Mexico City Day 3

No messages from Harry this morning which in turn made me feel a bit bummed. After my morning routine is done with, I make my way to the dining room hoping he'd be there drinking his tea like the good little English boy he is. My eyes quickly scan the room but no Harry in sight. I do, however, see Paul eating some sweet bread with coffee so I make my way to sit in front of him.

"Good morning, Paul. Have you seen Harry?" I ask leaning forward in my seat.
"No I haven't actually." he responds then dunking his bread into the coffee before continuing, "I would think he'd be with you."
"Right, usually he is but not today I guess." I shrug my shoulders and slump in my seat.

I try to enjoy the breakfast that Estella brought me but all I could think about was Harry. I keep checking my phone for a message from him, but frown every time it's blank. Paul tries to make small talk with me, and even though I'm talking back, I'm not really into it. Just as I finish my breakfast I excuse myself from the table leaving him there. I didn't mean to be rude but I wanted to look for Harry.

I wandered around the large hacienda that was shaped like a rectangle, searching every communal area in which Harry could be in. The more I searched and didn't find Harry, the more I began to think he left to the city without me. I was about to give up when I pause in the hallway to the gym and look past the glass window looking out into the courtyard in the middle of the hacienda. The hacienda was wrapped around the courtyard which housed a large stone fountain. An outside hall with decorative arches had hammocks hanging between each arch and of course Harry is lightly swinging in one directly across the yard. I stand there looking at him, his black jeans hanging low on his hips, his bare tattooed torso peeking out from the guitar in his hands, and his new hat on his head.

I open the door and walk cat-like across the yard to him successfully going unnoticed.
"BOO!" I yell out from behind one of the arches making him jump.
"Dani! Didn't see you approaching." he sits up a bit to better position his guitar.
"Whatcha doing?" I ask, carefully sitting by his feet. I didn't want to tilt the hammock too much risking us both on the floor.
"Playing my guitar, it helps me relax." he strums a single note and smiles.
"Are you any good? You've never played in front of me." I ask hoping he'll play something.
"I'm alright I guess. It's just a hobby." a smirk forms on his face.
"Well, play something for me Harreh." I bite my lip, waiting for him to say something.
"Ok, but you must not tell anyone," he points his index finger at me and I agree, " I actually wrote this song so I'll play it and sing it to you. You're getting a bonus here." he smirks again before looking down to his fingers which he delicately places on the strings of the guitar neck and begins to strum. A smile of anticipation forming on my lips.

"Who's that shadow holding me hostage?
I've been here for days
Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?
I know they'll be coming to find me soon
But I fear I'm getting used to
Being held by you

Baby look what you've done to me
Baby look what you've done now
Baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way
Baby look what you've done to me
Baby you got me tied down
Baby I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way"

The smile completely gone from my face now upon hearing the chorus. I recognize this tune, it's the song I sort of remember from the night I got drunk and woke up in Harry's apartment. But what does this mean? Did he sing it? Did I overhear it?

"Dani, you didn't like it?" Harry asks bringing me out of my train of thought.
"No, no it was very good. I think I like your singing the best though." I smile to mask the wheels rapidly turning in my head.
"Well, thank you? I thought my guitar skills were better than my singing." he chuckles and strums his guitar lightly.
"So, you say you wrote this song. Anyone in particular you were thinking of?" I ask him wondering if it's Lauren.
"Umm...." he gives me a suspicious look, "I did have someone in particular in mind but she's... I don't even know." he looks down as if I touched on a sensitive subject.
"Oh, I see..." I scratch my neck wondering where I should go next with this, "Can I ask you something?" I ask not thinking twice about what I was going to ask him.
"Sure." he responds, his eyes attentive to what I was about to say.
"Why is this not the first time I've heard this song?" the words flowed out of my mouth, I was so confused and needed answers.
"Because..." he starts and I can tell he's unsure of what he should say.
"Just tell me! I know it has something to do with the day I got drunk." I put it out there in hopes of him being more at ease at talking about it.
"You're right, you heard it that night. You asked me to sing to you so I did." he says and presses his lips together. I scan the floor with my eyes trying to remember that night but come up blank.
"Tell me everything that happened that night. Please." I gulp at the thought of possibly being told things I might not want to know.
"Dani, doesn't matter. Just forget it." he seems upset and sets his guitar carefully on the stone floor beneath us.
"Harry, tell me! Whatever it is." my voice desperate for his answer.
"It doesn't matter anymore ok?" he continues to not budge making me growl in frustration. I bite my thumb nail in search of how else I can get him to tell me.
"I thought we were best friends, Harry. Good to know..." I say hoping to guilt trip him into telling me.
Just as I was about to get up he lets out a loud groan and says, "Fine!" I smile at my accomplishment and sit back down.
"Go on." I insist after a moment of silence.
"Well, you were really drunk dancing on a table so I took you to my apartment since I knew I wouldn't be able go inside your dorm building. On the way there you asked me to sing to you so I did and sang this song. I only had the chorus ready back then so that's what I sang," he pauses to look to his fidgeting fingers, "I took you inside and settled you in my bed and you... you pulled me into a kiss." my eyes widen and my mouth parts slightly at this confession. Crap. "I guess we're even now, huh?" Harry laughs probably hoping to alleviate the tension.
"Even?" is all I ask.
"Yeah, you kissed me, I kissed you. We're even." he laughs again but I don't join.
"I'm sorry Harry, I probably made a fool of myself."
"Dont apologize, Dani. I responded to your kiss just like you responded to mine." his words making my face blush. Harry decides to continue when he realizes I have nothing to say, "Daniella, I wanted you to kiss me and I know you wanted me to kiss you. Why are you fighting this?" he whispered trying to meet my eyes.
"I don't know... I mean, don't you and Lauren...?" Was he forgetting about Lauren?
"What about Lauren?" he asks bringing his eyebrows together.
"Aren't you guys a thing now?" at my question he lets out a deep chuckle making me give him a questioning look.
"Are you serious? No, she's no one. Dani, you're so beautiful and amazing, Lauren could never compare." his words made my heart skip a few beats. I couldn't believe my ears.
"Harry, I saw you two and when she was leaving your apartment."
"My apartment? She's never been to my apartment." he responds with a confused look.
"But I saw her..." I insist knowing what I saw.
"She wasn't there with me, that's for sure." I nod my head and look to the ground wondering what else I should say but I'm interrupted by Harry's long fingers intertwining with my own.

I look down to our hands and feel like I'm not even breathing. My body seems so still, wondering what else will happen. He pulls me to lay next to him careful to not make the hammock tilt and embraces me tightly. He kisses the top of my head and being here next to him seemed like the perfect place to be. If I spent the rest of the day here, I wouldn't complain one bit.

"Dani, I can't hide it anymore. I've fallen in love with you." his raspy voice filled the silence. Good thing I was laying down because my knees would have undoubtedly given up underneath me.
"Harry, I've fallen in love with you, too." I look up to him, the biggest smile I've ever seen on him is displayed between his dimpled cheeks. Without another word, Harry brings his heart shaped lips to mine and we kiss as if we were the only people in the world.

Notes

So much dialogue but it was needed. :) FINALLY THESE TWO!