"Two champagnes, please." Harry stands in front of the bar, with my hand still tangled in his.

Inside the tent where the party is being held everything is completely decorated, every single detail distracts me and I have to control my head from moving all around. I notice everyone finding their tables with the tags on it, some chatter fills the room along with a soft music a band is playing.

"Here you go." He finally lets go of my hand and grabs the two glasses, handing me one. "Shall we go find our table?"

"Yeah. I think your mom already found it." I say, noticing she's waving at us.

He guides our steps, his arm now around my waist. I hate to admit it but I like how affective he is being today. I don't want to get confused and jump to conclussions but its being very difficult for me to just ignore it. I like it and I'm going to go with it.

We are sitted in the table next to the bride, along with four other people. Its now that I'm noticing that Anne came with someone, Harry didn't mention it. And now that I'm looking around I notice everyone at the wedding has a partner, even the kids come in pairs. That is definitely strange.  

"Crystal, this is my son Harry as I was telling you." Anne says to the lady next to her as soon as we arrive to the table. "She works with me."

"So you're Crystal." He shakes her hand politely, a sleek smile on his face. "Nice to meet you."

"And this beautiful lady is Frances." Anne introduces me as well, making me blush a little.

"How do you do?" I say, shaking her hand as well.

"What a beautiful couple you two make." She says with a warm smile at the two of us.

"Thank you." Harry says right before  tried to correct her. With that he pulls me a bit closer to him with his hand on his waist.

What game is he playing?

Whatever it is, it makes my stomach fill with butterflies and I'm enjoying it.

Soon enough the food is served and we all sit to eat. Before we start eating the groom makes a toast thanking everyone for assisting to the wedding and giving a little love speech to his wife. We all awww  at his words and cheer with him afterwards.

The first plate is a salad with a lot of colors and a delicious dressing. Everyone at the table is listening to Crystal's partner, he's talking about the new economic reforms in the European Union, that to be honest is not an interesting topic for me but I still listen carefully to what he says.

"But don't you think is a harsh move? It benefits the people with money but not the ordinary people. Its not fair." Harry comments, moving his fork directly to my plate.

I have to stop moving my hand for a second suppressing a laugh. He's taking the tomatoes out of my plate.

After they finish their talk and just when Harry is about to pinch another tomato out of my plate, I whisper to him,"Old habits die hard, huh?" I say, taking a bite of my salad.

"I just can't believe you don't like tomatoes. Their delicious." He says shaking his head at me.

"We're not having this conversation again." I give him a smile. "Besides, I don't mind at all. You can have them all."

"You're willing to give all your tomatoes to me?" He says with a surprised smile. "For the rest of your life?"

"That's a weird proposal." I try my best to not laugh out loud.

"Okay. At least for the rest of your salad?" He smiles widely, leaning a little closer.

"How can I say no to that?" I say, this time letting a little laugh out. I'm just too giggly today.

The meal ends up sooner than I expected, everything was so delicious that I could eat all of it all over again. Now we all are having dessert, and just when we are about to finish a man speaks on the microphone and calls for the newly weds to the dance floor for their first dance. We all turn around, forgetting about our plates.

"This must be good." Harry says to me, turning around as well. "Aunt Marie has never been much of a dancer."

"Oh, leave her alone." Anne says, smacking her son's arm. "You can't dance either."

"Oh burn." I say quietly, only for him to hear.

"What did you say, Frances?" He looks at me hiding something behind his smile.

A soft classical vals starts playing and even when everyone's eyes are settle in the couple on the dance floor he doesn't move his eyes from me.

"Nothing." I smile at him, moving my eyes away. I still feel his eyes on me but I push it away, there's nothing wrong on being a little playful.

They finish their dance and right after everyone else is invited to join them, this time an old 80's pop song starts playing and a few people stands up from their tables and joins them. Then I feel a hand on my arm practically making me stand up.

"You're going to regret that." He says to me once I stand up. He looks at me with playfull eyes and before I can't protest he pulls from my hand and makes me walk right behind me.

"Harry... Harry!" I try to stop him but he's stronger than me. We are in the dance floor quicker than I thought. "This is embarrassing." I laugh, looking right at him.

"I do remember how well you dance." He takes a step closer, looking me with his pure green eyes and hugging my waist with just one arm. "So come here and dance with me."

I laugh and roll my eyes, he takes that at his cue to start guiding our moves.

"You're really annoying. You know that, right?" I say to his ear, a smile is plastered on my face.

"Oh, I very much know that." He says, moving his mouth closer to my ear. "And I can tell you like it, miss."

"Oh boy." I roll my eyes again, biting my lip trying to push everything away.

We dance the total of three songs. I didn't remember he wasn't that bad of a dancer. He's not John Travolta but he's not a bad dancer. Besides, the DJ has been playing a lot of 80's epic songs, it makes you want to stay on the dance floor. After another song we decide on going for a drink, I don't want to get all sweaty.

He orders himself a scotch and I ask for a glass of white wine, we then stand a few steps away from the bar just looking around.

