly love you more" he says, and calls the waiter to take our order. I go for a focaccia and Capresse salad and he orders a pizza, promising to share it with me. We then spend the rest of the night talking about every single place we'll visit together.

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