One (h.s.)

twenty one

the one where he's so in love he just had to

-june 2014-

He grinned at her when she finally took his hand as they rounded the corner, where their actions could be kept secret from the people at the hotel. Harry leaned in, holding her close by the waist, to press a small kiss on her lips.

He had called her telling Charlotte that she must accompany him tonight, not even giving her an hour to ready herself. So there she stood in front of him, with the most casual dress ever, still looking absolutely beautiful to him.

"Where are you taking me tonight, then?" she asked when they parted and began strolling again, swinging their intertwined hands between them.

"To the bestest place you'll ever be."

"And that is?"

They were now walking towards the bridge that helped them cross the river Seine, and she could see the Eiffel Tower not far away.

"A romantic dinner for two," he kissed her hair, "at the Eiffel Tower."

She stopped in her tracks, pulling Harry down to a stop as well. "You're serious?" she asked, amazed.

"Yep," he grinned and pulled her in close so he was holding her waist against his body again. "It's closed off and everything."

She looked up at him from his chest, because she had decided for some reason to not wear heels tonight. "Really?"

"Yes," he said, emphasising the s, squeezing her waist once.

"I adore you," she murmured before pushing herself up by leaning on her tip toes to kiss Harry on the lips.

"Come on, we're getting late, my dear."

-

When they arrived to the Eiffel Tower, and Charlotte actually realised that what Harry said was true -- it had been closed just for them -- she turned around as soon as they stepped on the lift leading them up.

"How'd you do it?" she questioned.

He shrugged. "I'm really good friends with the hotel's boss."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

"Asked him to do me a little favour and he helped me get this place. I have therefore lost my rest days for a month."

"Oh, Harry. You didn't have to do that," she exasperated leaning into his chest, with one palm of her hand resting on his fast-beating heart.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, "I wanted to."

Stepping out of the elevator, she realised that the view from the monument was much more magnificent and mesmerising at night. She gasped, pacing towards the railings and taking all the view in.

"It's amazing," she whispered when she felt Harry wrap his arms around her and lean his head on her shoulder from behind.

It seemed like he couldn't keep away from her a second tonight; always holding her hand, or by the waist, or by the shoulders, always kissing her head, or neck, or temple, or hair, or lips. And she really liked that.

"Not as amazing as you," he said softly, turning her around in his arms and kissing her on the lips.

They stood there, by the railings, with their arms all over each other and lips moving against the other's. In some ways, every movement their mouths or their tongues made, emitted how much they liked each other and how thankful they were for having one another.

He pulled away before it could get too heated and leaned his forehead on hers, "Dinner before it gets too cold?"

She nodded against his forehead and Harry kissed her temple before pulling her to a table that was already set up.