*Carrie POV *
I wake up and he's next to me.
I smile.
I told him to go in his room but he's still here.
He hasn't gone.
I check the time.
It's 10 o'clock.
I get up leaving the sheets on him. I go to the bathroom and I look myself at the mirror.
I'm happy.
I'm relaxed.
I'm glad.
I'm something I've never been with Peter.
Just because Peter is not Harrison.
I'm thinking of taking a shower but I know that I would take it too long and I don't wanna waste time to hang out in Paris.
I wash myself and I get dressed.
He's still sleeping.
I smile everytime I pass next to him.
I wear a little white dress with long sleeves.
I brush my hair and I'm ready.
Little problem.
I can't drive outta States. My license doesn't let me do it.
Solution?
I wake him up! I take a pillow and I throw it to him. And another one, until he wakes up.
"Are you crazy, girl?" he yells as I laugh.
"Come on! Get up and get ready! We're going out!" I exclaim.
"What? Has maybe your Highness though that I may be tired?"
I laugh shaking my head.
He sits on the side of the bed.
He thin his eyes looking at me.
I smile and he gets up.
"I'm coming just because I'm not gonna let you walk around alone in this short dress..." he wisper before going into the bathroom.
I laugh to myself before sitting on the couch.
I look out of the window waiting for him.
Paris.
I think I'm in love.
-
I soon discover that George rent us a car.
We get in and Harrison starts driving.
As we reach a non busy street and all the paparazzi are gone, he press a button near the radio and the ceiling lower.
What...
"It's a cabriolet?" I ask.
He nods.
I love George.
I look around.
Like this it's equal to walk around, but faster!
"So where do you want to go?" he asks me.
"Everywhere! First the Eiffel tower, then the Louvre museum, then we must take a ride on the Seine and-"
"Who who! Ehy!" he stops me laughing "We have only today free and you want to spend all of it walking through museums?"
I nod and he shakes his head.
"I have a better idea..." he says.
"The last time you said that we ended up in a nightclub carrying a drunk Mark..."
"Oh don't worry, nothing like naked women this time..." he laughs "...even if...-"
I give him a nasty look and he smiles.
I turn around.
We're passing near the Louvre.
"Come on! Why can't you stop a second! It won't take long.." I complain.
"My car, my rules."
Oh really?
"I just hope it will be worth it..."
"It will..."
"Oh I hope it so, mr Ford! Because if not, you'll take me in every single inch of this city without saying a word!" I exclaim.
"You're gonna gag me?" he asks lookingin my direction.
"I may!" I answer trying to sound intimidating.
"Exciting..." he wisper.
And as always his damn ways won over my words.
He's maybe taking me to the countryside.
I'll kill him.
Am I really giving up a beautiful trip in Paris through all the shops of this beautiful town because of the countryside?
I will for sure kill him.
He turns on the radio and a country song starts to play.
I'm glad there are still American songs even in France.
I lay down putting my feet onto the dashboard.
He looks at me.
"If some French cops stop us, I really hope you know how to tell them that it's all your fault, sweetie...And you're lucky it's not my car!"
"Why?" I ask.
"Because..." he answers "...you could even be punished for something like that!" he points to my feet.
I don't know if it's kind of weird or exciting that I think I'd love to be punished from him.
"How do you know where to go?" I ask "Seems like you been there before."
"I have." he answers.
"Alone?"
He starts laughing but he doesn't answer.
It means that he has been there with someone, a woman probably.
Why don't tell me about it?
Maybe there's still something between he and this woman...or maybe he just wants to make me jealous...
I don't know what to think.
I just hope we'll arrive soon in this special place only he knows.
-
I get out of the car looking around.
Here we are.
Luxembourg Gardens.
I should have known that...
They could have been on my to-visit-list too...but on what I've seen in pictures they're always so crowded and I hate crowd, especially if I'm with Harrison.
"So isn't it better than a bunch of shops?"
"Well yes but...I'd better take my sunglasses on because there will be a lot of peop-"
He starts laughing interrupting me. "Not today!" he exclaims "Actually this park is officially closed today but... lucky for us, one of my oldest friends works there and I'm sure that if it's Harrison Ford asking to open it up just for us...he would be more than just happy to help!" he winks.
"Always full of surprises mr. Ford..." I smile. He smirks.
We get closer and he knocks on the glass of the box office.
It seems totally empty.
"Nous sommes fermés!" a rough voice says from the inside.
"Yeah and I'm looking for David Moscatt!" Harrison says.
An old man gets the head out of the glass.
He smiles seeing my co star.
"Harrison Ford! Mon ami!" he exclaims shaking his hand.
"Amazingly David, thank you!" he answers smiling.
One of the few true smiles I've seen on his face.
"Look David, I'm here because I know that you can help me...you know...it's a beautiful place and it's a beautiful day..."
"You want me to let you and your lady come in the Gardens now."
