The moon shines

Just like her beauty

but never near enough as bright as her love.

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The scintillating brightness of the sun shines through the crack of the curtains, he turns in his bed a soft groan releasing through his parted lips shifting his body entirely to cover himself from the blinding light. Days always begin like this for Harry, where he has little to no effort to get out of bed but has to then pull himself up when he hears his mate crashing about fixing up breakfast.

Moving to Paris was the best decision he ever made starting anew, a fresh mind and a fresh set of people to observe. His poetry has gotten exquisitely better since moving here away from all the possible distractions back home in England.

The city of love, where ideas flourish and relationships prosper.

Pushing back the duvet he pulls himself up straight on the bed legs dangling off the side as he runs his hands through his messy curly hair. Tired eyes slowly awakening, stretching his arms and legs he lets out a relaxed groan and then stands up blinking his eyes to get used to the vivid lighting. Taking in a deep breath he walks to his window and pulls back the curtains eyes squinting as as the beaming intense light of the sun flashes through his bedroom.

His eyes glimmer flawlessly in the light of the morning sun like a natural sheen of nature. The almost golden like specks in his eyes enhance once the pure light of the sun beams its strength upon his angelic features. He smiles at the sight before him, somehow the streets are all quiet a sound peaking its way out here and there. The sunlight becoming a new almost inspiration for him this morning as he turns around and walks out his room towards the bathroom.

The turning on the tap and the shooting out of water awakens him entirely as he cups the luke warm water in his hands and splashes it across his face rubbing the water in. He slowly starts to undress after turning on the shower letting the water heat up to a respectable temperature, not too cold but not too warm just right for him to wake up in.

He likes mornings, something about starting with a brand-new plate each day, new intentions all good hopefully, new designs and ideas it excites him as each day brings something exhilarating to him.

Once undressed he stands under the water the rushing force of it spilling all over his body, relaxing his morning muscles and soothing him. Running his fingers through his wet hair he looks down watching the water spiral and then disappear down the drain. Grabbing the shampoo he squeezes it into his hand the substance feeling funny against his tingling skin. Dropping the bottle down on the floor he rubs the shampoo through his hair massaging it in and making sure each strand is covered.

"Mate, hurry up I need to meet Danica this morning." The loud voice of his friend ushers through his door, the water drowning out some of his words but Harry is able to understand most of it.

Louis William Tomlinson a rather intelligent and funny man. He is a writer an aspiring writer who even though he won't admit it has some spectacular pieces of writing. It's funny a poet and a writer sharing an apartment, two different personalities although the world decides to compare and state that they are the same which they are a little but mostly quite different.

The writer, can be messy, very forgetful due to too many glorious ideas striking in their minds, they can be extremely passionate about just about everything and anything and are night owls never being able to go to sleep as they just can't seem to shut of their minds.

The poet, quiet, visual mind, head completely filled with ideas and more entering, never being able to find the right words to express the right feelings and wishing upon every small detail.

So overall the writer and the poet are two different and independent personalities.

"I'll be about quick." Harry shouts back the sound of feet pattering away informs Harry that Louis has returned back to what he was doing before.

Stepping out of the shower he grabs the towel and wraps it around the lower part of his body grabbing the toothbrush and toothpaste he brushes his teeth staring at his reflection in the condensation filled mirror, the heated water droplets rolling down his chest. Finishing off in the bathroom he places a new towel on the stand and then races back to his room.

"Louis the bathroom is free." He calls out in a shout to his friend. Entering his room he walks to his wardrobe and grabs his clothes for today.

Quite a nice clothing selection, he decides to wear a beige colored jumper with some flared pants. Letting his hair air-dry he wanders his way to the kitchen where a nice hot cup of ready-made tea is waiting for him silently reminding himself to thank Louis for the kind gesture.

Moments pass and Louis re-appears dressing nicely with a huge smile on his face. Harry sitting on one of the breakfast bar chairs.

"What has got you all giddy this morning?" Harry cheekily inquires whilst taking a sip of his tea, "Thanks for the tea by the way." Harry rushes out to which his friend nods.

"Danica." He whispers breathlessly. Harry chuckles at Louis response, he seems to star gazed.

Danica the French woman he met a few months ago when he and Harry moved to Paris, she was working at a pastry shop. Danica's own pastry shop. One day Harry and Louis decided to stop there and try some delicious French pastry when Louis bumped into Danica and ever since then the writer in him has been utterly obsessed and star-gazed with her, the mere mention of her name has him jumping in delight. She is a beautiful woman with fair skin and bright blonde hair, brown eyes almost caramel like which Louis does not stop going on and on about.

