"If you were able to fly all around the world and take one person with you, where would you go first and who with?" Harry asks randomly.
"Paris." I answered without even thinking.
I have always wanted to go there ever since i was still little. It was always a jab to my heart, like a deliberate and personally directed taunt, to see couples canoodling in dark café corners, pressed intimately together along the quais of the Seine, or just shopping at an outdoor market on a Sunday afternoon.
"Paris? Interesting," he says, stroking his imaginary beard, earning a slap on his rock hard chest.
"Who with?" he adds curiously.
"hmmm…" I thought for it for about 1 milli second before I added " With the person who is willing to scream ’ I love you Elena’ at the top of his lungs at the Eiffel Tower or simply the one that I love the most," I smiled foolishly, day dreaming.
"I think I know a guy," he says almost seductively, leaning in a bit as his plump lips parted in slightest bit.
"Who?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows as if I dont know who it was. " I heard his name. I think it was Zac."
"Oh really?" he asks, obviously amused at our conversation. "But seriously though…" he trails off.
"To be honest, I’ve always wanted to go to Paris with you, Harry." I admitted.
I don’t know what came over me. Like I was possessed or something. What the hell did I just said? I’m doomed. I could feel the cool wind penetrating through my bones.
"I was hoping you’d say that," Harry says cheekily.
"No. I change my mind." I rolled my eyess at the poor boy pouting at me.
"But I really like you," he whines, still sounding seductive as he ducks down, his gaze capturing mine.
"If you love me, prove it." I said showing no emotion at all.
He doesn’t say anything. He simply ducks his head and crashing his lips against mine. He tilted his head, molding his lips perfectly against mine. I could taste faint peppermint lingering in his mouth as I sighed in satisfaction.
"I love you."