A/N: hi, if any of you speak or read in French, please excuse my translations. The app I use to help me edit kept changing my French around so if I missed an edit I do apologize, I only speak and read in Spanish and English and I'm uncultured. You have been warned. Please enjoy this chapter :)

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The man at the door smiled and began speaking to me. "Monsieur Styles, nous avons commencé à organiser votre dîner sur notre toit et nous vous conseillons, ainsi qu'à votre femme, de porter des vêtements plus chauds. Nous avons installé les radiateurs mais la température devrait encore baisser." (Mister Styles, we have begun setting up your dinner on our roof and would like to advise you and your wife to wear warmer clothes. We have set up the heaters but the temperature is still scheduled to drop.)

"Oh, oui, merci, nous serons là à huit heures. Exactement comme prévu. J'espère." (Oh, yes, thank you, we'll be there at eight. Exactly as expected. I hope.) He nodded, asking me if I needed anything else, to which I shook my head thanking him before he turned to leave.

I walked out after he had left and raised my phone up to my ear to continue talking to Gemma. "Where was it?" I asked her about the ring. I was so glad I hadn't lost the damn ring, but I was hoping it would turn up here in my bag or something.

"Grandpa had the ring in his shoe. I guess during his last episode he took the ring and hid it. I also found my sunglasses and nana found her teeth." I rolled my eyes, of course. My grandpa had been going in and out of the rooms during our visit. I'm just glad the old man didn't eat it or throw it away. He usually wasn't like this, but according to my mum, he had a few bad days where he began acting up.

"Well, how the hell am I supposed to get it now? God this whole thing is ruined, Bonnie's already angry with me, she's probably having regrets of being here already." I let myself slide against the wall in the hallway and put my head in my hands. “She's probably going to think this whole thing is silly, we’re already technically engaged, for fuck's sake.”

"Oh come on, she loves you, Harry. This whole official proposal and ring are special and I know she'll love it. Just apologize for whatever you did. You still have dinner planned, go to dinner and...I'll get your ring there. Just give me some time." I decided to agree, not that I really had a choice. Even if things aren't going as planned, I'm still going in there to apologize.

After we hung up, I sat there for a few minutes before finally going back to the suite and using my key card to open the door. Bonnie was still in bed, quickly turning to look at me to make sure it was, in fact, me that came back in. She turned back away and I knew she was just waiting for me to come and apologize. Once I did, I also knew she'd apologize too for accusing me of being unfaithful.

Honestly, I have no idea where she would get the idea that I could ever cheat on her. She's going to feel dumb when she realizes why I've been acting weird.

I walked over and kneeled down beside her. Her eyes were open but she wasn't looking at me; looking all over the room except into my eyes.

"Hey, I'm sorry for cursing at you and yelling like that in front of a bunch of people. I was having fun with you today and I don't want to fight or for you to be mad at me. I keep coming back to this, but you just need to trust me, okay. I swear on everything that is important to me that I'm not doing anything bad, just please look at me."

She takes a deep breath and our eyes met. "Is this another surprise?" I nod. "I'm starting to not like them, they're driving me crazy." She smiled gently. "I'm sorry too, for saying you have 'bitches'. I don't know why I'm being so insecure. I guess I'm afraid of all of this being too good to be true. I don't deserve this much.”

At this, I laugh. "Princess, after shitty relationships and all the bullshit you have been through, don't you think it's time you had some happiness? I think you deserve me to spoil you and treat you like a queen. Don't you?" She shrugged. "The answer is yes. I'm sorry for my outburst and I'm learning- I swear- but please just trust me. After this trip, you'll understand.”

Slowly she scooted away from the edge of the bed until there was just enough room for me to lay beside her. She pulled me close to her and wrapped her leg around my waist and just held me in a tight hug. “You know I do trust you, Harry. I get so mad at myself for thinking these things.” she pulled away just enough to look at me in my eyes. “But I can't handle surprises dude, it's making my hair fall out.”

At this, I laugh and carefully pull her in to kiss her forehead. “Imagine how I feel trying to keep a secret from you, Bee.” We both laughed, looking at each other for a long minute. “Okay, tonight's surprise, I have planned a very lovely dinner for us. Need you to dress warm but with easy access, because its gonna be like the Titanic, cold, fancy, big and long, and then I'm gonna go down on you.”

“Harry Edward Styles I swear-” cut her off with my lips meeting against hers as she began laughing at my lame joke. When we pulled away, Bonnie looked at me for a while, shaking her head. “How do you manage to be equally romantic and suave, and yet absolutely lame and annoying at the same time?”

At this I laugh, “I'm just so talented, baby. You have a man that can do it all.” I smirk. “A man that can piss you off and then woo you... so damn hard into a mattress-”

“I don't think you're using that word right-”

“What I'm trying to say is that it will never be a boring day with me, my love. I promise.” I placed my hand on her cheek, kissing her before whispering, “you are the love of my life. Did you know that?” she nodded. “Good, I'm gonna keep reminding you so you never forget. How about you get ready for me so we can go to dinner.”

“Okay.” instead of actually getting up, she scooted closer to me and had me hold her for a while.

Ehh we can be late if we want.

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Bonnie

I managed to buy a dress during our trip out today. Nothing fancy, a long sleeve black dress that showed off my shoulders. I put some tights on underneath and let my hair fall in loose waves down behind me. The fact that Harry could still be here with me in Paris, telling me he loves me and yet I think something is going on makes me really question who hurt me so badly. But come on, he was acting so weird.

Each surprise has made me fall in love with him all over again but it wasn't doing anything good to me physically. Especially the way he was acting like he was missing something or something wasn't going to plan. He didn't want to talk to me about it and it was making me anxious as hell.

Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I walked into the bedroom and saw that Harry had come back from wherever he had gone for the past thirty minutes and looked almost relieved.

He wore a black button-up shirt tucked into his nice black slacks, matched with a pair of black leather dress shoes. On top of his outfit, he wore his black suede jacket I had gifted him for Christmas. He seemed to really like it, wearing it earlier in the day as well.

He stood looking at his phone when he seemed to notice me standing at the door. He did a double-take, setting his phone down on the bed and putting a hand over his heart, gasping loudly as he dropped to his knees. “Your beauty! Stop! It's too much!” I rolled my eyes at how far he took a joke, falling to the ground. “You killed me with your hotness ma'am, I hope you intend to wake me with a kiss.”

I rolled my eyes, “if you're dead, I'm not going to kiss you. Also, you shouldn't be talking.”

“Okay not dead, just fainted,” he said still on the ground.

“I would need consent to kiss you while you're sleeping, good sir.”

“True.” he agreed, finally opening his eyes and standing in one quick motion, pulling me in to kiss me roughly. When he pulled away, we had a very long pause where we just looked deeply into my eyes, breathing in deeply, staring at me like I'm the only person in the world.

I was at a loss for words.

“Well, I guess we should go. Kinda looks like we're going to a funeral wearing all this black.” he chuckled but I was still blank. "You okay?" I nodded slowly. I didn't realize how close we were to each other because our noses just barely brushed against one another.

His breath smelled fresh and his skin looked soft to the touch. Everything right now was telling me to push him back on the bed and having my way with him, but another part of me knew it would be worth the wait after this dinner.

A bitch was hungrier for actual food than my man's dick.

“Um, where is this restaurant?” I looked down at his lips for just a second.

Harry reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out what looked like cloth. “That's a surprise, princess.” he turned me in my spot and wrapped the red fabric over my eyes, gently tying it behind me.

“I'm nervous,” I admitted.

“Don't be.” I felt his lips kiss my bare shoulder. "Tonight is just you and me."

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