Our Moment - Hendall

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-Harry-

"So, you're not coming?" I asked Nick, as I walked out of the steaming bathroom, a towel wrapped around my lower area.

"No, I'll pass. Me and Ryan are supposed to go hang later," He said, flopping down onto his bed, as I walked to my side of the room and started to pick out clothes.

-Kendall-

"Is that Jaden you're texting?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at Kylie, as she looked up from her phone to roll her eyes at me.

"Well," She dragged on, making me raise an eyebrow, as she blushed a little.

"He invited me to lunch with his family. They're here in Paris," She said, and I smiled at her.

"So? What are you waiting for? What are you going to wear?" I asked, turning away from my suitcase to look at her.

"I thought you wanted me to come with you," She said, dumbfounded and I smiled.

"Of course I'd like that, but I don't think I'll be able to handle both you and mom from embarrassing me," I laughed, before she snatched a pillow of her bed and threw it at me.

"Are you going to tell mom? That you knew Harry before-" Kylie started to ask, but I widened my eyes at her, before loudly coughing.

"Kendall? You okay? Bundle up, it's a little chilly outside," Mom yelled from her room across ours, making Kylie giggle.

"I really don't think it's the right time, but Harry doesn't know that they don't know," I sighed, as I headed into the bathroom.

"We've got a meeting after lunch, Kenny." My mom yelled, being my manager and all, before the loud sputter of the shower coming to life filling the bathroom.

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"You look beautiful, love," Harry complimented me, as he planted a small peck on my lips, making me more nervous.

I ignored my mom's coughs and winks, as Harry greeted my mother formally.

My eyes took this opportunity to admire his muscular body covered by his clothes. He wore tight jeans, a brown patterned shirt, leaving the first few buttons unbuttoned,  familiar brown ankle boots adorned his feet and his famous brown Jewish hat perched on his head. His curls grew longer than I had last seen them, his green eyes were hidden by brown sunglasses.

"Shall we?" My mom started to reach for the door handle, but Harry had beaten her to it.

"After you," Harry smiled, as my mom chuckled and entered. I followed her, Harry's hand on my back, guiding me to a table.

"Is the table alright?" Harry asked me and my mom, as we approached a table in the middle of the room.

I nodded, before we all got seated, removing our sunglasses and hat in the process.

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"So, then I told her what a stripping pole means," My mom laughed, as she drunk more wine.

I looked away, in embarrassment, as Harry roared with laughter.

"I can't believe you attempted to strip a the age of 12," Harry chuckled, after my mom excused herself to the toilets.

I shrugged, as my finger traced the rim of my wine glass, a thought running through my head.