Cherry- H.S

Dirty Converse.

A/N: Hi, I adore this song, no pun intended. Also, hello to all my new readers....

I roll on my stomach, and turn to see Harry sitting on the bed with his guitar. We're still staying with his mom for now, we're staying for one more day, and then we're going to go back to London so he can bring me to the airport, and I can go back home. He's staying in England until the new year hits, the whole team is meeting him here in Europe to film the Sign Of The Times music video, and as much as I would love to be here for it I can't. I have so much work piling up for me back at home, and I miss it.. I miss it so much.

Harry continues to play his guitar, and I check my phone, noticing a text. It's from an old friend, a friend from high school that I still keep in touch with. I smile, opening the text. She said call me when I can... She went to college to study french, she was supposed to spend a year there, but ended up moving back after she finished school, and now she's married to some fancy french dude. She's been bugging me to visit her since she moved but I never had, and I already have a feeling I know what this call will be about. I sit up on the bed, and press the call button. He turns around, and I notice his phone on his leg, he's recording. I give him a soft look.

"Sorry.. I can go in-"

"You're fine." He nods, continuing his playing, and the call picks up.

"Bonjour?" I hear on the other end, her voice sounds groggy.

"Bonjour! Tu dors ? Pardon" I mumble, realizing I might have woken her up. I hate time differences...

"Je suis réveillé maintenant. Je sais que j'ai dit d'appeler, mais je dois me réveiller. C'est important ?" She speaks back, and I smile, missing her voice,and seeing her. It's been way too damn long... Last time I saw her I wasn't.. Well I wasn't me.. I was dating someone else, I was someone else.

"Eh bien, non ... non, ce n'est pas important..." I speak back, and notice Harry's gaze turn to me, his lips in a soft smile.

"Que faites-vous ici en Europe? Je croyais que tu étais à la plage?" She speaks out, and from the looks of my social media she saw that I had been in Jamaica, and California beaches so it completely makes sense why she's a bit confused.

"Eh bien, alors ... nous sommes allés à la plage et maintenant nous-"

"Attendez... Je suis désolé d'avoir à y aller. Je t'appellerai plus tard. On doit rattraper le temps!" She speaks out, and I smile. What I would do to one day visit France just to see my friend, and catch up face to face.

"Parfait!" I sit up, and Harry leans over, reaching out. "Harry!" I laugh as he touches my skin. "Bon au revoir!" I speak on my end, and close the call, throwing my phone on the bed, seeing him stop his recording.

"Good morning." He pulls me into him now, fully able to reach for me.

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't know you were recording or else I would've gone in the other room." I tell him, and he smiles up at me as he holds his arms latched around my waist.

"Well now I have a pretty recording of you speaking french that I can listen to anytime I feel like it. Whenever I miss you, or when I just feel like hearing it.." He tells me, and I shake my head at him. "I love it.. That you speak french." He tells me.

"You speak it too silly." I run my hands through his hair as he sits lower than me. I lay back on the bed, and he rests his head on my stomach, both of us staring at the ceiling.

"Not like you can... I'm not too good." He tells me, and I smile.

"I'll teach you." I tell him, keeping my hands in his messy curls.