I'm Here to Fix You

Chasing Cars

Chapter 28: Chasing Cars

Darcy's P.O.V

I think you know you're in love when you would actually put someone else's happiness before yours. Harry didn't go to the damn kick off party just to prepare this amazingly fun treasure hunt for me, who knew how long he took time off his schedule to have this all set up? He's already done so much for me and I feel bad for doubting him. I shouldn't have doubts in him, I'm the one messing up. He's Harry, he'll take care of me. I trust him that's why I'm going to be completely honest with him as soon as I see him. He deserves it. I looked up at the last flight of dreaded stairs I had to take, just 15 left. I sprinted to the top without hesitation to be greeted by an empty view deck, but the lights were still beautiful. The skyline was just breath taking. I was about to go back down when a young boy of about 7, with cute suspenders suddenly popped out from nowhere and started walking towards me, holding a huge canvas in his hands.

"Mister Harry instructed me to draw you," he smiled, his hazel eyes shining under the moonlight.

I crouched down to be leveled with him, "He did?"

He excitedly nodded while turning the canvas around, "Do you like it?"

The little boy is indeed the artist. I couldn't even draw myself like this. He did a full body drawing, me in the red dress I'm currently wearing, smiling brightly with one hand clinging to the back of my other elbow. This little kid sure had the talent and an amazing career waiting for him when he grows up.

"Of course, I love it!" I smiled, giving him a squeeze, "What's your name?"

"Harry," he beamed, "Well not your Harry but I'm Harry too."

I giggle at his response, "Well Harry, is there a chance that you might know where my boyfriend is?"

"Well, they say X marks the spot," he winked at me before pulling me to the edge. I instantly looked down to see a big red X mark on the bottom of the tower, why didn't I see that earlier? I could hear the melodies of La Vie En Rose being played but it didn't sound like it came from tape. Did Harry get live performers too? I guess I have to find out.

"What are you doing just standing there?" little Harry questioned me, "Don't you want to see Mister Harry? Come on lady!"

This kid is definitely cocky that's for sure. I let myself be dragged by little Harry down the steps again for my legs feel like Jell-O. He was pulling me in tow by my elbow and from time to time he would complain that I was so slow and tell me to go faster. I followed him anyways, one hand holding the canvas and the other still holding my shoes. The trip down was a bit slower than the trip up even if it was easier.

When we finally reached rock bottom, little Harry let go of his tight grip on me and took the canvas from my hand to place it along the other gifts Harry got me tonight. I almost had a panic attack when I saw dozens of racks filled with the clothes Donna and I designed plus a lot more of her couture. I told Char I'd be only taking this one! But my nose thought otherwise and got distracted by the mouth watering smell of the Ratatouille. I took my eyes off the clothes to see the bottom of the Eiffel Tower turned into a beautiful wonderland. I think I might tear up right then.

In the center was a white-clothed posh table for two like it has just been shipped out from Le Meurice. Truth to be told, there was a violinist and a saxophone player playing the sweet melodies of La Vie En Rose from a distance. Flower petals were all around the floor and the pretty colors made the night even more amazing. I didn't sneeze as I walked around, gladly Amelia didn't put daisies as I instructed her. There were also pictures hanging on strings of Harry and I through the past month I didn't knew we had. Maybe he got it from the paps? Some were with the lads during rehearsals, one was when we were at the London Eye, another was during their first concert, some taken in their big red bus and so much more. I walked towards our candle lit dinner, rose petals adorned the pearly white cloth.