Frances POV:

Hugo is singing with his guitar, everyone else is sitting around the fire singing along to his melody. Its starting to get dark and chilly, I feel my skin warm from the sun today making my head light, my lips are salty, something usual when you spend a lot of time in the sea and my feet feel a little tired, so I grab my sweater and sit by the fire as I join the song. This couldn't be a better last day in Barcelona.

"Lady, running down to the riptide." We sing together, moving our bodies from side to side. "Taken away to the dark side..."

"I wanna be your lentil man." We all start cracking up when he sings the wrong lyrics, we then let Hugo sing alone this time. 

The melody goes perfect with the environment, I'm really in love with today.

"He's very cute, isn't he?" Carla asks me in her beautiful Spanish accent.

She's referring to Hugo, the past three weeks we have spend in Spain I have seen her looking at him with heart eyes. There's definitely chemistry between them but they have still not interacted with each other.

"I think you should go talk to him." I say, nudging her arm. She looks at him and blushes, he was looking back at her while he was singing.

"Really? Me da mucha vergüenza." She smiles shyly at him looking away, hiding her face in my shoulder.

"No seas tonta. What can you lose? Its our last day here." I encourage her, nudging her arm again. "I won't take no as an answer."

"Oookay, alright." She giggles, sitting up and accommodating her hair. "Do I look good?" 

"You look great, go!" I push her as she stands up, she walks to where Hugo is while she is staring back at me. She gives me a small thumbs up and sits beside him. I'm a good cupid.

As I stare at both of them interact a smile forms on my face. I really like being here, being rounded by these amazing people that I'm lucky to call friends. Real friends, the ones that support you and are there for you. I'm definitely returning to Spain, specially here to Barcelona. It's my favorite place so far.

I still have to go to Italy, but I doubt it can top my love for the waves here. It's not only the beach that I like, but the city. It's so vivid and warm, the people is so nice and I'm practicing my Spanish a lot. I love the vibe you feel at night and the peace you feel during the day. I feel like I belong here.

Maybe this is the place where I want to settle in. I could look for a job near the beach, maybe a bar or a restaurant. Carla can help me look for a place. My smile keeps growing by the thought. I can't wait to tell Michael. 

Michael has been my loyal companion through this journey.  He decided to join me because he also was feeling like having a break. At the end of his semester he joined me and the group I found along the way, we were in Amsterdam by the time. We have been gypsies for the past five months and I couldn't love it more.

Sadly, everything comes to an end.

Its time to part our ways and find adventures by ourselves. We are definitely going to keep in contact and maybe travel again on holidays, but the majority of us have responsibilities to attend, like going back to work or uni. We leave tomorrow, that's why we decided to have a beach day. We made burgers, drink sangria and of course, surfing. 

I really can't wait to come back here to stay. I should probably tell Michael that after I get my things at his place I'm coming back here. 

I can't wait to start experiencing new things in this amazing city.

"Hey Frances! Your phone!" Guido yells from afar, taking my phone out of my bag and walking to me.

"Thank you." I give him a smile grabbing my phone.

It keeps ringing loudly so I have to stand up from the fire and walk away from the music. When I reach the shore I look down at the screen to see who it is. I don't recognize the caller, its an unknown number. I never receive unknown calls, this is weird. 

"Hello?" I decide to just answer.

"Frances?" I hear a rough voice on the other side of the line, somehow low that I have to focus my hearing.

"Yes? Who's asking?" I ask while moving my foot in the sand, playing with it. 

"Uh, ah, its... Its Harry." He finally says, my heart stops instantly. "Uh, you know, Harry... Styles."

Everything around me vanish away as all I can picture right now is the guy with long curly hair, pink plump lips and green irresistible eyes. His voice, how I missed his voice. I'm taken back to that airplane, where we spend an amazing time. Its been a while since the last time I thought of him. And its been what? Seven, eight months since I arrived to Europe?

"Harry." I say short of breath, moving my hand to my hair at the surprise. "Hi, hi! How... How are you? Wow, ah..." I say as a nervous laugh escapes my lips.

