"We're now here princess!" He said as he parked the car.


I didn't speak. I just looked on the window.



"Hey. Let's go?" He told me again as he opened the door. I rolled my eyes and jump out the car without holding up his hands. I walked fastly to the monument without even staring Harry who's on my back, running towards me. He grabbed my hands as soon as he got me up.



I stared at him and then groaned. "Hey. Are you mad? Wanna lick you?" He said in a lustful voice.


I slapped his forearms and then run away from him. Suddenly, as I turned back myself, I can't see him. He hid from me. Shit. I don't know this place. I nervously find him, looking around all over the people surrouds me.


"Harry!!! Harry! Harry!!" I screamed as I glanced on the centre of the Arc.

"Harry. Har-" I shouted as someone turned me around and tickled me.





"Haaaarrrrryyyy! Hey!!!!! Ahhhhhhh! Stop!" I protested as he tickled the ticklish part on my body. He laughed at me. He really loves to see me protested. He's not stoping until all of a sudden my heels slipped and I accidentally sat on the floor.


"Shhhitttt!" I shouted loudly as I caught some breaths.



"That's because you run away to me." He said as he stared me downwards.




Awkwardly, he grabbed something on his back. It's a red rose. "Here." He handed to me as he helped me up on the floor.


I giggled at him. "What's that for?" I said cheerfully as I stared at his dazzling green orbs.




"Just a sorry??" He said smirking at me as he fixed the back of his curly hair. As soon as I grabbed the roses, he hugged me tightly. "If you happen to let me go again, you won't see me back."


"Huh? You're weird Harry." I said as I tapped his broad back.



We chuckled together and then let out from the tight grip. We walked and enjoyed the scenery of the monument.



"Laine, can I hold your hands? Please?" He asked like a poor puppy who starves. I quickly nodded and smirked at him. We walked hand and hand and took some pictures together..



After we finished walking and staring the beautiful monument we wayed up to the car again.


"Best moment in Paris. Thank you Harry!" I thanked him cheerfully as I let out my hand to hug him. He turned me around and pinned me on the car. He started to giggle at me, inches apart.


"We're just starting our date." He told me in a husky tone and then walked to the driver's seat. He didn't even way me up the door and closed it. Shit. What a date is this. Freak you Harry!



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