Falling Hard for Louis Tomlinson

Paris. Somewhere I thought I would never go. But just upon my request, Im here.

I stood outside on the terrace of our hotel room, staring at the glowing Eiffel Tower. It was gorgeous. My warm air blew against my face, blowing my hair behind my shoulders. Nothing could be more perfect. This was a dream come true for me.

Louis came out and put his sweatshirt around me. Even though I wasn't the slightest bit cold, I took it anyway. The smell of cologne lingered on it, which reminded me of Louis in every way.

"This is amazing." I whisper.

"Yeah. This view never gets old."

"This is just I dream come true. A month ago, I wouldn't even have thought of coming here. I'd be getting ready for school, working and just hanging out with friends. Never in Paris."

"Well, I wanted to make our final weeks before tour memorable."

"Well, I can tell you now, just being with you is the greatest memory I will ever have."

He smiled.

I couldn't remember a moment when I've been happier. Maybe the feeling hasn't come back since my parents have been gone. It almost felt like there was nothing to live for, but I was extremely wrong.

"You know," Louis says "Paris is the city of love."

"Ive heard. And one of the most romantic things you can do is kiss someone on top of the Eiffel Tower."

"I think I can arrange that."

"Good."

"You know Rachel, tomorrow, Im going to do something you will never forget."

I look up at him and smile. "And what will that be?"

"Im not telling."

"Fine."

I get one last glimpse of the Eiffel Tower before walking back into the hotel room.

Bringing up the idea of school worried me. I knew where I was going, but I was scared about everything. What was I going to do in life? Did I even have any goals? Any dreams to live up to?

I sat on the beautiful light blue comforter on our queen sized matress and pulled out my laptop. Skype came up with a request from Allison.

Not thinking twice, I clicked the accept button and her face popped up. Her blonde hair was up in a ponytail, in Harry's purple Jack Wills hoodie with slight make-up on.

"Hi Rach."

"Hey. I never got the chance to apologize for-"

"Its fine. It wasn't even a big deal anyhow. I freaked out over nothing."

"Dont worry. I'll always forgive you."

"Thanks." She says and smiles.

Louis flops down on the bed and smiles at Allison.

"Where's that loser boyfriend of yours?" he asks.

"Lou. He's not a loser. And he's taking a shower or something."

"Oh."

Louis quickly covers my eyes.

"What the heck?" I ask

"Harry's out of the shower."

I hear Allison gasp. "HARRY EDWARD STYLES!!!!!! PUT SOME DANG CLOTHES ON!"

"But I don't want to!" he objected.

"Im skyping with Rachel and Lou!"

"Lou doesn't care."

"Rachel does!"

"Yeah!!" I say.

"Fine." he says.

Louis uncovers my eyes and I laugh.

"I don't have any comment." I say.

"That was a comment." Louis says.

"God, can that boy ever put some clothes on?" Allison sighs.

"Well he doesn't like them!"

"Lou, it doesn't matter. That's gross." I say.

"IM BACKKK!!!!!" Harry says stampeding down the stair case in sweatpants.

"Oh joy." I say and wink.

"Heyy! That wasn't nice. I thought you loved me."

"Haz, don't even."

"So how's your little party going? If you know what I mean." he says and smiles at Louis.

"Shut up. We have to go. We don't want to spend our vacation looking at you Harry."

He frowns and bursts into laughter.

"See ya later!" I say and shut my laptop.

Louis shifts on the matress and looks at me.

"You know what I've always wanted to do, but have never got the chance to?" he asks.

"I have no clue."

"Go to a bakery. It's Paris."

"Oh awesome! Let's go!"

I got off the bed and changed out of sweatpants into jeans.

We left the hotel room after we got our money. Hand in hand we walked to the elevators, and I hoped no one would really recognize us.

Of course I was wrong. Only one or two fans greeted us along the way, but they left when we arrived a the small bakery. Even before we stepped in, I could smell freshly baked bread, sweet desserts and sugar.

The shop was small, the walls covered in a light pink. Oak tables were scattered around, and all the food was on display.