"So, my Aunt Lynn, knows, right?" I asked.
"Yes! Stop asking!" He said, laughing.
"What about my stuff?" I asked. He shook his head.
"We;ll buy more."
"But-" He raised his hand.
"No more talking. We're going. Tickets are paid. I'd love a thank you." I smiled, and pulled him close. And kissed him.
"Thank you!" He smiled. I sat back.
"The flight to France is boarding in ten minutes." We stood up, and walked to the gate to check in. We got checked, then boarded the plane. We sat in our seats.
"Put your phone on airplane mode." Harry ordered. I nodded, and did as he said. I put my phone in my pocket, and closed my eyes. "What? Never been on a plane before?"
"I have. Once. When I was coming here." He nodded. I opened my eyes, and looked out the window.
"Hey, it'll be alright." I smiled. He grabbed my hand as the plane began to take off.

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We arrived in France about two hours later.
"Its amazing!" I said, looking at the Eiffel Tower from a distance. He smiled, and grabbed my hand. The sun was setting in the distance. And everything was beautiful. We got into a cab, and drove to the studio. I looked out the window. People were crowding the streets. Lights lit up the city around us. No paparazzi. It was a dream land. I heard French music playing somewhere far away. And I dreaded the idea of leaving. I looked at Harry, who had his arm around my shoulder.
"You like it, love?" I smiled.
"No, I love it!" I reached over, and hugged him. He smiled.
"I'm glad." We both looked at the sites together. And everything seemed perfect. Magical, even, if you believe in magic. We laughed at the lost tourists. And awed at the other couples. And cried at the heart broken ones. We finally arrived at the studio. Harry paid the driver. "Merci, monsieur." He said, in french. He stood up next to me.
"Since when did you speak French?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Since I discovered Google Translator." I laughed. He guided me in. The building looked tall. And seemed to never end. "See the top?" He asked. I nodded. "That's where we're going." All the color rushed out of my face.
"T-t-the...top?" I asked.
"Scared of heights?" I shook my head.
"No. I'm terrified of heights." He smiled.
"You liked being in the airplane."
"I was trying not to think about the height, thank you very much." He laughed. And we headed inside. Harry led me to the elevator.
"It'll be alright. You can trust me."
"I trust you." He gasped. And backed into the corner.
"Did you? Did-Did you just say you actually trust me? I am shocked!" I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior. But, I will say, he does look cute when he does it.
"Yes. Now don't make me change my mind. I'm already having doubts." He grabbed my waist, and pulled me close. His breath fanned my cheeks. And I looked into his famous green eyes.
"You should never tell me you have doubts." He said. I tilted my head.
"Why not?" I asked. A mischievous smile spread across his lips.
"Because then, I'd do anything to erase those doubts." He leaned in for a kiss, but I placed my finger in front of him. He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Not so fast mister. Don't ruin your voice before we even get to perform at the Showcase." He pulled back, leaving his hands on my waist. He tilted his head to the side. And rose an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. Then, the elevator door dinged, and slowly opened. People were standing there, looking at us. Harry moved away, and cleared his throat. I looked at my feet. We got out and allowed the next passengers to ride. When it closed, we silently laughed together.
"Last room on the left." A woman behind the desk said. We nodded, and walked down the hall. People rushed past us. Keyboards clicked. And mouses clicked. Papers were tossed around. And voices spoke softly. We finally arrived. Last door on the left. We opened it. Revealing a studio. Just for us. We stepped inside. I took off my jacket and sat it on a chair.
"Ready to sing?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. I think." I sighed. He shook his head.
"Vous êtes si belle. Pourquoi si douteuse?" What? He laughed, as if he read my mind. "You are so beautiful. Why so doubtful?" He asked, nearing me.
"Because of men like you." He threw his hands up in happiness.
"I am officially a man! Yes!" I rolled my eyes. And reached for the door knob.
"Its rehearsing time. Please, please be mature for at least an hour."
"Maturity is a choice." He said. I rolled my eyes, and stepped into the booth. I put on the head phones. And listened for the music to start. I looked at Harry. Who was smiling. I heard the music start. I started singing my part. Harry looked at me. Genuine love in his eyes. He smiled. And I felt like, what's the word?
I felt like an angel.
But not a Black Angel.
I felt like an Angel in Love.

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