Harrison smirks.
The man laugh and get out of the box office.
"Of course! Anything for you Ford!"
I smile.
He looks at me.
"And I can happily see that you've find a beautiful girl...Il est un plaisir, mademoiselle!" he says kissing my hand.
"Thank you Mr. Moscatt!" I answer.
I already like this man.
He smiles and take a key to open the big gate.
We get in thanking him.
As he close the gate behind us Harrison takes my hand.
We start walking.
I look around.
Everything is beautifully perfect.
He was right.
This is worth everything.
"How do you know him?" I ask.
"He was an old friend of my father...He used to live here in Paris and sometimes he took me here too..." he answers looking around.
"So you've been there before with your father.."
"Also.."
So now it's official.
He's been here with a woman.
I wander who...
"Why don't you speak French? Your father must had, why he didn't teach you?"
I may seem too much intrusive...but I really can't help but ask.
"Just say that me and my father preferred spending our time doing other things than teaching French...and...well...it's another story..."
He doesn't wanna talk about it.
Okay.
"Ehy!" he exclaims "Let's sit there.."
He takes me at the centre of a big garden.
All around us flowers of any color and type.
In front of me a castle.
It's a fairy tale.
There is no other explanation.
"I was right." he says lying on the grass.
I smile going next to him.
His head leaning next to mine.
He turns to me.
"You've got a beautiful profile, Carrie.."
I try to turn to him too but he stops me.
"No no! I want to admire you..." he wisper.
"But you know..." I look into his eyes "I want to admire you too..."
I kiss his lips touching his defined jaw.
He kisses me back.
I lean my head on his shoulder as he kisses my forehead.
"You know...soon all of this will end..." I say "You...you'll do other movies, kiss other girls...make love to them on the screen...and...we don't know if George is planning another Star Wars and...This days have been the most beautiful of my life...-"
"I've always hated France..." he interrupts me "...It was an enemy because...my father used to work here and Paris took him far from me. I've never wanted to came back here...as I never wanted it as a child...It was like going straight into the cave of the monster. Paris stole my dad, and now...she's steeling the rest. It seems like everything that makes me happy is gonna stay here forever..." he gets up and I do it too "...I don't want this damn city to take away even our story..." he looks me in the eyes "...It's true. The movie is end, the promoting is gonna end soon...but we're not gonna end...please...don't let her take away what we are. I'll do my best to avoid it...just...let this trip be the memory of a beautiful night of love lasted four days...and not an awful trip in hell..."
He takes my hands.
I caress his cheek.
"I love you...damn beautiful arrogant charming man..." it's the only thing I could wisper.
He kisses me. Like it's the last time.
"I love you..." I repeat hugging him.
He does it too.
Stronger.
I stay here, sitting on his legs, close in his arms.
His smell is strong in my nose.
It's intoxicant.
I close my eyes.
His hands through my hair are a lullaby.
"They offered me a job..." he says after a few minutes "...a part in a movie called Hanover Street. It should be released in a couple years...I have to move in England...to film it..."
Everything around me stops.
That it is.
That is what I was talking about.
That's why he said those things.
He knew that it's about to happen what I said.
And he doesn't want it.
And i don't too.
"I wish we could go back to that messy trailer when you were asking about my age..." I wisper.
He holds me closer.
"I'd want it too..."

*Harrison POV *
The wind is blowing through her hair. She's lying again with her feet on the dashboard.
I could tell that she's sleeping. She hasn't said anything since when we came back from Luxembourg Gardens.
Her red sunglasses are staring at the city all around us.
I check the time.
15:30.
We're on our way back to the hotel but...I think I could do something more for her...
"Take your seat Miss. Fisher...we're going straight into the City of Lights!"
She turns to me with a smile.
She gets closer and she kisses my cheek.
"Take me wherever you want..." she wisper in my ear before sitting again.
I smile.
I will.
-
The view from here can leave you totally breathless.
The whole city underneath us.
I feel like I could see the entire world from the top of the tower.
"Isn't it incredible..." she says leaning on the railing next to me.
I nod.
"An entire city dominated by a Tower...Everyone could feel like a king himself just going up here..." she adds.
"Or like a princess..." I say turning around leaning next to her, giving my back to the view.
"Oh, yeah?" she asks posing her hands on my chest.
I nod smiling.
"So now...I'm supposed to be the princess...and you're what? The king?" she asks.
I shake my head.
"I'm not a king...I'm just me...remember that line from the movie when i said...you think a princess and a guy like me...well yes! That's what we are: a princess and a guy like me..." I say "Nothing more."
"I need nothing more..." she whisper before kissing my lips.
It's a fast kiss; fast like this wind through my hair.
We can't risk to be seen; luckily this floor of the tower is quite empty of people.
I got back looking at the city.
I forgot you were so beautiful, Paris.
I was so busy thinking that you were the enemy...but you are not the enemy...
