Bonnie

Harry seemed a bit hesitant to go back to the hotel room, but I kept reassuring him over and over again that it was fine. He genuinely seemed sick all of a sudden and I wanted him to lay down and rest before we went out again. I didn't care if Beyonce was giving a free show outside of the hotel, my baby was sick and I was going to take care of him. Paris could wait.

"Bonnie, I'm hungover," he said as I walked with him down the hall of our floor.

"You look sick." I opened our room and walked in, setting out stuff down. Luckily the housekeeping had stopped by and the bed was freshly made, along with a clean bathroom. 

"You know, we all can't look like you all the time miss looking like a fucking snack at all the times of the day- fuck off.” he fell onto the bed and groaned. “I'm not sick, Paris is fucking with my body.” I rolled my eyes and pulled off his shoes to cover his body with a blanket.

I really hoped Harry wasn't coming down with anything serious. I had only seen him get this sick when he got food poisoning. He could claim he was hungover all he wanted but he was just taking a bath earlier and living his best life. It wasn't until we were at the Eiffel tower that he began acting weird.

I went to check his forehead with my hand to see if he felt warm, but he seemed fine, just a little pale like if he had seen a ghost or something. Was he nervous? Did he get scared being around so many people? I doubt it, Harry always loved crowds and doing tourist types of activities.

I went over to my side of the bed and took off my coat and shoes, sitting up against the headboard. Harry, like a lost puppy, felt around until his hand came into contact with my thigh. Slowly he scooted closer, wrapping his arms around me. “Mm'tired. Don't worry about me, baby.”

“Well if you don't get better soon, I'm gonna get worried.” I ran my fingers through his hair. “The way you looked like you were gonna puke concerned me.” he let out a little groan and snuggled up close to me, telling me to just hold him until he felt better. Within a few minutes, he had fallen asleep and I was now on a mission to get him some medicine for his stomach.

Carefully I pulled his arms off of me, replacing me with a pillow, which he seemed to like because he cuddled close to it. I placed a kiss on his forehead and put on a pair of slippers, grabbing our room key and making my way down to the lobby to ask the front desk where I could get some medicine for his stomach.

Standing in the elevator for a long minute, I began to think of how different this whole week had played out between Harry and I. He had turned a very normal trip to visit family, into this amazing romantic trip that made my heart absolutely melt into a puddle of love. Besides our usual bickering, this whole trip, the kisses, the sex, the scenery around us; all of the romance was just beyond anything I had ever imagined.

The elevator doors opened up and I quickly pushed myself off the railing inside the elevator, crossing the lobby towards the front desk where a woman stood wearing a big floppy hat and an oversized coat. She was standing with her back to me, talking to the man at the front desk in French. He nodded over and over, taking something from her and quickly storing it away.

Another man who worked there came from under the front desk and smiled at me. “Mrs. Styles, is there anything I can help you with?” his thick French accent caused the woman in front of me to freeze, quickly glimpsing back at me with a gasp. She had on a big pair of sunglasses and before I could fully take a look at her she turned back around and said something to the man in French.

I knew that person.

“Gemma?” The woman almost immediately ran off, and I was left almost stuck in my spot. Was I also getting sick? That had to be Harry's sister.

I quickly ran after her but as I made it outside to the cold air, she was gone. And I was left very confused.

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Harry

I wasn't sick.

I was nervous. So fucking nervous in fact that I was on the verge of throwing up. Gemma hasn't called me and I was beginning to panic.

H: gemma?

H: where are you??

H: CALL ME!!!!

H: Are you okay??/???????/

With no response the whole morning and afternoon, my body began to fail me and Bonnie was quick to want to come back. But stupid me got so comfortable being held that I had fallen asleep. And as I came to my senses, Bonnie was gone. I sat up and promptly went to my phone to find that I still had no texts or phone calls. 

Just as I was about to try to call her for the hundredth time, Bonnie walked into the hotel room with a look of pure confusion on her face. “Where did you go?” I asked instantly.

“Down to the lobby to see if they had Pepto- I think I just saw your sister? Or at least someone who looked exactly like your sister.” she walked over and sat beside me. “Does your sister speak French?” Yes. In fact, we both learned French as kids and would use it to talk shit about my mum's cooking or shitty boyfriends.

“No!” I said way too loud. “I-I mean- come on Bonnie, what would my sister be doing in Paris?” I laughed nervously.

She also let out a small laugh and shook her head. “Yeah, I mean why would she run away like that, clearly that was a random woman. Maybe I need to lay down for a while."  I nodded, having her lay down beside me. “Sorry I'm being weird, I just don't understand why there's this weird vibe going on.” she shook her head almost to shake the feeling of distress.

“Do you ever think that maybe this feeling is just you being content and genuinely happy, and maybe you're so used to things going wrong or people hurting you that when good things happen, you aren't sure how to react?” Her neck almost snapped off as she turned quickly to look at me.

“What are you, my therapist?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Yup, as your partner, I get to be your occasional therapist.” I shrugged. “But seriously Bonbon, maybe start taking it easy on yourself. Life isn't always supposed to be serious. I know you have responsibilities like your job, and bills and stuff, but that doesn't mean you can't just let go and get loose every now and then.” 

She stared at me for a while, thinking to herself. In my mind, I really hope I didn't offend her. I know that that was one of the things Daniel had brought up to her when they were breaking up, about her not being fun anymore. But the truth was, she was fun, a good time to be around, and a great conversationalist, especially at times when there wasn't much to say. It was the reason I was deeply enthralled by her.

“Maybe you're right, I guess before you, I felt the need to put up all my walls and maybe it's time to just trust you completely with everything. I know that sounds bad like I hold back from you-”

“No it's okay, we all can't be open books. Besides I like having a bit of mystery there." I chuckled. “It means I get to learn more about you as we grow old together.” she smiled, reaching over to hold my hand as we laid to face each other. We were in close proximity to each other, simply looking into each other's eyes. “Tell me something no one knows, not even me.”

She looked around and then back into my eyes. “You're gonna laugh at me.”

“Never.” I disagreed. “Tell me and I'll tell you something.”

She seemed hesitant but agreed. “Okay, I hate...blenders.” 

I raised an eyebrow confused. “Blenders? Like to make a smoothie?” she nodded. “Really? Why?”

“They are loud, and are able to cut up things, the idea of sticking your hand in there and the blades just shredding your hand is terrifying.'' Suddenly her irrational fear made a lot of sense. “It's silly.”

“It's not, I hate loud toilets,” I admitted. “It's mostly an American thing and I hate it because it hurts my ears.” She looked at me with a small smile.

“Thank you for sharing that with me. It makes me feel less weird.” I pulled her close to me and she snuggled close until her breathing evened out and within ten minutes, she was completely asleep.

It wasn't until my phone began vibrating against my thigh that I pulled away from her, leaving her asleep on the bed as she did to me earlier.

Quickly running outside of the hotel room, I answered the call and sighed in relief when I heard my sister's voice telling me she had left the ring down in the lobby and the reason she couldn't call was that her phone had died. She was now at her hotel and she would be gone in the morning. Wishing me luck, we hung up and I ran down to the lobby to meet with the front desk guy who gave me the ring, sitting in a generic black ring box.

“Congratulations Mr. styles, we are so happy to see you getting official. If there is anything we can do for you to help out, please let us know.” The front desk concierge smiled at me.

“Actually,” I looked down at the ring and smiled. “There is something I was hoping you guys can help me with.”

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-k