*Harry's POV*
"You have the itinerary right?" Louis asks when the car starts to moving. He's worried that I haven't planned this whole shit out but I have. The hours I spent organizing how all this shit is supposed to happen wasn't just to waste time.
"Yeah I do. Just leave it all to me, I have everything settled. No worries." I assure him. I don't want him to think that things will go wrong, they won't.
"I'll take your word for it. Anyway, what kind of rich family did you make the reservations with?" He's clueless, completely clueless. The look on his face when he sees the place will be priceless.
"Dunno."
On our way to the famous, fancy hotel I reserved, Louis was to busy looking out the car window to even pay attention to where we were going. As we approach the hotel we soon find out that the famous Eiffel Tower is located only a few miles away from it, what a view.
"Why are we at a hotel?" Louis looks up at the tall building right in front of him. He didn't realize it was a hotel until he finally stepped out of the car and stopped admiring the twinkly lights of the city.
"Surprise." He turns around, eyes widened, and lips parted in amazement. Priceless. He doesn't hesitate to jump into my arms as a thank you for the kind gesture. What else did he expect?
"Did you really expect me to be separated from you in this city to be with a French family who you'd probably be miserable with?" He lets go of me, stopping the tippy toeing on his feet to reach me.
"Should've known better, darn." He teases. I take his hand and lead him inside the building. We see the last at the front desk on the phone, we walk over to her and wait for her to finally get off the phone. This is where I put the French that I've learned to the test to impress the socks off of Louis, even if it's only two words.
"Louis Tomlinson et Harry Styles s'il vous plait." Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles please. The lady at the counter gives us both warm smiles when she sees that we're holding hands, at least people aren't as judge-mental here as they are back home. I'm liking Paris already. She hands us the keys telling us what floor our room is at. The key in my hand has the number of the room, 90. The front desk lady said it was on the ninth floor, not too high up. High enough to get a good view of the city streets and panorama, not too high to have to wait in the elevator longer than we should.
"Trying to impress me with your lack of French aren't you Harry?" Louis mocks next to me as we walk to the elevator, the man behind us following with a cart that contains our bags.
"Caught." I admit. The elevator doors open right when he's about to speak, instead of continuing and making it awkward for the man with our bags, we both stay quiet until we get to our room.
"Ready?" I make sure he's ready to witness whatever is inside, he's expecting a luxurious room but not a suite.
"Ready." I place the key in the key hole, old style no fancy card slides here, and open the door dramatically slow creating momentum. I don't bother looking inside, I'd rather witness another one of Louis' priceless facial expressions. He walks inside the room along with the man that carries our bags, laying the bags down on the floor and leaving. Soon after he leaves I close the door behind him, I turn back around to find Louis staring intently out the glass windows, taking in the view of the city at night.
"Breath taking isn't it?" I whisper behind his ear, leaning down on him. I wrap my arms around his waist, something out of the movies or some shit 'cause this was really unlike me. Maybe it was the city, the city was bringing out this softer side of me, Louis in general was bringing it out. And I was liking it.
"Yeah." It takes him a minute to answer.
"Come on." I pull him to the bed where the bed. "You should get some rest, we do have to get up early tomorrow morning if you don't recall. I have everything planned remember?" He sighs and nods his head, slipping out of his clothes. It's nearly one in the morning and we're still away while the whole city sleeps.
I stride over to the door, locking it just to make sure no one comes inside. Wouldn't want a random dude walking in on two guys sleeping together and disrupting our sleep.
Withing seconds me and Louis are both in bed, our bodies only covered by the thin fabric on our lower body parts. The temptation to touch him and make him feel good is growing but I can't, not now. I promised myself that I wasn't going to be the one to enjoy this trip, he was. If that meant letting him live his fantasy whether it be tomorrow or the next day, then so be it.
"Does this make you happy?" I ask in a whisper. Louis rests his head on my chests the way he would back home, the way he always does. There's something about him, something about how he rests his head on my chest. I can't describe what it is exactly but it feels good, no, it feels right.
"No." What? My heart drops at his words. I try not to move around and stay calm. His head remains in my chest. "No amount of money or fancy hotels makes me happy." Is he serious? "We could be in the shittiest of a place here in Paris and I'd be happy."
"Why the shittest?" I blurt out.
"I'd be here with you wouldn't I?" He raises his head to look up at me.
"Erm, yeah I guess."
"Exactly my point. It's not about how you spend your time, but with who." Cheesiest shit ever but I'll admit I like the meaning behind it.
"You've been reading too many love books Louis." I tease him. The book he lend me to read hasn't been opened by me, not once. I keep telling and reminding myself that I will but I never seem to have the time for it. Maybe I do, I just get lazy.
"Too many is an understatement, I literally live for those books." His small chuckle sends vibrations from his body to mine.
The room goes silent. No noises, only the harmonizing sound of each breath we take at the same time.
"Who would've thought." I say, breaking the silence barrier.
"Thought what?" Louis' head still lays on top of my chest, this time his arm is clinging to me across my stomach.
"Us." He doesn't say anything. "No one would've seen it coming. I remember the first day you came to school. Having to save your ass from getting beat by Zayn was our first encounter remember?" Images of that day pop into mind.
"I remember." Is the only thing he replies.
"Now that I think of it, there was no actual reason for you to keep quiet about the whole thing. Chicks would've dug me if they found out that the mysterious bad boy saved the new kids ass."
"But you would've ignored them right?"
"Right." I reassure him before continuing. "This is all so fucked up."
"Looking back at how we started off in school?" He asks.
"No, how it all happened." The negative memories flash into my head. The time I kissed him and called him by Sam. How he ran away from me, god that's the worst. Seeing him run away from me helplessly in desperation was heart breaking and still is to this day. If I could take it back I would. "It was all just fucked up. You went through the trouble of committing yourself into a fake relationship just to force my feelings out at you. I'm not saying that was bad because it wasn't. I was selfish and not wanting to express how I felt about you. Guess I was in denial." I admit.
"Look at the positives." He quickly states. My brain shuffles through passed occurrences from when we were still 'strangers', not complete strangers since we knew about each other when we were kids.
"Like that time you called yourself gay and not desperate simply because I told you that you were flattering yourself with thinking that I'd like you?" I can't contain my laughter, bursting out in a laugh.
"Oh god!" He covers his face with his hand, obvious sign of embarrassment. "You have to admit it was clever."
"Very." I agree.
"I'll admit that I was desperate, desperate and gay."
"Desperate for me or for 'd'." I tease. It takes him a second to realize what I just said.
"Oh my god!" He shrieks, moving away and laying his head on the pillow.
"Joking!" I say, pulling him back onto me. "The good thing now is that we're together, even after the bullshit. If someone would've told me that I'd be in Paris with you, in a bed, laying down with your head on my chest, and being in love with you months back, I wouldn't have believed it. I even remember telling you how nothing would ever happen between us, look at us now." I never really thought I'd have a future with Louis. A future as in a relationship later on.
"I would have." He says. No he wouldn't have. "You know why?"
"Why?"
"Because if you didn't sweep me off my feet, I would've swept you off yours eventually." He's being cocky now. I like that.
"You're an idiot." I joke around.
"I'm an idiot that you love and treasure." I can feel him smiling against the bare skin on my torso.
"Very true. What about me? How will you treasure me?"
"You'll always be in my heart. How about that?" He asks.
"Love it."
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