Canyon Moon: The Making of the 2019 Album, Fine Line {H.S}

Coucou

*A/N: Part of this chapter is in french, so I just wanted to point out that everything in this chapter that's in italics and parentheses is a translation. I didn't do this last time there was french in the chapter, but that was because it was from Harry's point of view. Since this is from Annie's and she can speak french fluently, I thought I'd include them. Also, I know a little bit of french, but I'm not fluent, so I'm using Google Translate, so if anyone is fluent in French and things look a bit weird, please let me know and I'll change it!*

June 24th 2019

{ANNIE}

The two things I've learned in the past few week are as follows: 1) I've learned that all of my friends are totally extremely unperceptive and 2) Harry Styles is a very good cook.

Harry and I have been sneaking around for the past week, sneaking kisses when nobody's around and praying to God that no one notices that we go home together every night. To be completely honest, we haven't been that careful but, lucky for us, no one has sniffed out our trail. Adam's too lost in his own world to bother and Tommy's suspicious, but hasn't said anything yet. And Sam, even though Harry comes into the cafe pretty much every morning, just thinks Harry really likes our coffee.

Last night, Harry insisted on taking me on a 'real date', or as real as we could get. He made me leave my own house for an hour while he cooked and rearrange my living room to look like a restaurant. It was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me in a while and I'm starting to get used to these romantic gestures from him. Then, I tasted the food, lemon garlic chicken with roasted potatoes and asparagus, and decided that if nothing else, I'd like to keep him around just to be my personal chef.

This morning, neither of us had any obligations to be anywhere until 8 pm, so we've only really left the bed and each other's company to shower. Although, really, Harry joined me quickly after I turned the water on. There's something about these moments with Harry that are so blissful. When he's not around, I often catch myself thinking about the consequences or what we're gonna do if people find out. Not even just our friends, the whole world. But when I'm with him, it all fades away and it's just me and Harry. The rest of the world can wait.

It's around noon when I finally decide to get some work done with scheduling my lessons for the  next month and Harry picks up his guitar and pretends to work on his music, even though I can tell he's sneaking glances at me waiting for me to be done. Eventually, he gets impatient, wraps an arm around my waist and attempts to pull me away from my computer.

"What are you doing?" I giggle.

"The kids can wait." He mumbles, pulling me on top of him.

"Shouldn't you be working on your songs?" I ask as he lays a trail of kisses down my neck.

"Nooo, I've got all the time in the world." He says, which makes me laugh. He sits up, placing me on his lap and attempting to remove my shirt.

I roll away from his grasp and hand him his guitar, "Just play for a minute. I have to call my aunt, anyways."

"Ughhhh, why do you have make me work on a day like this?" He groans and flops on the bed.

"I'm keeping you honest." I say and plant a kiss on his forehead. I reach for my phone on the nightstand and dial my aunt's number. She'd called me last night, but I was a bit too distracted.

"Coucou!" I greet my aunt. I can hear Harry playing a melody in the background.

"Bonjour, Annie." She yawns, "Comment vas-tu?" (How are you?)

"Tu dors?" (Are you asleep?) I ask.

"Oui, mais ça va." (Yes, but it's okay.) She responds, but I can tell she was groggy. I then realize that it's about 9 pm in France and my aunt liked to go to bed early.