the deal ~ h.s. (au)

42. It Is You

The castle is just as I have imagined it to be- it is absolutely magnificent. Just approaching it from outside has made me feel like I found myself in a fairy tale, but the interior is simply breathtaking. I believe I have not and never will see a place more beautiful than this - the interior is a brilliant mixture of vintage, modern and  baroque style which gives a stunning result.   

While I am too busy with looking around and slowly falling in love with this place, Harry talks with the woman who has greeted us and who will give him our room keys, "You like it?" Harry asks once he's next to me again. 

I look at him, still completely mesmerised by the beauty of this place, "I love it! This place is such a dream. Did you know that Paul McCarthy got married here as well, in 2002?" I speak quickly, grabbing his arm suddenly from all the excitement that's running through my veins. Harry chuckles, keeping his gaze on me while I get back to scanning this entire place, "I can't wait to see every part of it," I exclaim. 

"I have never seen you so amazed by anything. Not even my dick," he comments and I slap his shoulder in response, but find myself too captivated with the place to even feel bothered with his rudeness, "Let's go to our room," he says, catching my attention with that sentence. 

Before I can even say something to him, someone calls his name, "Harry!" I turn around along with Harry towards the direction of the voice and see a man in his fifties probably, walking towards us with a beautiful woman who's maybe in her early thirties. Both of them are dressed very elegantly, wearing a dark blue suit and a tight caramel dress - in comparison to them, Harry and I looked homeless, "I have missed you," the man, who I believe is Harry's father, says as he stands in front of us.

"Can't say the same," Harry responds and I try my best not to hit him with my elbow. I notice the woman, the future wife probably, looking strangely at Harry before she walks over to him with her long shiny legs and gives him a small peck on the cheek, only muttering his name. I hope the confusion I feel can't be seen on my face. 

"Oh, Harry, you and your humour," his father says, trying to lighten the awkward atmosphere, "And who might this lovely lady be? I'm Daniel, Harry's father," he introduces himself, probably realising Harry won't bother with the introduction. 

"I'm Ella, it's a pleasure to meet you," I politely say with a smile which Harry's father, Daniel, returns. His smile is very similar to Harry's, but not even as half as wonderful as Harry's. There isn't many other similarities between them and I have to believe the differences go further than just physical. 

"The pleasure is all mine. This is my future wife, Sophie," he says, introducing the enchanting black haired woman next to him. I give her a smile, but I don't believe I have ever seen a smile more fake than the one she has just given to me. 

There's a weird tension between all of us, mostly because of Harry and his father - it is so clear how much Daniel wants Harry to speak, to say anything, but the only thing Harry does is look around, not even once looking at his father, "We better go and settle in, huh?" I cut in, hoping I might save us from this, which I thankfully do. 

I say my goodbyes with Daniel, while Harry starts walking away, making me run after him, "That was the most uncomfortable experience I've ever had," I comment once I reach him, trying to cheer him up a little, and he smirks at me in return. But, despite the sly smirk on his face, his eyes are dull and it is clear to me he's frustrated by this not so lovely interaction.

I gasp once we reach the door to our suite, surprised with the fact that we have a suite - since I've never been in one. Harry opens white wooden door and reveals a beautiful room; the first thing I notice is a white, brick fireplace and a golden mirror above it which goes perfectly in contrast with the violet walls. In front of the fireplace there are two greenish arm chairs with little, adorable flower print pillows and next to them are wide windows. I push Harry out of the way, making him chuckle, and run towards one window, parting floral curtains. I open my mouth, amazed by the wonderful view in front of me - I have never seen a more mesmerising sight. My gaze eagerly observes the view of the lake and the small forest around it, "This is beautiful," I sigh before I turn around and let out a quiet gasp.