A Beautiful Affair
Chapter 14
Chapter 14:
Juliet’s POV
“Ready?” Harry called up the steps to me and Paris.
“Yes!” I replied excitedly while Paris just smirked. She’s doing that a lot. I raced down the stairs with Paris behind me. I skipped the last few steps and landed on my feet, my bag dangling over my shoulder.
Harry appeared out of the kitchen with a duffle bad hanging off his shoulder. “Alrighty than, Leggo!” Harry said, walking towards the hall that led to the front door.
“Wait!” I said remembering something, “What about Karen?” I questioned.
“Oh…” he said taking out his phone, “I’ll text her… I’m sure she wouldn’t mind anyway.”
I shrugged and started off towards the front door. Well, I’m sure she wouldn’t care anyway… she is with Louis. We all walked to Harry’s car and hopped in.
“We have to make one stop before we head off to Paris,” Harry said, taking a right onto the road.
“Where?” I questioned, looking around. He didn’t answer, just kept driving. Finally we ended up… wait, “Paris… why are we at Macy’s house?” Macy was Paris’ bestfriend, but I don’t see why we’re here.
“Oh, cause I’m staying here,” she replied casually, stepping out of the car and biding Harry a farewell.
“Wait!” I called, rolling down the window. She turned on her heel and flashed me a cheeky grin. “Why aren’t you going with us?”
She shrugged and blew me a kiss, “Bye Jules, have fun in Paris with Harry.” That cheeky bastard.
**
My feet rested on the dashboard and my fingers tapped the beat of Coldplay’s Fix You, on my legs. Harry hummed and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. It’s currently been 5 hours into the drive and I’m bored shitless.
I still don’t see why Paris would leave me with Harry to go to Paris all by myself with him. This is confusing, Paris the city and Paris my sister, my brain is on overdrive right now.
So many things have happened these past few days… I started school back up, Ronan passed, I’m currently living with my math teacher, who is oh so conveniently engaged to a girl who is falling in love with someone else, my dad single handling gave Paris and I up, I have a crush on Harry, I was welcomed back into Emma’s “bitch crew,” which I joined then dropped out, I’ve cried more these past few days, than I ever have in my life, I let all the feelings I’ve kept bottled up for a long time out, I’ve gotten extremely close to Harry in a matter of like 5 days, and I’m pretty sure I’ve gained weight.
I poked my stomach and groaned inwardly, great gonna have to get my ass off the couch and start working out. Ugh! My brain, it’s working too much.
“Jules,” I was drawn out of my thoughts by Harry calling my name sweetly. I turned my head to him, “Watcha thinking about?”
I chuckled silently at his cuteness, “nothing,” I replied casually.
“Really? Cause it looks like your pretty deep in thought.”
“Nahh…”
He chuckled, “Whatever you say.” He turned up the radio and LMFAO blasted through the speakers. “Girls be like ‘damn he’s fly’!” Harry sang at the top of his lungs. I laughed loudly and joined in singing with him. This will be a fun rest of the car ride to Paris.
**
I felt myself being lifted up from the leather sear as my eyes stayed closed. I was brought into cool air and the car door slammed shut. I sniffled and brought my head into most likely Harry’s chest. I heard a bell ring and I felt warm, kind of ‘cozy’ air engulf me.
“Bonjour,” a man said with a thick, heavy French accent.
“Bonjour,” I heard Harry’s deep British accent respond.
The man started speaking more in French and Harry responded fluently. Harry can speak French? Dammit, he just keeps getting better and better. The talking stopped and I was being walked again.
I opened my eyes a tad to see all the pretty decorations hanging around the hotel’s lobby. Everything was covered in silver or gold, pictures of the Eiffel Tower hung in the wall. This place must of cost a fortune.
I was carried into an elevator and out luggage was brought by an unfamiliar French man. The doors closed and I closed my eyes, snuggling a bit closer into Harry’s chest and making what sounded like a baby dinosaur sound.
“She, she’s cute,” the unfamiliar voice sounded, his thick accent was trying to pronounce English.
I heard a deep chuckle coming from Harry and a strand of hair moved out of my face, “Yeah,” Harry said, “she’s quite cute.” And with that, the rest of the ride was silent.
Harry though I was cute? He, probably the ‘cute’ as in a little kid cute. The elevator dinged and I was brought out into a hallway. I opened my eyes and saw we were in front of a big white door. The man opened it and walked straight in, setting out luggage down, then budding Harry a farewell.