"She really has you enchanted doesn't she?" Harry chuckles as he stands up and places the finished cup of sweetened tea in the sink.

"She has a name, Danica is amazing Harry she's kind, funny, pr-"

"Alright alright, I get it Mr. Loverman." Harry nudges Louis slightly in a teasing manner.

"Oh I don't know Harry, maybe you should get out there." Louis suggests with raised eyebrows.

"Maybe, it is a possibility." Harry nonchalantly replies as he grabs a packet of delectable biscuits and makes his way towards the balcony with the pretty desk and chair. He likes to work there, seeing the Eiffel tower in the distance the shining sun and the laughs of the people below him always amplifies the ideas meandering in that skilled mind of his.

"You said that before Harry." Louis shouts behind him with a tumultuous laugh. Harry shakes his head and grabs his neat notebook and pen, typewriter and takes a seat on the chair staring out at the beautiful calming sight before him.

Maybe one day he will meet someone, just not right now.

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Mornings for Athena are rather different than Harry's. They are loud and can be quite eventful. As of this morning she had to be figuratively dragged out of bed as she didn't feel up to waking up. Her father is a busy man working as a financial manager for one of the rising companies he is rarely home.

Athena Lily Adair is the daughter of her father Oliver Davis and her mother Acacia Adair unfortunately both parents are divorced. As of right now she lives and studies in London, taking a fashion course at London's University of Arts. Her taken interest in Fashion has blossomed from her Mother who is a well known established fashion designer of Adair Designs.

Her mother resides in Paris, she says inspiration is never far off in the city of love. As summer approaches the days that twenty-one year old Athena has been counting are narrowing and the excitement bubbling in the pit of her stomach is widening, increasing as she feels nothing but elation.

Her mother has invited her personally to visit Paris to not only visit herself but to see the magic that happens in fashion and the wonder that occurs when the designs are put together. To first handedly sit front-row at fashion shows and to maybe travel to other places.

Wherever you go there is a most assuredly a sliver of creativity in any form of art.

"Athena is your suitcase packed, you have to be at the airport early tomorrow morning." The sound of Athena's aunt echoes through the house causing her to jump from her bed hastily rushing around her room grabbing her suitcases and messily throwing in her most essential pieces of clothing, she needs to leave room for shopping. Paris does have some really extraordinary clothing pieces.

Maybe fantasizing about running away with a prince is not what she should be doing.

"Yes aunt Laila it is all perfectly done." She shouts back breathlessly as she grabs some clothes and races to the bathroom, the cool wooden floor contrasts against her warm skin.

"Hurry, breakfast is getting cold." Is the last thing heard before the water spurts out and splashes all over her tense body no matter how much excitement is effervescing in her body the nerves and anxiousness she is feeling from the thought of meeting her mother again, after not seeing her since she was fifteen, takes control and she re-thinks the idea of going to Paris.

Shaking her head with a scoff she breathes in and washes herself, ridding her mind of all silly thoughts.

Stomping down the stairs she enters the kitchen dress in her beige colored jeans and white crop-top the strap of her bag sitting on her shoulders as she happily enters seeing her friend Lola sat on the chair munching away on a heavenly looking pancake. Grabbing a plate she puts two pancakes on it and seats herself opposite of her gorgeous friend.

"I'm not talking to you." She turns her head to the side with a frown.

"And why is that?" Athena inquires biting into her pancake.

"I can't believe you're leaving me to go to Paris, let me remind you without me." Lola looks to her with widened eyes and annoyance set on her features.

Lola Peyton Beck, a gorgeous girl who has huge aspirations to become a makeup-artist in the fashion industry which believe it or not is a vigorous industry to break way into.

"You do remember what I told you." Athena quizzes with a giggle as she stands up and walks over to pour herself a glass of orange juice.

"No." She answers with boredom.

"Lola I told you once I get that I'll convince my mother to invite you, now hush you'll be away from me for three whole weeks how are you going to handle that?" Athena informs her with a dramatic tone.

"I will be fine you nuisance." Lola responds with sass causing Athena to gasp and smack the back of her friends head, taking a seat and instantly indulging into a conversation.

The never ending feeling of eagerness and excitement building up like tiny butterflies in the pit of her stomach only increases with the minimal thought of Paris.

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Authors Note: Hiya, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter I am sorry that it is short but this was only me introducing both characters to you readers. I have not decided if this book is going to be a short story or a long one yet. Anyways I hope you liked this and will give this book a chance. I love you all.

-S