Louis Tomlinson's Book of Imagines

From Paris With Love

(Author's text: The bold text is the translation of the French words into English.)

#Imagine "He got me good, I got it bad," sings your mezzo-soprano voice to the infectious beat of the Little Mix song playing from your laptop's speakers. Friday nights were meant for fun like going out to a club or heading to a party with friends, yet you were trapped inside like an animal to its cage typing up an English essay. The requirement of five paragraphs hung over your head, your response based around what you thought of today's society. Its prompt gave two options, how you thought society could improve or to explain why you thought it was fine the way it was.

A finger workout for three pages was already stressful enough already, yet another assignment was strapped under your belt that you had to deal with as well. Louis Tomlinson. Your college's world language class had assigned you a foreign exchange student with an envelope full of that person's details and no image to keep the meeting a surprise. It's actually ironic that the project had popped into your brain, since the clock read 5:30pm and that was his scheduled arrival time. His background wasn't too fresh in your mind since you'd only read it over about twice.

The most you remembered was that he hailed from Paris, France and had a love for tea, football and songwriting. The exchange student sounds like he could be decent company at most, also 18 like yourself.

Ding-dong! goes the doorbell, signaling that he was here and so you sigh loudly, already wishing his week-long stay was over. What a dreadful trudge you make to the front door with obvious annoyance, sweet time taken until at last you've undone the locks and opened up. There stands a human Ken doll, a 5'7" teenage boy with milk chocolate hair done up in a pouf covered slightly by his dark blue beret. Eyes so ultramarine every ocean in the world could be put to shame, the cutest little grin is on his face as he holds up a vanilla-coloured wicker basket full of baguettes and souvenirs.

"Bonjour!" greets his beautiful Parisian accent, with a voice as silk as linens that sends your heartbeat absolutely, utterly askew. "Es-tu (Y/N) (Are you (Y/N))?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm (Y/N)." The nerves within you are powerful vines, wrapping around your throat in an savage chokehold that prevents complex speech ability. "And you're Louis?"

Louis nods excitedly and holds out the basket, giving you a better view inside so you can see there's a note with "Love, Louis" written amongst a circle of hearts. "Lis le (Read it)." This boy must not know much English, but it's clear he'd like you to read his letter and so you translate with ease from your four-year French course. "Hello, I'm Louis. I'm very excited to meet you and get to know what America is like. I brought you some things from my native country, if that's okay. I haven't gotten to know you yet, but I'm sure you're just as beautiful as described in my envelope."

You are honestly taken aback, staring up at the giddy boy. "Thank you so much, Louis. That's very sweet of you, do you speak any English at all?"

"Un peu." The skin around his eyes crinkles up in the most adorable way just then, and suddenly you don't want him to ever leave.

"Um, we should go upstairs so I can get you situated. I can carry that, if you want." You go to reach for the basket but he shakes his head and gestures for you to go ahead. Up to the second floor you both travel, him behind you until you're in your bedroom. "You can keep your stuff here in my room for now and unpack later, I'm sure you're tired from the long flight."

Louis nods again, sitting down on the comforter and placing his basket between the both of you when you join him. "Puis-je vous montrer mes cadeaux (Can I show you my gifts)?" To help you better understand him, he points down to its contents and you tell him yes. The first little gift is a mini Eiffel Tower statue, an exact copy with fine detailing in its obsidian metal. "C'est le Tour Eiffel." Down he presses on a little red button so it lights up, watching how your eyes widen with happiness.