I closed my eyes once more as we stopped into the lightly dimmed room. The door clicked shut and I heard locks go off. I was dropped onto a plush bed, and I opened me eyes and sighed. Harry walked off into the bathroom. God I’m tired.
I quickly discarded my pants and left my baggy t-shirt on, I crawled under the huge duvet and pulled it up to my chin.
Harry walked out of the bathroom in nothing but his boxers and made his way over to the bed. “I see you’re awake,” he commented while climbing under the covers.
I didn’t say anything in response, just stared at him. He turned off the light that was beside his spot on the bed and everything went dark.
I felt him shift a bit, and then his warm, minty breath showered my face when he sighed, “Night Jules,” Harry whispered, kissing my head.
“Night Harry,” I whispered back snuggling into his chest.
**
“Wake up sleepy head, we’ve got a big day ahead of us!” Harry’s pillow came in contact with my face multiple times, and I groaned and rolled on my stomach. “
“Fine,” Harry started, I could hear a smirk in his tone. I felt pressure on my back and Harry grip my shoulders.
“What the,” I started, but was cut off with a pair of soft lips coming in contact with my neck. Harry started sucking, what the fuck is this child doing? “Harry stop,” I yelped and rolled him off me.
I jumped to my feet and ran across the carpeted floor to the bathroom. I ran inside and slammed the door, resting my back against it.
I heard a light knock and Harry’s amused voice say, “I knew that would get you up, take a shower and get ready, when you’re done meet me downstairs in the lobby.” I heard him start to walk away, but then his voice started again, “Oh and love, nice polka dot underwear.”
I looked down at my legs to see nothing on then and my once baggy shirt that covered my bum was ridded up against my hips. Nice, my math teacher just gave me a freaking hickey and saw me in my underwear.
**
I put the last bit of cover up on the black splotch that had formed on my lower neck. Thanks Harry. I looked at myself in the mirror: I was wearing skinny black jeans, a flowery blouse and some grey toms. I pulled the grey beanie on top of my head and walked out of the bathroom.
I grabbed my over the shoulder bag and my black leather jacket. I walked over to the bedside table and picked up one of the room keys and threw it in my bag. I made my way over to the brown curtains and threw them open.
I gasped and placed a hand over my heart. Holy shit… it’s beautiful, everything. To the bricked streets and small cars driving in them, the people walking on the streets. The building stood at a low level compared to the height of this hotel, the Eiffel Tower was in clear view and I could almost made out people walking around it.
Jesus, I’m truly thankful for Harry taking me here. Note to self: thank him later. There was even a little balcony connecting our room with the outside. I turned around and skipped over to the door, I twisted the knob and puled the door open. I stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it, and then I was off toward the elevator.
I pressed the floor level and took out my phone. The elevator dinged signaling I was finally at floor level. I walked out and turned right, I saw Harry sitting on the couch in the lobby on his phone.
“Oi, curly,” I called and his head shot up and a smile formed on his lips.
“There you are!” He walked over to me and took my small hand in his. I felt butterflies shoot through my stomach, but I ignored them and kept walking with Harry to the front doors.
“Where are we going first?” I questioned when we turned left onto the busy Paris street.
“Breakfast,” he turned to me and grinned while putting his hand around my waist, “Have you ever tried blueberry crepes?” I shivered against his touch and I shook my head no. “Then it’s your lucky day my dearest.”
**
“Oh my god!” I gushed as me and Harry walked out of the expensive boutique that his cousin Natalie worked at. “Today has been so amazing!” I turned to Harry and grinned ear to ear. “First,” I start jumping up and down a little bit, “you take me to the most delicious café ever, then we go sight seeing, then you take me to an expensive Italian restaurant, and then to boutiques all around town! This day literally can’t get any better!”
I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into the most bone-crushing hug ever. Harry was a bit surprised at first, but then hugged back while chuckling.
We pulled away and he smirked at me, “it was my pleasure love.” Oh my god, he called me love, how cute. “But,” he started while grabbing my hands and pulling me into his chest, “the day’s not over yet, we still have one thing left to do.”
He placed his hands around my waist and I blushed and looked down. He’s been like this all day, flirty and touchy, I hate to admit it but…I like it.. a lot. “And what’s that?” I questioned, peering up at him from under my eyelashes.
