We stood in the elevator, but from my memory of how close our room was to the main elevator, this wasn't the same one we took last time. I couldn't help but smile as Harry held my hand lovingly telling me I really did look beautiful. I had put on a coat over my outfit and immediately as the doors to the elevator opened, I was caught off guard with how cold it was. He gently pulled me forward until I felt small rocks or gravel at my feet, and what sounded like violins playing in the distance. It was pretty chilly until I felt almost a soothing warm heat surrounding us.

“Okay, wow, I'm impressed.” he said to himself, seeming to have a moment of realization. “oh shit, right, blindfold.” He gently took off my blindfold and as my eyes adjusted to the sight in front of me, I couldn't help but gasp.

Upon what I can only assume was the roof to our hotel, we stood surrounded by the view of the city. Twinkling lights hung from one side of the building to the other illuminated the rooftop and led a path to a small table centered around wildflowers. Heaters were placed in different areas to keep the cold at bay. The table was set up with silverware and glasses, matching napkins and tablecloths in a very lovely dark red almost burgundy color; which went with the color scheme of curtains blocking out the brick walls to give the roof a more aesthetically pleasing look.

The music was coming from two musicians playing a beautiful soft piece I couldn't quite recognize. A waiter stood near the table and another man came over and greeted us, telling us to follow him. 

Harry took my hand and lead me down a rose-covered path towards the table set for two and pulled out my chair, helping me remove my jacket to set aside along with his. I was completely at a loss for words. The man and Harry spoke to each other in French and they smiled before he shook his hand and left us to be greeted by the waiter who began speaking in French as well. Harry smiled and thanked him after he poured us a glass of champagne and walked to the other side of the roof.

I wasn't sure what to say at this point. This was like right out of those romantic novels I liked to read. Things like this don't just happen, things like this; romantic moments like this never happen to simple girls like myself. Harry took the day at the park when he named a star after me and one-upped himself by a thousand percent.

“It's too much isn't it?” he finally says to me.

“I-” yes it was too much. This romance is all too much. I felt like Carrie in that episode of Sex and the City where she faints from too much romance from the Russian boyfriend. Actually, I felt like that exactly. This was all too much and I felt like I was going to pass out.

If the sexual tension back at the room wasn't enough to make my knees weak and my heart beat faster than average, then this certainly did the trick. “Are you okay? You look sick.” he got up and walked over to me, calling the waiter over. “S'il vous plaît monsieur, un peu d'eau pour ma femme!” (please sir some water for my wife!)

“Oh please stop talking in French, it’s too much Harry!” I cover my face, hearing him chuckle as the man came over with a pitcher of water to pour in my glass. I drank the cup and thanked him, looking back at Harry. “This is all so beautiful- why me?”

Harry seems confused, looking around the rooftop. “Because I want to spoil you- do you hate it?”

“Of course I don't hate it!” I gasped reaching out for his hand to hold it against my chest to show him how hard my heart was beating. “Feel that? I love it, and I love you so much it hurts but I'm so confused. If I didn't know any better I’d think you-” I stopped myself at that exact moment and looked at him under the dim lighting.

Was this all bigger than just a dinner and him spoiling me? I was confused if I didn't know any better this all seemed like a ploy to ask me to marry him. But we technically we're engaged. Unless…

Before I could think anymore, a fancy plate of food along with two drinks came to our table and was set in front of us. I wasn't sure what it was exactly, but the waiter began speaking in English telling us that our meal was going to be different courses paired with drinks, so we had to pace ourselves.

Harry looked at me with a small smile and I swear, whatever he was planning, I was here for it.

*

Ten-course meal, endless champagne, and specially made drinks in almost four hours had made both Harry and me full, and pretty drunk. So drunk in fact that neither of us could hold up the other as we walked back to the hotel room. 

