Erica's POV

"It's amazing here", Louis cooed.

" Indeed", Harry replied and put his arm around my shoulder.

We were exploring the Juhu beach today. The boys were looking at everything in awe as if they were five.

I was wearing a white floral summer dress with brown sandals.

Harry was wearing a red shirt which I had bought for him with blue jeans. The top buttons of the shirt were undone which provided a good look to his small chest hairs. I was resisting the urge to run my hands up and down his chest.

I guess, I was staring at him for too long because he looked at me with slightly raised brows.

"Nothing, you are just adorable", I answered and kissed his cheek.

He blushed and smiled. He ran his hand through his hairs and I thought the weather here can't get hotter but believe me just this small move made me feel way hotter than it was already.

" Hey! Eri, what are those?? ", Liam asked, pointing towards a stall.

Well, a Panipuri stall.

" It's Panipuri", I answered. When I saw, he didn't understand, I told, "They are spicy waterballs. Wanna try?? ".

" Yeah let's try them", Niall said, licking his lips.

The others laughed. Really, Niall ate at least 4 samosas (an Indian snack) this morning but he is still hungry. This guy has a big black hole in his stomach.

We all went to the stall and I handed the boys one plastic bowl each. The vendor started serving us.

The guys were struggling while eating except Niall. He really filled his mouth with the ball like we Indians do.

The other four boys were really hilarious to watch. Harry tried to put the whole ball into his mouth but ended up spilling the spicy liquid out.

Liam was able to put the ball fully into his mouth but I guess he wasn't much fan of spice. He had tears in his eyes and after that I asked the vendor to give the sweet waterballs.

And Zayn was eating the balls in halfs. His hands were all sticky after that and I couldn't help but laugh at how messy he was.

After enjoying the Panipuris, we went to explore the Gateway of India.

There we fed the peigons and walked around a bit. The guys were shocked to see how busy Indian streets can be.

We came back to our hotel after the eventful day. It was nearly 8pm so went to have dinner.

The dinner had different Indian dishes and desserts.

"Seriously, Indian food is so fucking good", Niall complimented with his mouth full of Chicken Tikka.

" I agree", Harry added.

The guys were really tired after that and dozed off as soon as they reached their rooms, while I was deep in thought.

Harry was sleeping soundly beside me and I was sitting with my back against the headboard. I sighed.

I really enjoyed today. It felt so good to explore Mumbai after what feels like years.

Yes, it has been years. I guess 4 years.

Everytime, I would come back to India, it was just for one day or two and those days, I would spend with my family catching up on things.

It felt so good to finally feel the light breeze and smell the odor of different Indian foods when I walked through those familiar streets. It felt so good to see everything, I used to when I was a child. My childhood memories came flooding back when I walked through the beach.

All thanks to Harry. If he wouldn't have asked me to come with him then I wouldn't have experienced what I am experiencing right now.

Peace.

Peace of mind.

I am feeling better. My stress and anxiety is away from me. At least for now, I don't feel like I am being loaded upon by stress.

It feels so much peace to be in India with Harry.

"I love you Harry", I said and kissed his forehead.

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My heart was beating out of my chest as Harry opened the door of the car for me.

"Harry, is it necessary?? ", I whined.

" Of course, love. Don't you want me to meet your parents?? ", he replied.

I came out of the car and walked with Harry to the front door of my house.

Today, after we had breakfast, Harry asked me to introduce him to my parents.

I said 'yes' at the moment but now I am regretting it.

Harry raised his hand and pressed the doorbell. I glanced at him and he had a soft smile on his face unlike me. My face colour drained, when I saw my mother open the door.

"Erica", she cooed and hugged me tightly.

I hesitantly hugged her back and let out the breath that I was holding.

She released the hug and saw she has traces of tears pricking in the corner of her eyes. She smiled softly at me but her smile faded when she saw Harry beside me. Harry was looking at us in awe with a big smile on his face.

"Who is this?? ", my mother asked.

"Harry, this is my mom", I said. Harry touched her feet. I had taught him this, considering the fact that my parents are the typical Indians.

" Stay blessed ", my mother said and put her hand on his head. He stood up back straight.

" Mum, this is Harry, my boyfriend ", I said.