After Harry picked me up, we went to the hotel to drop off my stuff. As I got ready, Harry was telling me a story of something he and the guys did that he found hilarious whereas, I found it ridiculous.
"Are you almost ready?" He said with a whine.
"Yes. I just need to put my make up on."
"Why?"
"Because we're going out."
"But," he said before wrapping his arms around my waist,"you don't need any. You're beautiful. That's what makes you beautiful. You don't need make up to be pretty." I felt myself blushing and turned around. I only had one coat of mascara on and a little bit of lipgloss.
"Ok then. Let's go. I'm ready."
We walked out the door and into the elevator when I started wondering about everything I'd see in Paris.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Well I was gonna go get something for us to eat but I'm not so hungry. Are you?"
I always felt nervous when I was asked this question. It's all about the food to everyone, isn't it?
"Umm...no not really."
"Ok. I'll take you to see the most famous landmark in the world."
"Yay!" I said and laughed along with Harry. I turned on the radio and Ed Sheeran's 'Thinking Out Loud' came on.
"I love this song!" I say as I turn the volume up. I started singing along and when the high note came on, I went as high as I could. I noticed Harry turn and look at me surprised and proud. As soon as the song ended, Harry looked at me and smiled.
"Well, someone has a voice!" I immediately felt myself blush. "I'm serious, Ev. You do. What's your full name?"
I give him a confused look. "Evelyn Selena Malik."
"Mmhm. I see it now. 'Evelyn Selena Malik!" We laugh as Harry pulls into a parking lot. "For the record, if you ever go for it, I'll always be there. Front row. With a backstage pass." I just smile as a reply and we both get out of the car.
"The Eiffel Tower! Oh my gosh...HARRY look! It's so pretty!"
"Just like you."
"Oh my gosh. That was so cheesy, Harry! But, thanks, anyways."
"Let's go, yeah?" He said as he took my small hand in his.
"Yeah."
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We were almost to the top of the Eiffel Tower when Harry grabbed my arm. I turned to look at him.
"Close your eyes. Trust me. Close them." He said. So, I did.
"Harry if something happens to me it's your fault. Just letting you know."
"Yes I know."
I let Harry guide me up the final set of stairs. Harry let me go and told me I could open my eyes. I opened them, and gasped at what I saw.
"Harry."