Suddenly a silence consumes the line but after a second we both laugh nervously, I feel my cheeks heat just like it did long time ago, when I used to stutter around him and feel butterflies in my stomach. 

"Its been a long time, Frances." He says with his usual cheeky accent. 

It doesn't feel like eight months passed at all. 

"I know." I laugh slightly, sitting down on the sand and looking at the sunset. "Are you... Still stealing tomatoes from stranger's salads?" 

"I haven't had the chance. I still steal iPods though..." He chuckles making me laugh, I can almost picture his dimple showing. "How you've been?" 

"I've been great. More than great." I smile, bringing my knees up to my chest and resting my arms on them. "Been traveling a lot." 

"That sounds lovely." His voice is so slow and raspy, I have to bite my lip containing everything inside of me. I forgot how beautiful his voice was. 

"What about you? Where have you been?" I ask right away, not letting my mind control me. 

"Uh, you know, here and there. I was on tour." He sighs afterwards. "Its been a crazy couple of months. Very agitated." 

"Are you off tour now? How did it go?" I ask excitedly. 

Its crazy to think that I didn't thought of him in like six months and now here I am talking to him on the phone, like if nothing happened. I'm not going to say that I wasn't hurt when he didn't call the first week that passed after our flight because I would be lying, but I moved on eventually, I came here to Europe to find myself, not to find somebody else.

"It went amazing, every crowd was... Unique." He says cheekily, he speaks more slow now that I remember. "But its over now, I'm finally free. I'm back in London." 

"That's great." I simply say, meaning it.

"Are you still traveling? Where are you right now? If I may know." He asks eagerly. 

"Guess." I decide to play a bit with him, just like the old times. 

"I don't know, uh..." He thinks for a second and then he says, "Paris."

"Nope. Guess again." I give him a second chance, Europe is a very big place.

"Edinburgh." He says and I laugh, shaking my head even though he can't see me. 

I can't help but think about all the fun we had in that plane. He really knows how to make me laugh, I guess our sense of humor is alike. I have missed him, I can't lie. 

"No, I'm actually in Barcelona, looking at the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen." I say, feeling the wind play my hair. "Its beautiful."

"What an amazing city, I still prefer Paris." He adds with joy in his voice. "Have you been there yet?" 

"Yes, very briefly but in my opinion Barcelona is better." I say matter of factly, resting my weight on my hand behind me as I hold my phone with the other. "I still have a lot of places I want to visit, though." 

"Like... Edinburgh?" He asks and for some reason it makes me laugh.  

"What is it with you and Edinburgh?" I laugh, now realizing the sky is almost dark blue now. 

"I've heard its a lovely place. Scotland." He holds his laugh, I can hear it. "The land of the brave." 

"Of course Harry." I keep laughing, I have missed his unique sense of humor.  

"Are you... Thinking of going there sometime?" He coughs, clearing his throat. "You know... To Edinburgh?" 

"It's not in my priorities but... I feel the need to ask, why?" I giggle, biting my bottom lip. 

There's something inside of me now that I'm speaking with him that is slowly returning to me. Like if my nerves sense him and they make an electric response inside of me. Is this normal? 

"Well... Can I be totally honest with you?" He asks and I nod my head, remembering that he can't see me. 

"Yeah?" I say, knowing there's something behind this. There's always is. 

"Well, I... I was wondering... I know we haven't seen each other in so long and that..." He stutters and takes pause, he sounds nervous but I don't know why. "... I promised to call you and I didn't but... Um..." He laughs nervously, making another pause. "Would you like to... Go there with me?" 

"I never thought I would hear you stutter, Harry." I point out, but then I realize what he asked. "Oh, uh... What? Edinburgh, wow."

I think for a moment. I know I'm happy that he finally called, even after eight months. And I'm flattered that he's asking me this but it still feels weird. Its so sudden, its not something you would ask a person that you only met one time during a flight, even when you felt a connection with that person. 

Is he actually being serious?

"I don't know. This is very sudden." I say, frankly. "What's in Edinburgh? I don't understand." 

