Rescue Me [H.S.]

5. My First Friendship

Victoria's POV

I’m waiting in Heathrow Airport for Harry. Seeing all the people almost running around in the airport stresses me. So many families are running around, screaming and yelling, too excited for their summer vacation that they have probably looking forwards to for weeks, maybe months. The stress makes me unable to think, which is maybe a good thing.  Since the concert he has taken me to play golf, (not my thing at all), a tennis match (a bit funnier), and now, you can say, things have escalated quickly – I’m going to Paris with him.

Since the concert he has kept me so busy I haven’t really had time to figure it all out and think about what I am doing. Which is probably for the best, because when I start to think about things, I only concentrate about the bad things that could happen.

He invited me to Paris, because One Direction is doing a concert over there. I’m only 17, so he thinks I need to get my mom’s approval of this follow-Harry-everywhere-to-see-the-world-thingy.

Which is why I’ve told Harry that my mom knows where I am going, and that’s part of the truth – I left a note saying I’m on a trip with some friends. She will probably think it’s strange, because, let’s face it, I’ve never had a friend, but she will probably soon forget about me.

Plus, when Harry found out I didn’t have a phone, he insisted that he’d buy me one, so I also left a phone number on the note. I think I’m being very responsible.

I quickly recognize the curly hair under the very familiar cap – I really don’t get why no one had recognized him yet with that lousy disguise. I’m just glad that no fan has seen me with him yet, I’m not sure why, I just wouldn't like getting attention just because I'm around him.

“Hi!” he yells and gives me a quick hug, which calms me down. “We have the whole day in Paris, the show doesn’t start till 8 o’clock, so I will have plenty of time to show you Paris,” he says with a huge smile as he hands me my ticket.

I still feel like a charity case to him, and I don’t like the fact that he’s paying for everything, but after we shook hands on our deal, he also made me promise that I would just “go with the flow”. Why do I even care about my dignity when I’m not even gonna be here much longer? I will just let Harry do his “charity”-work and try to save me, and then when he forgets about me, which he soon will, I will make the final cut.

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The view is fantastic from the Eiffel Tower and the air feels so fresh. I look down on the busy city, Paris, and I can almost feel the stress and anxiety from the people down there. I feel such at peace up there, probably because I think heaven is gonna be a bit like standing above everyone and looking at people far away. It is so tempting just to finish it here – to jump down. A bit dramatic, maybe too dramatic and selfish. My exit shall be like I am – calm and quiet.

A familiar laugh makes me forget about my suicidal thoughts – Harry’s. His hair is acting crazier than normal and a little kid is standing right in front of Harry, is pointing, and laughing, at his hair. “It’s not only girls you attract,” I joke, as the kid’s parents drag him away. “’Course not. Haven’t you seen me?” he smirks.

And I just shake my head and turn away from him to admire the view. I don’t want to like him as much as I already do – not in a romantic way, but he is the closest thing to a friend that I ever have had, and he confuses me somehow.

“I thought about taking you to Louvre. You know, your brilliant mind would probably want that, but…” he says in his slowly, raspy voice. It did not take Harry long to find out, that I am quite intelligent. It only took a visit into a bookstore, where I bought some heavy books and then already having my money ready, before the cashier had told me the price. But it doesn't take a mastermind to figure out that Harry doesn't want to go to Louvre.

“We could also grab some food and meet up with the boys,” I suggest, because I know that’s what he wants. Not because I particularly want to be with the other boys, their confusing about why Harry’s bringing me along is obvious.

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