Wasted, tipsy, fucked up, call it what you want but I was the happiest girl in the world. This whole night was a complete fairy tale and I felt the need to tell Harry that as soon as we pushed past our door and came to our senses. “Harold!” I slurred, putting my arms around him. He had a goofy drunk smile, eyes red, and slightly droopy the way they get when he's hammered, and his hair was now a mess due to my wandering hands tangling themselves into his loose brown curls in the elevator.

“Bonnie, I wanna fuck you up against the glass so all of Paris can see how fucking hot you are.” he slurred putting his hands on both sides of my face and kissing me roughly. “But first, I need to tell you a secret.”

“Wait shut up I'm gonna- um- I was...going to say something…” I looked at him as my fuzzy mind tried to remember what I was going to say. 

“Oh man I forgot my secret!” he swayed side to side, seeming to get even drunker by the minute. Whatever was in those last two drinks was mixed so well because you couldn't taste a drop of alcohol but according to the waiter, it was the strongest drinks

I wasn't a fan of the amount of drunk I was right now. Usually, I had a hold of myself and knew how to control my limbs and body, but right now I was completely hammered. Harry was way more of a lightweight than I was, so he must have been blacking out or was going to blackout soon enough. At that moment he fell back on the bed and spread out, singing some songs to himself. “What song is that?” I jumped on the bed next to him. “You have the voice of an angel.”

“I wrote it for you right now.” he giggled. “Wanna hear it?” I nodded quickly. “Okay it starts out like really strong.” he cleared his throat. “Take a look at my Bonnie! She's the only one I got! Not much of a girlfriend! Because I wanna marry her!”

“Honey, that's the same beat to Supertramp's Breakfast in America.” he lifted his head to look at me with wide eyes and seems to realize I was right. We had heard it in a cafe earlier and it probably popped back into his head.

“Damn… good thing I never became a songwriter or anything.” he giggles laying back down and closing his eyes.”Bonbon the room is spinning, make it stop, please.” he puts his hands over his eyes, laying there for a long minute before visibly freaking out. “Oh my god I’m blind, I can’t see anything!” 

I tugged his hand away and giggled loudly as he calmed down. “You dork!” he began laughing himself. 

After our laughter died down, he sat up and awkwardly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me up farther up on the bed so our heads were in the pillows. He rolled over to his side and faced me with a slight smile. “Do you know what today is?” I shook my head. It was now past midnight here. “It’s the anniversary of when you told me you were falling in love with me, and I had never been happier.” he seemed to be deep in thought, slowly falling asleep while holding me.

“We should...get out of these clothes…” I was also falling asleep at this point. “Don't throw up on me, Harry.” he nodded with his eyes shut, slowly drifting into sleep. I was falling asleep too when I whispered to him, “Will we go to the Eiffel Tower tomorrow?”

There was a pause and then he sighed, “I sure hope we can.”
*

Harry's

A phone ringing loudly in our quiet room woke me up from my sleep. I wasn't as hungover as I thought I would have been, but that might be because I was lowkey just a smidge still drunk. I looked at the time and realized it was only five in the morning and Bonnie and I had fallen asleep and stayed in the same position all night; holding one another in our sleep. I heard the phone again, reacting quickly as I stood up and answered it.

“Hello?” I said walking away from Bonnie so she wouldn't wake up.

I made it outside of our room, hotel key in hand and phone pressed to my ear. “Harry, hey, good news!” It was my sister. “I am on my way to Paris!” my eyes widened.

“Gemma, really!? You can bring the ring? Thank god! You're a lifesaver!” I owed her big.

“Yeah well I like Bonnie and I hate to see you so...annoying.” I could tell she rolled her eyes. “Anyways, I should be there by four-ish give or take. Send me your information, and I’ll leave it up front in the concierge at the hotel.” I smiled and nodded. “Harry?”

“Sorry I'm nodding- thank you, that's perfect. I'll try to hold up on taking her to the Eiffel Tower and once they call up here I'll go get it and everything will be perfect as planned.”

It better fucking go to plan.

*

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-k