Aurelie. [H.S]

snow in september

JUNE 2010

Paris

Aurelie's POV:

"Wake up lazy!" I shout to the curly headed, green eyed boy lay before me. He rustles around in the hotel sheets, burying his head in his pillow and reaching his arms out for me to come back to bed. "No. Wanna lie here with you all day." he whines, his voice laced with sleep. 

"Harry!" I shriek as he tugs at my arms and pulls me onto the mattress, "We're going to be late if we lay in bed any longer."

He doesn't reply, he just keeps placing delicate kisses onto my neck, making me squirm due to my extremely ticklish tendencies. "I'm serious, Harry. We only have 2 weeks left before you have to go home, and I would prefer to spend that time down south, lay under the sun with you thank you very much." I complain. 

"Fine." he responds, loosening his grip on me and giving me one last peck on the head before getting up and heading to the bathroom. I met Harry 2 weeks ago in my favourite ice cream shop  whilst I was showing my best friend Alice around the city.

 She insisted on letting the lost British boy tag along with us and little did I know that he would become so much more than the stray that we took in from the streets. Harry had decided to take a month long break to Paris after his GCSE'S, since they meant that he finished school earlier than usual, before he had to go back to England and audition for the X-Factor.

He had somehow managed to get his lovely mother Anne to tag along with him, but she spends most of her days exploring the city without Harry, meaning we got a lot of alone time together. Like Harry, I don't spend a lot of time here. When my Mom and Dad divorced, the agreement was made that I'd live in Los Angeles in the school terms, and visit my Dad during vacation. 

Today Harry and I are braving the 6 hour long drive to my Father's hotel in Pyla-Sur-Mer, 'La Corniche'. Thankfully, neither of us are old enough to drive in France. The thought of being in a car with Harry driving terrifies me. 

He snaps me out of my thoughts by re-entering the hotel suite, a white towel draped around his hips. "You all packed?" I ask him, observing his every move as he places a white cotton t-shirt to his chest. 

"Yeah I think so. Apart from one thing.." he grins, before rushing over to me and pushing me up to his shoulder. "Harry! Put me down!" I squeal whilst kicking at his back.

"As you wish." he places me on top of his suitcase. 

"Harry Edward Styles get me back up right now!" I growl, trying not to smile through my teeth. His wet, curly hair causes droplets to drip onto my cheek, the water tingling against my warm skin. 

Just when I think that he's about to help me up, he clutches my sides and begins tickling me. Laughter fills the room uncontrollably as he continues to tickle me before laying me down on the bed delicately, as if I'm the most fragile christmas decoration in the box. "I hate you so much." I tell him breathlessly.

"You love me really." he responds cheekily, a deep grin on his face. 

"Oh fuck off!" Spending all my time with Harry recently has made me really start to follow his tendency to swear, before I met him I'm not even sure that I'd said a single curse word. "Watch your mouth Mrs." he remarks, plopping down on the bed next to me and playing with the rings that adorn my fingers. 

"I like this one best." he narrated, admiring the plain gold band with a dainty pearl situated on my middle finger. 

"The best ring for the best finger." I chuckle.