Camila's POV

I opened my eyes slowly, lifting them off the tear stained pillow which was soaked as a result of my crying the night before. Stretching my arms out, I believed that I was all alone in my bed. I was proved wrong when my arms hit a solid body which moaned out in exhaustion.

"Camila what did you do that for?" Harry whined but the only thing I could do was hug him tightly, happy tears falling in the place of the sad ones I had cried before.

"Why are you here?" I asked with shock clear in my voice and he gave me a wide grin before propping himself up on his elbow.

"Well I came back from my movie premiere," he said and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Aren't you supposed to be with Kendall?" He laughed at my statement and then stroked my hair lovingly, staring up at me adoration.

"Maybe for the cameras but not behind closed doors," he whispered and I kissed his forehead softly, just glad that he was back where he belonged. He was back with me.

***

"Want to go out on a date tonight?" Harry asked while I was making us some breakfast and I stood stunned in the kitchen, not sure if I was hearing him right.

"Won't we be seen together? Your management doesn't like that..." I trailed off while buttering the toast; we didn't like to mention Harry's management, it put a damper on our mood.

"Not if we're sneaky and know how to not get caught," he wiggled his eyebrows at me and I smiled at his childish ways.

"Well where do you suggest?" I asked him, seeing how much he had thought about this date.

"How about a concert?" He winked at me before walking upstairs, but turned around just before he started to ascend the stairs, "Be ready by eight."

***

We walked into an old pub, the type of place that smelt of whisky and sweat. The type of place that always had the TV on playing a football game which nobody really watched with much attention.

"My new favourite band is playing here tonight, they're called-" Harry was cut off by a man speaking into a microphone.

"Dance à la Plage, the stage is yours," suddenly the band walked out and the lead singer grabbed the microphone.

"This is 'Hope', enjoy," suddenly they began to play, and amazing music absorbed the pub. People began to stand up and dance, just letting themselves feel the muscle with every limb of their body.

Harry looked over at me with a smile before whispering in my ear, "You want to dance?"

"Of course," I shouted back and pulled him into the crowd of people, letting the music take over me.

NB. I suggest you check out Dance à la Plage, they're a real band and I love their music! Fun fact they played at my school and the lead singer is my old English teacher's son :)

The video is their song 'Hope' :)