Paris In The Rain [h.s]

3

Four weeks have come and gone without seeing the beauty of Harry Styles. I caught myself thinking about him at least three or four times a day, realizing I couldn't get him out of my head. My mind would wander to him during my lunch break or before I went to sleep at night.

It was now August in Rome, which meant the days were still hot but starting to cool off. With the holidays just around the corner, the boom of the season was about to come. Other than Mother's Day and Valentine's Day, the winter months normally become our busiest.

"What are your plans for this evening?" Liam asks me as we're sitting at our desks.

There weren't any trucks coming this afternoon to unload so I was wanting to leave early, "I don't have any," I shrug my shoulders while sending him a quick glance, "What about you?"

"Louis invited both of us to come to a wine tasting. I think you should come."

I hum in response, not feeling like dressing nice and going out this afternoon, "Eh. I don't know. I'm kind of tired."

"Harry will be there," he adds, raising an eyebrow at me.

"What would make you think I'd care if Harry was there or not," I smile, already starting to feel myself get a bit excited at the thought of seeing Harry again.

Liam laughs and leans backs in his chair, "Oh please. I'm not dumb. I see you daydreaming about him almost every second of the day."

"I do not!" I laugh, knowing I was lying straight through my teeth.

"Sure," he rolls his eyes, "Just come. It'll be fun."

"Fine," I smile, "but only because you asked me. Not because you said Harry would be there."

Liam gives me a look, both of us knowing I was lying yet again, "I'll pick you up at five."

Turns out five came faster than I had expected. I left work at four and have spent the past hour pacing around my apartment, making sure I looked okay and what I would say to him if I saw him. I hear a knock on my door and grab my purse and phone before opening it, "Hey, Liam," I greet him once I open the door.

"Ready to go?" He smiles at me, looking me up and down, "You look lovely."

"Thank you. So do you. Trying to impress Louis I see," I wink at him, walking down the stairs and out into the street.

"No more than you're trying to impress Harry,"  he says, raising an eyebrow at me as we get into his car.

I bite my lip, knowing it was true. I had spent forever just trying to make sure that whatever I chose wasn't too basic or too fancy which ended up with me staring at my closet for what felt like hours. I ended up wearing a simple yellow sundress with wedges, "Okay. You caught me."

On the car ride over to the wine tasting, Liam talks about how he and Louis are getting more serious and how he thinks he's the one. By the look in his eyes and the smile on his face that went from ear to ear, I could tell he was serious about this relationship.

Unlike when we first met - the look of sadness and heartbreak evident in his eyes - he was once again happy and glowing even brighter than before. Louis seemed to have turned the dial of sunshine up even higher and it was something I admired him for, noticing how he seemed to be bringing out the best in Liam.

"We're here," Liam smiles and pulls into a slightly empty parking lot.

"Why aren't there a lot of people here?" I ask, getting out of the car and walking with Liam towards the building. The wine tasting was on the roof of the building and I could hear chatter and laughter flitting down to us from where we currently stood.