Change Your Ticket

Someone seems happy

Harry's POV

Do you know these scenes in romantic movies, or even parts in books, where the two main characters are on a date and suddenly everything is rushed? Like, the reader only gets to read a tiny bit of dialogue and the rest is being overlooked. Or in that case for movies, the viewer just gets the cheesy background music, whereas the characters take a long walk at a beach, then grab something to eat, to most likely end up wrapped up in a cozy blanket, watching the stars, while listening to the occasional sound of the waves or birds? As far as I can tell, I know these moments very well. And as much as I like them, I always have thought of them to be unrealistic. What are these two people talking about all the time? Isn't their any awkward silence at some point? Do they just vibe so much that everyone knows when and where to touch the other person? Or is it really like that, perfect?

So far, I have stuck to my first assumption, which is that everything they show us, is a bit exaggerated and they just leave out the not-so-perfect-parts.
However, with him, I'm not quite sure if I am still agreeing with my previous assumption. Sure, there have been some moments where I have felt nervous around Zayn, maybe lots of them. But we still have this weird connection between us. Earlier on the metro, I  rested my head upon his shoulder with only afterwards realizing what I just have done. But instead of making me feel like I have done something wrong, Zayn leaned his head against mine, nudging it lightly, before tenderly intertwining our hands. And I swear, my heart could have melted at that gesture. It's like all doubts, all nervousness just vanished into thin air. I even  had the courage to beam up at him, which earned me a soft smile of his. And somehow not only the affectionate touching seems to have worked as I know it from the movies, but the talking as well. There, indeed, hadn't been any awkward silence, and if we didn't say anything for a few minutes, I still felt comfortable. But mostly, the two of us talked. About life, about our feelings, a bit more about books and music.
You may wonder how we have spent the entire day. Well, we basically checked out a few thrift shops, which luckily, Zayn also likes a lot and I ended up buying not only a cute sweater, but fancy sunglasses as well. On the other hand, Zayn had found a leather jacket and to my amusement he hasn't not taken it off since then. In all honesty he shouldn't, because if I have thought he looked hot before, I don't know what to call him right now. He looks absolutely breathtaking. The jacket suits him as if it was his second skin. And when we stopped at a boulangerie to buy some baguette and other delicious looking pastries, which we happily carried close to the Seine, and Zayn took out a cigarette, I might have lost it. Because even though I despise the smell of cigarettes and I would probably never feel the urge to smoke one myself, he looked mesmerizing while doing so, especially, with wearing that jacket. And I am certain that he was quite aware of that, because a hidden smirk stayed plastered on his face the entire time. And maybe, I still sneaked a picture of him or two, wanting so save that moment.
When we had finished our little pic-nick at the river, we  continued to leisurely stroll through the streets some more, observing the people around us and making comments on anything that came to our minds. During all of that, Zayn has held my hand, or sometimes, he switched it up by gently putting his hand on my back.
I am not quite sure what all of this means. I don't even know if he is serious or if he just wants a little spring-fling. All I know is that I want more. Call me crazy, but this guy is the first one to have wiped me off my feet within mere days. Maybe even with just our first encounter, although I didn't want to admit that in that moment, he kind of had already triggered curiosity in me and I definitely have felt attracted to him.

"Someone seems happy", Lou states amused when he is entering our in the bedroom. His eyes are shining full with contentment and with curiosity, maybe. I am not so sure, because his folded arms across his chest are making me a bit nervousness. And maybe, I also don't feel like already sharing my surreal day with him, yet.
"I guess so", I evade, averting my eyes back on my book Jane Eyre.
"How was your day? And where is Niall?", I want to know, although still not managing to face him again.
"He's waiting in the entrance hall with the other two lads. And he is flirting with Liam", Lou responds, smiling.
"No way", I drop my book at his last comment.
"Yes way. I had to be third wheel for the entire day", Lou sighs dramatically, but I know he is happy for Niall as well.
"I'm sorry about that", I reply hesitantly, although I feel like Lou would have  been the third wheel as well if he had hung out with Zayn and I.
"Don't worry. It was kinda cute to seem them together. Besides, I already have my eyes set on someone. And I think she might like me too. Well, we'll see about that, but I asked her if she wanted to tag along tonight and she said yes, so...", Lou excitingly tells me.
"Really? Who is it?", I noisily want to know. "I'll tell you if you tell me about your day with the bad boy", Lou sassily retorts.
"Zayn is not a bad boy", is all I huff out.
"With the jacket he looks just like one", Louis remarks and I have to give him that point.
"Anyways, I'll meet you girl either way", I exclaim and I tell you about my day eventually. But now we should go, right? At least I figure you came to tell me we're leaving."
"Yes. You 're right", Louis agrees and drops questioning me about my day, whereas I start to properly dress myself again.

Zayn and I have had a wonderful day, but in the end we parted without a kiss, instead, he merely excused himself to make a phone call and said I could go back to the hostel, since it was urgent and he would most likely spend an hour chatting to that person. Of course,  I didn't really like that plan, but it's not like he hadn't just spent the entire day with me. Whoever called him, couldn't really make me jealous now, for taking him away from me, even though I do really want to know who that important person was. Still, it sounds a bit ridiculous, but is it so wrong to want his attention?

Putting on a loose dress shirt, I am finally ready to go.
When we arrive at the lobby, I can already see the three lads standing in the entrance from afar. Niall is throwing his head back in laughter, while Liam stares admiringly at him. However, Zayn's gaze immediately is on me. Bravely, I glance back at him, forming a light smile, while feeling the heat rushing to my cheeks.
This is gonna be an interesting night, hopefully.