One (h.s.)

eighteen

the one where Harry can't take it anymore (Charlotte can't either)
-end of may 2014-
cause all of me loves all of you

ps. imagine harry without the fedora

Charlotte woke up at 7AM silently, not wanting to wake up Sebastian and having to face him so early in the morning. She removed herself from the bed as slowly as possible, and once she was out, she rushed to the bathroom where she had laid her outfit last night.

She did her morning routine, applying the minimum of make up, and then slipped into a maxi dress she just recently bought. She felt as if it was pretty comfortable for whatever adventure Harry had planned for them both and was a gorgeous dress too.

Once she was all prepared, she quickly wrote a note to Sebastian saying 'Early morning trip with Audrey, might come back late. -Charlotte' and left it on the night stand beside him.

She walked at a fast pace towards Harry's flat, even though she was half an hour early. She just couldn't wait anymore to be with him again.

"Charlotte?" A groggy Harry mumbled after she had knocked on the door and he had opened it. He was half asleep, with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and hair all over the place. "You're," he checked his watch to see if he was correct, "half an hour early."

"Yeah," she said shyly while chuckling. She shifted her weight on her feet, looking like a lost little girl.

"Come in," he addressed her, taking his toothbrush out if his mouth, "We can leave earlier than expected then."

"Where are we going?" she asked curiously, her right foot bouncing slightly in anticipation when she sat on his couch.

"Out," he smirked while walking back to the bathroom to finish off.

Charlotte groaned. "Come on, Harry! Tell me!" she complained.

Harry laughed from the bathroom, and splashed his face with water. When he walked back into the living room, where Charlotte sat, he was already dressed and ready to go. "Come on, little lady, we're going for a ride," he said, beaming at her while stepping out of the doorway and waiting for her so that he could lock the door.

She eyed him suspiciously, but followed him out and then down the stairs anyway. When they were on the street, still a bit vacant as it was only approaching half eight and Parisians didn't seem to wake up early, Harry stopped in front of a small sleek black car. She looked at him confused, never having known that he owned a car.

"I rented it," he admitted while walking around to the driver's side.

She opened the door and stepped in, admiring the interior of the rented car. Harry observed her as she marvelled over the features, which weren't much, but the difference between the cars she was used to and this one were enough to make her stop and try to catch every detail.

"Are you going to tell me where you are taking me then?"

"A winery," he revealed, starting the car and driving away from where it was parked and onto the empty streets.

"So you want to get me drunk at... maybe about 9 in the morning?"

"I thought you'd just like the scenery of the place and have fun making some. The wine and you being a lightweight is just a bonus."

"Oh, so romantic," she said rolling her eyes.

"That's me," he chuckled while turning to her for a second and winking at her.

"Where are we driving to then?"

"Small place called Épernay. Bourdeaux was too far away, but maybe I can take you there sometime."