"Its great, isn't it?" He says moving his glass in circles while looking in the distance. "Just being surrounded by family having a good time."

"Yeah. Its great indeed." I say with a sigh, a nostalgic smile on my lips. "Your family is nice. They seem pretty close."

"Yeah, we are." He takes a sip of his whiskey. "Well, at least I used to be. I barely spent time with them anymore."

"The band?" I ask, turning my head to look at him.

"Hm." He nods his head. "Its something I'm going to change. I can't stand just seeing them twice a year."

"I also have a lot of time without seeing my family." I add, moving my eyes down. "I miss them too."

"Is this your first time away from them, isn't it?" He asks me, looking at me.

"Yeah. I guess you've been away more times than me." I take a sip, giving him a smile.

"Since I was eighteen. On and off the road, traveling all the time." He sighs with a cheeky smile on his face. "I would do it all over again though."

I don't answer, I just stay staring at him, at the way he smiles thinking about the past. Its a beautiful picture. He's lost looking at the crowd in the dance floor while I'm lost looking at him.

I can't stop looking at him but... Can you blame me? I can't stop looking the little curl that is trying to furiously escape from that hat, at his lips that are a darker shade thanks to the whiskey he's drinking, at the small part of exposed skin on his chest, at his hand that is hugging the glass almost completely.

"You know, a wise girl once told me..." He turns his head at me. "That staring is bad."

"I'm sorry." I nervously chuckle, moving my eyes away from him. "That girl is totally right."

"Frances..." Harry takes a step closer to me, running one finger over my blushed cheek, making me smile shyly.

"Harry! Here you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!" Anne comes to us, making us both separare inmediatly. "Sorry if I interrupted but there's some people I would like you to meet. Do you mind if I take him for a little bit, Frances?"

"Oh, no. Not at all. Go ahead." I smile at her, patting Harry's arm while I try to fill my lungs with oxygen because for some reason there weren't receiving any. "He's all yours."

"I'll be right back." He says to me nodding his head at me and walking away with his mom.

I stay at the bar while he walks away, then I look at him from a afar and look how he shakes the hand of a man his mom just introduced him to. Now that he is far from me I don't feel ashamed for staring.

Its different to see him in this enviroment, he has always been a confident person but in here, he's not only confident but he's in his safe zone. He's with his family, he has nothing to worry about in here.

Months may have passed but I feel like no time passed at all. Right now, looking at him laughing at something I can't hear from here, I feel like we never lost contact. I even feel... Something inside of me, something that you don't feel for someone that you just met once. I'm infatuated for him, I'm not going to lie.

And I'm scared. I'm not sure if I should be feeling this. It makes me turn around, looking somewhere else.

Two days ago I had my mind settle in one thing, to settle in in a new place to finally start my life and now... My mind is being shaken by a hidden feeling that was forgotten.

"Miss Frances?" I hear a voice calling for me, I turn to my right and I find last night's drawing teacher.

"Grace! Hi!" I say surprised. "I didn't know you were attending to the wedding."

"Yeah well, I'm not a big fan of weddings but Marie is very persistent." She half chuckles swinging her glass to a side. "Specially with the bringing a date thing. What's up with that?"

"You know, I did notice that but didn't know it was intentional." I say, putting a little thought on it. That's why Harry needed a date.

"You came here with your boyfriend?" She asks, standing right beside me and glancing at Harry.

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend." I say, kind of tired of having to explain that. "He was the one that invited me actually, so... I'm just his date."

"I see." She says, taking a sip of her wine. "How is he doing after the split up?"

"Pardon me?" I tilt my head to a side, not understanding what she meant.

"He's the kid from that band, right?" She asks turning her eyes to him once again. "I heard they've split. Or, that's what someone told me earlier today."

"I... I didn't know about that." I take the glass to my lips but I don't take a sip. He didn't told me. Maybe that's what he was referring to the other day, that he liked that I didn't know much about those things.

"It must be all over the news dear." She chuckles, returning her eyes to me. "I hope he's doing fine."

"Yeah, me too." I say, frowning without even controlling it.

Why didn't he told me? We were just talking about his band seconds ago.

That's just something that you don't forget to mention. His band has broken up and not even one word of it in this entire time. I know we had a little fight the other night but not even before he said a word. I'm... I'm shocked, really. It makes me kind of upset again.

I look at him, at how he's smiling at his mom and enjoying a conversation and it makes me wonder what is he going through. He doesn't look affected but I have to point out that yes, he's been acting different since last time I saw him. And I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"You know, I was very impressed of your work yesterday." She says after a moment of silence between us both. "I have never come across someone as talented as you."

"Oh. Thank you." I say, forcing a smile on my face even when my thoughts are somewhere else. "Its really flattering for you to say that."

"I mean every word." She smiles tenderly at me. "Actually... Have you ever thought of teaching? Just curiosity. Your kind of knowledge has to be shared, my dear."