"Well, my aunt is getting married and..." He starts saying but I cut him off, now I know where this is going.

"And you need a date." I complete his sentence.  

"That wasn't what I was going to say but, you're right." He chuckles nervously, I can picture him scratching the back of his neck. "I do need a date, the wedding its this Saturday and..." 

"Wow, that's also very soon." I open my mouth in surprise. This is totally random, minutes ago I wouldn't have thought I would be talking to him let along being invited by him to go to a wedding in Edinburgh. What the actual frick?

"I know, I'm sorry." He sighs in disbelief. "I should have called you right when I stepped off that plane." He says suddenly speaking lower. "I was busy and distracted, I guess. But I did thought of you, sometimes." 

 "Why me? I mean, its been a while Harry." I stand up from the ground, walking along the beach, feeling the sand in my toes as I walk helps me ease my nerves. "Don't get me wrong its just... Sudden."

"I know. I... Something reminded me of you and I had to try at least." He speaks deliciously slow, making this so tempting for me. 

"I have thought of you, too." I say shyly, covering my stomach with one arm. 

"Really?" His voice sounds illuminated, like if its hard for him to believe it. "I have missed you, Frances. As weird as it sounds."

I close my eyes letting the butterflies consume my body. That electric feeling suddenly returned to my body. Those moments reviving in my head. His hands holding mine, his finger on my lips, the kissing on the plane's bathroom, woah, his amazing lips... Okay Frances, come back to planet Earth. 

"Me, too." I admit shyly, stopping at the shore while looking at the few stars appearing in the sky. 

"I understand if you say no, we haven't keep in contact and I bet it sounds crazy but..." He makes a  sudden pause but then he continues. "Now that I think of it, you owe me a ride." 

"I guess I do." I chuckle, remembering the ride he set me up to when we landed in London. "But what does it have to do with this?" 

"Well, I'm planning on driving there, like a road trip or something." He explains to me, I cross my arms on my chest suddenly feeling trapped on his game once again. "It would be a great way to pay me back if you join me." 

I take a moment to think about it. I mean, I could take a last trip before settling in here in Barcelona. I did have a good time during the flight, we always talked about different things and he made laugh a lot. We also had some fights but we talked them over. I could take a road trip around England. I have only seen London and Oxford, we could make stops and... 

We haven't seen each other and he's already doing that thing he does to me, making my knees go weak and making my stomach fill with butterflies. Can you blame me? He is very persistent. 

I will probably regret this decision. 

"For your luck, I'm leaving to London tomorrow." I say closing my eyes, moving my hand to my forehead.

"Is that a yes?!" He quietly yells, his voice is full of joy. "Thank you, really. I promise you will have a good time."

"Oh dear..." I chuckle, shaking my head at myself. "Send me the details, okay? I would like to make some stops along the way to see some places, maybe take a couple of photos." 

"Of course, of course, I will." He responds with happiness in his voice. "I can pick you up at the airport if you want and then we can go straight from there. We have no time to lose." 

"Very eager, aren't ya'?" I giggle, not yet believing that I agreed to go with him. Here we go again.

"Well, I have missed having good company when I travel." He says making a smile appear on my face, my cheeks turning pink and for a moment I'm glad he's not here to see it. "Text me your flight itinerary. I'll be there waiting for you." 

"Okay." I say lowly, biting my bottom lip for the thousand time in the past twenty minutes we have been talking. "I'll see you tomorrow then." 

"Can't wait." 

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A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THEEEEEEEEEM 

And just to clear things up a bit: Yes, Harry forgot Frances, that's a common thing. People forget people. They only spend ten hours together. Ten. He's famous, he was on tour and was always meeting new people, going to new places every day. And yeah, they had a connection but those things happen. That doesn't mean he didn't thought of her or that he completely forgot about her... Just wait to read how the story develops, I have eveeerything planned. 

I CAN'T WAIT TO THE NEXT CHAPTER am I fangirling over my own story YES I AM BECAUSE I'M HANCES AF okay bye ily