“Well my dear,” he pushed me out a little and spun me around like a princess, god I’m enjoying this. “That’s for me to know and you to find out, so in able to fulfill keeping this a surprise, you have to put on this blindfold.” He pulled it around my head. This will be fun.
**
“One more step,” Harry said while the cold night’s wind swept through my tangled brown locks. He places his hands on my hips, stopping me from walking any farther. “Ready?” he questioned while placing his hands on the back of the handkerchief.
I nodded eagerly a wide grin spread across my face. The handkerchief vanished from my face and I blinked a few times, adjusting my eyesight. My hand flew to my mouth and I gasped loudly, “Oh my god,” I gushed while peering over the railing.
I watched the cars go by on the street ahead of us and people who looked like ants walking below us. We were on the top of the Eiffel Tower. The wind went through my beanie-covered hair again and I shivered, I looked up to the sky and nearly lost my balance.
Stars. There were millions, billions, of tiny, sparkly stars. I twirled around, still looking at the sky. I’ve never seen stars before. Harry, oh my…
“Harry,” I whispered while looking over to him, finding him looking at the view ahead of him.
He circles around to face me and grinned, “yes love,” he said cheekily.
“You… you knew I always wanted to go to Paris… cause I told you.” He nodded his head and raised an eyebrow, “and I remember lying on my bed and telling you the story of my mum and the stars,” I whispered, almost to myself, but he heard me and replied with a nod of his head. “You… you did this for me?” I questioned, then continued, “the whole trop, the fancy restaurants, the boutiques…and now… now the stars.”
I looked up at them and smiled when a picture of my mum came into my head. “You really did this all for me.” I slightly chuckled and did a 180 twirling myself around, letting the breeze swipe my thoughts away.
“You know,” Harry started, while looking at me with what seemed admiration, “I’d do anything for you Jules.”
I don’t know what happened in that moment, whether it be when Karen told me to listen to my heart and not my head or the fact that I was so happy at the time, so even the fact I have about 4 glasses of wine at the Italian restaurant we went to about an hour ago. But I grabbed Harry’s chin, my engaged teacher’s chin, and planted my lips against his.
Harry’s POV
The alcohol burned as it went down my throat, my eyes scanned the club taking in the appearances of all the shit faced teens and adults. I shook my head and turned my attention back to the next shot that was placed in front of me by the bartender.
My heart clenched in my chest as I though back on the face Juliet made when I left her standing alone on top of the Eiffel Tower, the way she bit her lower lip and her eyebrows frowned, the guilt in her eyes. I…I really don’t know why I ran off, I just did. I was scared at the moment…terrified off…of well… I don’t really know what.
Now I regret it, I’d do anything to have her lips on mine again. They were so soft, butterflied erupted in my stomach, just thinking about her, our kiss. When she pulled me into her, I was completely and utterly surprised, but I surprised myself when I started kissing back.
It felt like I was literally being electrocuted. I ran a hand through my curls hastily, Jesus I’m so confused, I haven’t got a bloody clue what to do. I’m supposed to get married to a woman I haven’t got any feelings for anymore. I have now established feelings for Juliet, my student, the girl living with me at my fiancé and I’s house.
I groaned and drowned the shot slamming on the table. I waved the short red headed girl over, she was beautiful, but nothing compared to Juliet, god what am I saying…
“Another shot?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. I nodded and looked down again. “May I ask you a question…?” she trailed off and my head snapped up, my green eyes meeting her hazel ones. I raised an eyebrow signaling her to continue. “Why do you look so gloomy and sad?”
My eyebrows frowned at her question, why did she want to know? “Drama,” I mumbled, dropping my head again.
“Is it a girl,” Jesus will this girl just leave me alone? I nodded my head and she smirked. “What’s her name?”
I lifted my head up and titled it to the side, “Juliet,” I whispered.
“You’re smiling,” she pointed to my face while filling up my shot glass.
“So…”I trailed off, I was smiling, so what.
“Well, Juliet must be pretty special if she can make you smile when she’s not here,” she set the glass down in front of me.
“S-hh-es,” I stuttered, trying to find words to respond to her comment. She is special, she’s amazing, “She’s lovely.” I looked down to the shot glass as all the memories we made today flashed before my eyes, right down to the kiss we shared.
God dammit, I shouldn’t have left her. I smiled at the girl in front of me fore her help. I stood up and grabbed the shot quickly downing it before stumbling through the crowd of people, making my way to the exit. I’m coming Jules, I thought to myself before running down the night streets of Paris to our hotel.
