Daydreaming | h.s

Jasmine thought she had a perfect life, with her boyfriend Harold. But things turn sour when he cheats on her, making Jasmine decide to move to London to live with her best friend Tahlia.

One small coffee shop changed her life.

All because someone cared.

Cared enough to ask if she was okay.


10. Chapter 10


“We’re here!” Harry said.

“Can I take off my blindfold?” I asked, reaching behind my head to untie the cloth.

“No!” He said, grabbing both of my wrists.

Still holding onto my wrists, he led me out of the door. He kept his hands on my waist, and we began to walk. I was taking tiny steps and keeping my hands out in front of me, afraid of running into something. After a few minutes of walking, I felt Harry let go of me. I stood, frozen, not sure of what was going on. The air smelt crisp and the scent of flowers filled my nose.

“Harry?” I whispered.

I heard him talking to somebody in French and when the woman laughed, I heard him say, “Shh…”

He held onto my waist, again, and urged me forward. We walked in silence and he left me standing again. I groaned, and he said, “Don’t worry, not much longer!”

I rolled my eyes, but I realized I was blindfolded.

“Just to let you know, I just rolled my eyes” I mentioned.

“I’m sure you did” he said, poking me in the side and causing me to jump.

“Don’t do that to me or I’ll hit you!” I threatened.

“Okay, okay… Keep walking!” he said.

I wasn’t walking any faster and that seemed to irritate him, so he lifted me onto his back.

“Be careful”, I yelped. “My skirt might go up!” I said, reaching back to pull my skirt down.

“Really?” He said. I knew he was smirking, so I put my hand over his face and felt for his smirk.

“I knew you were smirking” I said, laughing.

He laughed and began to run.

A few minutes later, he yelled, “We’re here!” jumping and dropping me onto the floor.

“Ow” I said, feeling the grass underneath me. “You’re lucky there’s grass”.

I tried to take my blindfold off, but he swatted my hands away.

“I’ll do it” he offered.

I could finally see and the first thing I saw was the monument that I was sitting under.

“The Eiffel tower?” I said. “I should’ve known you’d take me here”.

He ignored me, offering his hand, and I got up. In his hands was a bouquet of roses, and I smiled.

“You just cheesier and cheesier don’t you?”

He winked and grabbed my hands, running towards the Eiffel tower saying, “We’re going up now!”

After walking up to the top, Harry fell to the floor, legs and arms sprawled out.

“Harry, get up… People are staring” I said, noticing an elderly couple’s eyes peering over. I was talking in the other direction, acting as if I didn’t know him.

“I’m tired… Help me” he said, out of breath.

“Even I’m not tired, Harry”, I said, offering him my hand.

He got up and I laughed at how tired he was.

The view from the top of the Eiffel Tower was incredible. I looked into the distance and I felt like I was staring at a screensaver on my laptop. Harry snaked his arms around my waist, but I didn’t protest. I was glad Harry had taken me here at night; it looked so much prettier with all of the lights turned on.

“Give me your phone”, Harry said.

“What? Why?” I said, keeping my hand on my butt pocket where my phone was.

“I want to take a picture of us and tweet it!”

“Fine” I said, giving him my phone.

“Say cheese!” he said, one of his arms around my shoulders and one holding out the phone.

He let go of one of his fingers and, just as he was about to tap the screen on my iPhone to take a picture, he dropped it. I leant over the edge and watched my phone smash as it hit the concrete below. I stood there with my mouth open, eyes wide, and Harry’s green orbs were filled with shock.

“Oops” he said, trying not to laugh when he saw the look of awe on my face.

I was still trying to figure out in my head how he had managed to drop my phone, so I didn’t respond.

“I didn’t mean to” he apologized.

“I’ll buy you a new one, promise!” he said, after I still hadn’t responded.

“Jasmine…?” he asked, waving his hand in front of my face. “Are you okay?”

He noticed that I wasn’t going to talk anymore, so he just hugged me.

“It’s-It’s okay” I managed to say. “I just can’t believe you managed to drop my phone. You’re such an idiot”, I said smirking.

“Ah, but I’m your idiot” he said, pulling me into his chest so that I couldn’t breathe.

I tried to escape from his grasp, but he was too strong for me. The elderly couple that had been staring at Harry when he was on the floor was now approaching us, and he let go of me.

“May I just say”, the elderly woman said, voice quivering, “that you two make a beautiful couple”. She was smiling a genuine smile and her husband, who was standing next to her, was nodding his head in agreement.

Harry held me closer, and put a finger to his cheeks, signaling me to kiss him.


I wanted to protest, but they were both staring at us, waiting for me to kiss him.

I stood on my tippy toes and kissed Harry on the cheek, lingering as they both started clapping. I pulled away, but Harry leant towards me and whispered in my ear saying, “Next time, aim a little lower”.

They both said good-bye to Harry and I, and when they left I smacked Harry’s arm.

“Like I said, Idiot”.

After spending a few hours at the top of the Eiffel tower buying souvenirs and eating snacks, we finally went down. We were lying in the grass and staring at the stars; it was almost midnight and we were waiting for the Fourth of July fireworks to light the sky.

Harry turned to face me and said, “So, did you have fun?”

“Yes. Even though I lost my phone and had to kiss you, it was worth it” I said.

“I said sorry, already! And you know you liked that kiss” he said, nudging me.

“If you insist” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

We were still lying on the floor, facing each other, when I heard a crackling noise, followed by an explosion. I looked up to see the night sky filled with colors. It was beautiful.

Harry and I were now both sitting up, his arm around my shoulder and my head resting on his. He turned to me and we gazed into each other’s eyes. He lifted my chin up and leaned in, kissing me softly on the lips. Closing my eyes, I fell into the kiss. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy and his hand was caressing my cheek, sending sparks throughout my body. We pulled away and he kissed me on the forehead. We lay back in the grass and he entwined his fingers in mine; the night was perfect.

Harry’s POV:

The night was perfect. I wanted to stay there with her forever and to keep her into my arms. Eventually, the fireworks finished and she turned to look up at me and said, “Why are they celebrating an American holiday in France?”

“Not sure. But, it was a good touch, wasn’t it?” I said, smiling.

“Huh, I still think a kiss in the rain is cuter”.

I was about to respond, when a shooting star passed over us.

“You have got to be kidding me”, she said, amazed.

“Make a wish” I said, holding her even closer.

Minutes later, she turned to me saying, “Did you make a wish?”

“Yes” I said, laughing.

I lied to her; I already had everything I could think of in front of me. There was no need for wishes.
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