You're a faithful friend.
You made me cross the line with her, you made me understand that i don't want all of this end.
So just let me another world before i go back into the beautiful room of that beautiful hotel, with my beautiful girl.
Thank you, Paris.
Thank you.
-
We spend the rest of the day walking around. As she wanted I took her in a lot of shops and we've met a lot of fans.
And paparazzi too...
But however that's our life!
People know us, they even know that we're here together for working.
"Isn't it strange that George hasn't pick up a bodyguard for us..." she suddenly say.
"I asked him to not pick one." I answer.
"Why?"
"Can you imagine us laying on Luxembourg Gardens grass, in each other's hands,telling those things...with a bodyguard staring at us?"
She laughs:
"Yeah that would have been weird... Even if I think that we wouldn't have done things like that with a bodyguard around us..."
"Well that's why I asked him to avoid a bodyguar..." she nods.
Even if in some cases it would have been amazing to have one.
We get out of a shop and a man with a camera comes towards us.
Another paparazzo.
Like now.
I hate them with all my heart.
They're not like journalists, they try to change the things that you say just to make news, they take pictures of random things and build up your story. You can't be yourself with them around.
So now I have to try to not kick him off.
"Miss Fisher..." he says "Can you please tell us about the journals?"
"Journals?" she asks.
I think we both don't know what he's talking about.
"Yes! Your story's on every journal in Paris and...I think even out of here!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she says "And now if if you can excuse me, we have to go back to our hotel!"
She takes my arm and start walking faster.
I hear flashes sound behind us.
"What was he meaning?" I ask.
As we get in the car she pressed the button and she closed the ceiling.
I start the car and she answers me:
"I hate paparazzi! Especially when they try to invent things that aren't, just to let you talk!"
"So you have no idea what journals he was talking about?"
"Totally!" she exclaims.
"Well don't think about it! He was just trying to steal some news from us... that's what Paparazzi do!" I say posing my hand on her tight.
She smile.
"I'm looking forward to go back in that room..." I whisper and she takes my hand laughing.
We arrive at the hotel and as I open the door a bunch of people are around us.
All over me only camera flashes.
I hear them people say things like journals again or yell Carrie's name.
I think we need a bodyguard.
As somebody has just read my mind a tall man comes through the crowd. "Mr. Ford, sorry, I know that you asked for no bodyguard but mr. Lucas asked me to come with you as he discovered what happened..." he says.
I nod even if I don't know what he's talking about.
With his help we come in the hotel with the half of the problems we would have had alone.
"Finally!" I exclaim as that the door closed behind us.
"Can I please ask what's going on?" Carrie asks to the bodyguard.
I think she is quite unhappy.
"You don't know anything at all?" he asks shocked.
We shake our heads and he take a newspaper from his jacket poket.
"Then I think it's better if you look yourself..." he says giving it to us.
I take it and we look at the first page. There's a big picture of Carrie and right above her a big title: Carrie Fisher's Secret Love Relationship will made your day.
What...
I start reading:

Here's to you an exclusive interview to a close friend of our new actress. His name is Peter Johnson and he is her lover.
"Me and Carrie were friends." the man said "And she's always had particular feelings for me. When she started shooting Star Wars she was quite unhappy with her life on set.
She started calling me everyday.
She said that she didn't like the little trailers where her director made them stay.
As you know, in every movie set actors can't have particular relationship with other members, especially if they're not part of the crew; and I wasn't.
But she didn't care about it.
She made me come in secretly every night because, you know she needed a bit of distraction.
I have pictures.
And then when shooting ended she just get rid of me.
I know that this would be a bad moment of her life, if it comes out on journals but...I knew it was the right thing to do.
Carrie is a great actress, but I think that it was more correct for people who work with her and her fans to know the truth."
So friends of the journal and fans of Miss Fisher all over the world, did you expected this shape of Princess Leia's character?
Well we didn't and we're still looking forward to see her and dark side on screen.
Do you think that's all? It's not.
Mr. Johnson told us about another possible Fischer's prey.
"I've seen her hanging out a lot with mr. Ford..." he said "I really hope she's not thinking of him to take my place on her next bored period...if a relationship with somebody during a film shooting is disliked...a relationship with a colleague will be a real scandal!"
So what's up with you guys?
We hope that Miss Fisher and mr. Ford will clear up all of this, because if not...I don't think we'll see them again in a possible next movie of the Lucas production!

I stop reading and I look at Carrie.
She's looking right in front of her.
Eyes wide open as their mouth.
"He said it wasn't ended..." she wisper.
"Carrie..."
She runs away getting into the elevator.
I I try to follow her but the door closed before I could reach her.
Son of a bitch!
I can believe he's done that.
George must be so mad...and the worst part is that it's only a big bullshit invented by that asshole!
I'll kill him.
But first, I have to fix up the rest.