Juliet’s POV
“Ready?” Harry called up the steps to me and Paris.
“Yes!” I replied excitedly while Paris just smirked. She’s doing that a lot. I raced down the stairs with Paris behind me. I skipped the last few steps and landed on my feet, my bag dangling over my shoulder.
Harry appeared out of the kitchen with a duffle bad hanging off his shoulder. “Alrighty than, Leggo!” Harry said, walking towards the hall that led to the front door.
“Wait!” I said remembering something, “What about Karen?” I questioned.
“Oh…” he said taking out his phone, “I’ll text her… I’m sure she wouldn’t mind anyway.”
I shrugged and started off towards the front door. Well, I’m sure she wouldn’t care anyway… she is with Louis. We all walked to Harry’s car and hopped in.
“We have to make one stop before we head off to Paris,” Harry said, taking a right onto the road.
“Where?” I questioned, looking around. He didn’t answer, just kept driving. Finally we ended up… wait, “Paris… why are we at Macy’s house?” Macy was Paris’ bestfriend, but I don’t see why we’re here.
“Oh, cause I’m staying here,” she replied casually, stepping out of the car and biding Harry a farewell.
“Wait!” I called, rolling down the window. She turned on her heel and flashed me a cheeky grin. “Why aren’t you going with us?”
She shrugged and blew me a kiss, “Bye Jules, have fun in Paris with Harry.” That cheeky bastard.
**
My feet rested on the dashboard and my fingers tapped the beat of Coldplay’s Fix You, on my legs. Harry hummed and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. It’s currently been 5 hours into the drive and I’m bored shitless.
I still don’t see why Paris would leave me with Harry to go to Paris all by myself with him. This is confusing, Paris the city and Paris my sister, my brain is on overdrive right now.
So many things have happened these past few days… I started school back up, Ronan passed, I’m currently living with my math teacher, who is oh so conveniently engaged to a girl who is falling in love with someone else, my dad single handling gave Paris and I up, I have a crush on Harry, I was welcomed back into Emma’s “bitch crew,” which I joined then dropped out, I’ve cried more these past few days, than I ever have in my life, I let all the feelings I’ve kept bottled up for a long time out, I’ve gotten extremely close to Harry in a matter of like 5 days, and I’m pretty sure I’ve gained weight.
I poked my stomach and groaned inwardly, great gonna have to get my ass off the couch and start working out. Ugh! My brain, it’s working too much.
“Jules,” I was drawn out of my thoughts by Harry calling my name sweetly. I turned my head to him, “Watcha thinking about?”
I chuckled silently at his cuteness, “nothing,” I replied casually.
“Really? Cause it looks like your pretty deep in thought.”
“Nahh…”
He chuckled, “Whatever you say.” He turned up the radio and LMFAO blasted through the speakers. “Girls be like ‘damn he’s fly’!” Harry sang at the top of his lungs. I laughed loudly and joined in singing with him. This will be a fun rest of the car ride to Paris.
**
I felt myself being lifted up from the leather sear as my eyes stayed closed. I was brought into cool air and the car door slammed shut. I sniffled and brought my head into most likely Harry’s chest. I heard a bell ring and I felt warm, kind of ‘cozy’ air engulf me.
“Bonjour,” a man said with a thick, heavy French accent.
“Bonjour,” I heard Harry’s deep British accent respond.
The man started speaking more in French and Harry responded fluently. Harry can speak French? Dammit, he just keeps getting better and better. The talking stopped and I was being walked again.
I opened my eyes a tad to see all the pretty decorations hanging around the hotel’s lobby. Everything was covered in silver or gold, pictures of the Eiffel Tower hung in the wall. This place must of cost a fortune.
I was carried into an elevator and out luggage was brought by an unfamiliar French man. The doors closed and I closed my eyes, snuggling a bit closer into Harry’s chest and making what sounded like a baby dinosaur sound.
“She, she’s cute,” the unfamiliar voice sounded, his thick accent was trying to pronounce English.
I heard a deep chuckle coming from Harry and a strand of hair moved out of my face, “Yeah,” Harry said, “she’s quite cute.” And with that, the rest of the ride was silent.
Harry though I was cute? He, probably the ‘cute’ as in a little kid cute. The elevator dinged and I was brought out into a hallway. I opened my eyes and saw we were in front of a big white door. The man opened it and walked straight in, setting out luggage down, then budding Harry a farewell.