"You know, I did actually, yesterday during your class." I smile, trully this time, returning my mind to the present. "I'm actually moving to Barcelona this week and I thought maybe I could start teaching."

"Moving to Barcelona?" A third voice joins us, making us both turn around to find Harry standing right behind me.

Shit.

"Harry." I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

"I... I'm sorry, I, I need a moment." He says affected, moving his eyebrows up and turning around.

"Harry!" I call for him, leaving a sigh out. "Excuse me, Grace."

"Harry!" I follow right behind him, he's walking a bit fast so its hard for me to keep his pace. He walks outside the tent and to the gardens. "Harry wait!"

He keeps walking, not paying attention to my calls.

"Can you just stop?" I say after a few seconds of me following behind him. He finally stops and for that I'm glad, I'm panting over here.

"When were you going to tell me, Frances?" He asks, turning around to look at me. "Were you planning on telling me at all?"

"I..." I look at him but, the truth is, I actually never felt the need to do it. "No."

"Well, at least you're sincere." He says with a sarcastic smile on his face. He then turns around, taking a step away from me. "I really can't believe you."

"Harry, you don't understand." I move my eyes somewhere else than him. I have an achy feeling in my chest, like if I were guilty but I'm actually not. I shouldn't be feeling this way. "I made that decision for myself, I like it there. I finally feel like I belong somewhere." I try to explain, but even when I think of Barcelona and all the amazing things I experienced there, the feeling doesn't go away. "And then, you called and this weekend happened. Confusing the shit out of me."

"So you're leaving. You're moving there." He says with an upset tone on his voice.

"Why are you even upset? You have no right to be." I point out raising my voice a bit, moving my eyes to him. "You also have something to tell me."

"And what would that be?" He turns around with a provoking expression on hid face.

"Your band. Were you planning on telling me, Harry?" I raise an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms on my chest. He remains quiet,answering my assumptions. "That's what I thought."

Everything just suddenly vanished away. The cute words from today, the stares, his little apology last night, his tattoo, the kiss the other night, the laughs in the car, everything.

"I was going to tell you, I... I just..." He runs a hand through his hair, he looks nervous.

"You know what, Harry? You don't owe me an explanation." I say, leaving a huge sigh out. I have always hated arguing with people and this time is not an exception. "Just like I don't owe you one either."

"No, Frances, you don't understand..." He tries to stop me from talking but I'm just suddenly tired of all of this.

"No, let's just leave it like this." I say, moving my hands in in the air. "We are nothing more than just a couple of strangers that met a few months ago in a flight and now we are trying to pretend we are something when we don't even tell each other shit. Eight fucking months passed, eight! We are even more strangers than we w..."

"Fuck, Frances. I'm not prepared!" He yells cutting me off, widening his eyes. "I'm not ready to talk about it, okay? I'm not ready to place my feet in the ground to realize that I left the band and think of what I'm going to do next because..." He throws his hands in the air in exhaustion, rolling his eyes as well. "Because I don't even know what the fuck I'm going to do."

He turns around again, running a hand through his hair for the millionth time now.

"I didn't want to bring how shitty my life is right now when..." He sighs, still his back looking at me. "When you seem to have your whole life figured it out."

"I..." I chuckle, because that definitely took me by surprise and because I don't even know what to say. "I don't have my life figured it out."

"Bullshit." He turns around with an sleek sight on his eyes.

"Harry... Just a week ago or so I decided Barcelona is the place I want to live in." I smile, just thinking about it. "I don't know where I'm going to live, I don't have a job there, I don't even know if its going to work out but, I have to try." I take a step closer to him. "So no, I don't have everything figured it out as you think."

He just stands there looking at me, his lips closed in a tight line. 

"And... I'm sorry." I say, moving my eyes down feeling a bit overwhelmed by his stare. "I didn't know you were going through rough times." 

"You're really moving to Barcelona?" He takes a minute to respond but he finally does. His question sounds hurt, like he doesn't want to believe it. 

"I am." I say shyly. Its finally sinking in. 

He sighs, turning around running his hand through his hair. I don't know why I'm feeling this way. Why do I feel so distant from him when we are literally standing just a step away? Why do I feel my heart a bit broken? Again? 

Why do I feel like he's feeling the same way? 

"This is it, isn't it?" He says, his voice is low but I hear it clear as water. He turns around slowly, he has a slight frown on his face, a sad glimpse in his eyes. 

I nod my head, this is it. I'm going to finally settle in a place I really like. No more traveling for me in a while. No more long trips, no more feeling lost. 

"Then... I don't wanna waste any time." He takes the step that was separating us and holds my face in his hands, leaning in closer and kissing me, so soft but so strong, taking me totally by surprise. 

I place my hands over his, not quite stopping the kiss but he stops, resting his forehead in mine. 

"I..." Harry starts saying something but I move one finger over his mouth, shooshing him off. 

I shake my head for him to not say a word, and with that, I go on my tip toes and kiss him, my hand holding the back of his neck securing him not wanting to let go of his lips, not even for a second. 

Not even at all. 

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