Harry ordered some champagne to celebrate, and we sat on the terrace, sipping it and talking. He held my hand, massaging it with his thumb, and I sighed each time I looked at him. It felt right to be with him, as though every silly little thing that had kept us apart had been insignificant. When it got colder we moved inside, rather like we had on the other evening when we got so drunk that we fell asleep.
Harry put down the champagne and took me by the hand, pulling me in for a kiss. I kissed him back, feeling the weight of the world wash away. Then suddenly he released me, and stepped back.
"You know, it's horrible being in the limelight."
"I don't care." I followed him and kissed him again.
"You'd have no privacy."
"As if I do anything that would give me a bad image anyway."
"Paparazzi would stalk you."
"You're not that famous." I grinned and pushed him on to the bed. He laughed and pulled me to him.
"Oh really? Have you not watched any of my games? I'm incredible."
"Actually no. I've never watched any of your games. Flo told me you played and after about three days of cursing you for getting such good luck, I checked out a youtube clip. But then as soon as I saw you grinning when you scored I had to turn it off. It was too painful."
"Wow. I never knew."
"Shut up. That's not important now." I said, then started kissing him again.
I woke to feel the warmth of the sun on my body, and to find me curled up in Harry's arms. I turned to face him and saw he was awake, and smiling at me.
"Good morning." I whispered.
"Morning." He kissed me and I wrapped myself even tighter in to his embrace.
"I don't want to get up. I want to stay here."
"We don't have to."
"Yes we do. The others..."
"The others can last without us for a day."
"Maybe just the morning?"
"I can do that." He grinned before beginning to kiss me on every bit of skin he could reach. I giggled and ran my fingers through the hair he had left.
It felt right.