I closed my eyes once more as we stopped into the lightly dimmed room. The door clicked shut and I heard locks go off. I was dropped onto a plush bed, and I opened me eyes and sighed. Harry walked off into the bathroom. God I’m tired.
I quickly discarded my pants and left my baggy t-shirt on, I crawled under the huge duvet and pulled it up to my chin.
Harry walked out of the bathroom in nothing but his boxers and made his way over to the bed. “I see you’re awake,” he commented while climbing under the covers.
I didn’t say anything in response, just stared at him. He turned off the light that was beside his spot on the bed and everything went dark.
I felt him shift a bit, and then his warm, minty breath showered my face when he sighed, “Night Jules,” Harry whispered, kissing my head.
“Night Harry,” I whispered back snuggling into his chest.
**
“Wake up sleepy head, we’ve got a big day ahead of us!” Harry’s pillow came in contact with my face multiple times, and I groaned and rolled on my stomach. “
“Fine,” Harry started, I could hear a smirk in his tone. I felt pressure on my back and Harry grip my shoulders.
“What the,” I started, but was cut off with a pair of soft lips coming in contact with my neck. Harry started sucking, what the fuck is this child doing? “Harry stop,” I yelped and rolled him off me.
I jumped to my feet and ran across the carpeted floor to the bathroom. I ran inside and slammed the door, resting my back against it.
I heard a light knock and Harry’s amused voice say, “I knew that would get you up, take a shower and get ready, when you’re done meet me downstairs in the lobby.” I heard him start to walk away, but then his voice started again, “Oh and love, nice polka dot underwear.”
I looked down at my legs to see nothing on then and my once baggy shirt that covered my bum was ridded up against my hips. Nice, my math teacher just gave me a freaking hickey and saw me in my underwear.
**
I put the last bit of cover up on the black splotch that had formed on my lower neck. Thanks Harry. I looked at myself in the mirror: I was wearing skinny black jeans, a flowery blouse and some grey toms. I pulled the grey beanie on top of my head and walked out of the bathroom.
I grabbed my over the shoulder bag and my black leather jacket. I walked over to the bedside table and picked up one of the room keys and threw it in my bag. I made my way over to the brown curtains and threw them open.
I gasped and placed a hand over my heart. Holy shit… it’s beautiful, everything. To the bricked streets and small cars driving in them, the people walking on the streets. The building stood at a low level compared to the height of this hotel, the Eiffel Tower was in clear view and I could almost made out people walking around it.
Jesus, I’m truly thankful for Harry taking me here. Note to self: thank him later. There was even a little balcony connecting our room with the outside. I turned around and skipped over to the door, I twisted the knob and puled the door open. I stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it, and then I was off toward the elevator.
I pressed the floor level and took out my phone. The elevator dinged signaling I was finally at floor level. I walked out and turned right, I saw Harry sitting on the couch in the lobby on his phone.
“Oi, curly,” I called and his head shot up and a smile formed on his lips.
“There you are!” He walked over to me and took my small hand in his. I felt butterflies shoot through my stomach, but I ignored them and kept walking with Harry to the front doors.
“Where are we going first?” I questioned when we turned left onto the busy Paris street.
“Breakfast,” he turned to me and grinned while putting his hand around my waist, “Have you ever tried blueberry crepes?” I shivered against his touch and I shook my head no. “Then it’s your lucky day my dearest.”
**
“Oh my god!” I gushed as me and Harry walked out of the expensive boutique that his cousin Natalie worked at. “Today has been so amazing!” I turned to Harry and grinned ear to ear. “First,” I start jumping up and down a little bit, “you take me to the most delicious café ever, then we go sight seeing, then you take me to an expensive Italian restaurant, and then to boutiques all around town! This day literally can’t get any better!”
I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into the most bone-crushing hug ever. Harry was a bit surprised at first, but then hugged back while chuckling.
We pulled away and he smirked at me, “it was my pleasure love.” Oh my god, he called me love, how cute. “But,” he started while grabbing my hands and pulling me into his chest, “the day’s not over yet, we still have one thing left to do.”
He placed his hands around my waist and I blushed and looked down. He’s been like this all day, flirty and touchy, I hate to admit it but…I like it.. a lot. “And what’s that?” I questioned, peering up at him from under my eyelashes.
