Harry seemed so excited to surprise me that he completely forgot he knew nothing about France and its confusing confined little streets. Within less than half an hour we were so lost that we couldn't even find our way back to the hotel.
"So is this what you planned?" I laughed while Harry nervously browsed his phone for directions, all the little streets looked identical. "I'm just loving this whole Dora the Explorer moment we're having here. Quite unique."
He gave me a glare that told me he was way too stressed to laugh at my attempt of lightening the mood. In all honesty I'm not mad at Harry's planned day taking an unexpected turn. Atleast I get to laugh at him while he fails in directing us. I'm also trying to convince myself that it's not due to the fact that I'm relieved I won't have to deal with any lovey-dovey shit. Please let it be the first one. Dear God, please.
"Hey Hazza, don't stress it. Let's just keep walking and get a bite to eat." I smiled hoping he'd stop being all mopey. I felt horrible knowing he was probably beating himself up over nothing.
"Its just... I had a perfect day planned and now it's ruined. I can't even find a fucking art museum, ugh." Okay. Maybe it wasn't nothing?
"We can always search some directions later and try again tomorrow?" I shrugged.
"It had to be today. I'm so useless."
"Stop this." I stood dead in my tracks and cupped his face, forcing him to stop aswell. "Look at me and listen up. I'm sure you planned the perfect day and I'm sure I would've absolutely loved it, but it didn't work out and it's not your fault that France has basically no taste in changing street from street styles." He cracked a faint smile. "So please for Christ sake stop beating yourself up and just look at the sunset, just enjoy now."
"Okay." He looked off at the beautiful sky then at me and just stared.
"What now Mr. Mopey pants." I laughed
"I'm realising how lucky I am to have this view." He grinned. "It's beautiful. It's perfect."
"What?"
"Uhh, the sunset?? You're right, breathtaking." He smiled at his little ankle-boots and combed his locks from his eyes.
We still have some time before dark, let's get some food in you."
We walked down this fairly old-ish vintage street that was well lit with little fairy lights and lightbulbs in random places and objects. It was like a scene from a romcom.
Eventually we found this adorable little artsy poetry club.
Au Chat Noir
It was a secluded little gathering of artists interested in sharing their talents. Harry and I thought it'd be good o get some hamburgers and eat them here, but we first had to check the mood, honestly I would've stayed in anycase. This place felt like my aesthetic.
With retro brick walls with all earthy-wooden interior, but still some modernish hanging ceiling lamps and subtle traces of cutesy plants all over the place, it was like my spirit hang out spot.
A bite-sized girl with a mop of nearly shoulder lengthed hair took to the stage and fumbled with her fingers. "Um hi, I'm Clover. This is called 'Yours'.
"The right person, the wrong time. The right script, the wrong line. The right poem, the wrong rhyme. And a piece of you, that was never mine." The crowd snapped with looks of wonder, it was so good I wanted to applaud, but I held myself back.
"Thank you." She smiled and trodded off.
"Pretty darn good." Harry looked surprised. "So how'd you like it here?"
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Finding Jess
FanfictionJess is basically your average 16-year-old loser. She is a pessimist with major trust issues and has extremely low-self-esteem. I wouldn't blame her though, she has all the reason to be. She's caught up in choosing between her crush, someone she sho...