“Well my dear,” he pushed me out a little and spun me around like a princess, god I’m enjoying this. “That’s for me to know and you to find out, so in able to fulfill keeping this a surprise, you have to put on this blindfold.” He pulled it around my head. This will be fun.
**
“One more step,” Harry said while the cold night’s wind swept through my tangled brown locks. He places his hands on my hips, stopping me from walking any farther. “Ready?” he questioned while placing his hands on the back of the handkerchief.
I nodded eagerly a wide grin spread across my face. The handkerchief vanished from my face and I blinked a few times, adjusting my eyesight. My hand flew to my mouth and I gasped loudly, “Oh my god,” I gushed while peering over the railing.
I watched the cars go by on the street ahead of us and people who looked like ants walking below us. We were on the top of the Eiffel Tower. The wind went through my beanie-covered hair again and I shivered, I looked up to the sky and nearly lost my balance.
Stars. There were millions, billions, of tiny, sparkly stars. I twirled around, still looking at the sky. I’ve never seen stars before. Harry, oh my…
“Harry,” I whispered while looking over to him, finding him looking at the view ahead of him.
He circles around to face me and grinned, “yes love,” he said cheekily.
“You… you knew I always wanted to go to Paris… cause I told you.” He nodded his head and raised an eyebrow, “and I remember lying on my bed and telling you the story of my mum and the stars,” I whispered, almost to myself, but he heard me and replied with a nod of his head. “You… you did this for me?” I questioned, then continued, “the whole trop, the fancy restaurants, the boutiques…and now… now the stars.”
I looked up at them and smiled when a picture of my mum came into my head. “You really did this all for me.” I slightly chuckled and did a 180 twirling myself around, letting the breeze swipe my thoughts away.
“You know,” Harry started, while looking at me with what seemed admiration, “I’d do anything for you Jules.”
I don’t know what happened in that moment, whether it be when Karen told me to listen to my heart and not my head or the fact that I was so happy at the time, so even the fact I have about 4 glasses of wine at the Italian restaurant we went to about an hour ago. But I grabbed Harry’s chin, my engaged teacher’s chin, and planted my lips against his.
Harry’s POV
The alcohol burned as it went down my throat, my eyes scanned the club taking in the appearances of all the shit faced teens and adults. I shook my head and turned my attention back to the next shot that was placed in front of me by the bartender.
My heart clenched in my chest as I though back on the face Juliet made when I left her standing alone on top of the Eiffel Tower, the way she bit her lower lip and her eyebrows frowned, the guilt in her eyes. I…I really don’t know why I ran off, I just did. I was scared at the moment…terrified off…of well… I don’t really know what.
Now I regret it, I’d do anything to have her lips on mine again. They were so soft, butterflied erupted in my stomach, just thinking about her, our kiss. When she pulled me into her, I was completely and utterly surprised, but I surprised myself when I started kissing back.
It felt like I was literally being electrocuted. I ran a hand through my curls hastily, Jesus I’m so confused, I haven’t got a bloody clue what to do. I’m supposed to get married to a woman I haven’t got any feelings for anymore. I have now established feelings for Juliet, my student, the girl living with me at my fiancé and I’s house.
I groaned and drowned the shot slamming on the table. I waved the short red headed girl over, she was beautiful, but nothing compared to Juliet, god what am I saying…
“Another shot?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. I nodded and looked down again. “May I ask you a question…?” she trailed off and my head snapped up, my green eyes meeting her hazel ones. I raised an eyebrow signaling her to continue. “Why do you look so gloomy and sad?”
My eyebrows frowned at her question, why did she want to know? “Drama,” I mumbled, dropping my head again.
“Is it a girl,” Jesus will this girl just leave me alone? I nodded my head and she smirked. “What’s her name?”
I lifted my head up and titled it to the side, “Juliet,” I whispered.
“You’re smiling,” she pointed to my face while filling up my shot glass.
“So…”I trailed off, I was smiling, so what.
“Well, Juliet must be pretty special if she can make you smile when she’s not here,” she set the glass down in front of me.
“S-hh-es,” I stuttered, trying to find words to respond to her comment. She is special, she’s amazing, “She’s lovely.” I looked down to the shot glass as all the memories we made today flashed before my eyes, right down to the kiss we shared.
God dammit, I shouldn’t have left her. I smiled at the girl in front of me fore her help. I stood up and grabbed the shot quickly downing it before stumbling through the crowd of people, making my way to the exit. I’m coming Jules, I thought to myself before running down the night streets of Paris to our hotel.
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