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Chapter 24

Louis wakes up at 5am on June 22nd because he's so ready for the day that he can't even wait anylonger. Excited. Happy. Nervous. Sacred. Anxious. All because today is his and Harry's day and Harry won't shut up about it. He's actually has the other boys making digs at it, especially Zayn who winks at Louis every time Paris or anything that start with 'p' pops up.

Him and the boys have been here, in Paris, since the 20th but due to the concerts they had the last two days Harry had to put his and Louis' big romantic day on hold until, well, today.

Louis eyes flutter open and when he sees the light from the sun he smiles at it because it's his friend and he never will complain if it's too bright.

Fourteen years of darkness teaches a couple things.

Louis gets out of bed and travels to the tiny kitchen in Harry's and his hotel room. He starts to make tea, knowing he's not good back to bed, when Harry comes stumbling into the kitchen shirtless with only his boxers. Louis blushes when he sees him.

"What are you doing up?" Harry says with a panicked look in his eyes.

"I couldn't sleep." Louis shrugs.

"No. Go back to bed. You'll run everything." Harry states as he moves around Louis and starts to push his back until Louis walks and finds himself back the their room. "Stay." Harry points at him and closes their door. Louis sighs and sits on their bed as he waits for Harry.

It's not a long wait at all, actually more like ten minutes, and Harry is flinging the door open and grabbing Louis' hand, pulling him back into the kitchen and pushing him into a car. A short stack of chocolate pancakes and a nice cuppa is placed in front of him.

"Enjoy." Harry kisses Louis check as he digs into his own plate.

Louis does enjoy. Harry and him play footsies under the table as they giggle and feed each other food, making a sticky messy that they leave for the maid to clean up.

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Harry and Louis are walking down the streets of Paris, hand in hand and it's perfect because they can do it now that the world knows about them. Yeah it's not like the movies when they play the French music, not at all; actually, it's better than that. Why does one need French music in Paris when the fact that they are in Paris is enough.

Louis' smile doesn't fade at all throughout their day.

Harry and him go to a beautiful restaurant for lunch, sitting outside so they can enjoy the fresh air and love that is Paris offers. Harry goes to pick up a fork that he claimed he dropped under table even though Louis sees it on the table. So when Harry sinks to his knee Louis doesn't question it but just as Harry opens his mouth to talk a waitress spills a jug of water at the table beside them, gaining Louis' attention. Harry sighs as he gets off the ground with a sour expression for a few minutes, Louis notes that he still hasn't got the fork from under the table.

Things go back to normal after that Harry is lovely and happy like Louis is. The only thing that is different is that Harry's hands are sweaty and they are never sweaty. Yeah it's pretty hot out but the breeze that's blowing keeps them cool so Louis wonders what's up with him but he doesn't let it bother him.

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The two lovers walk to the beautiful Luxembourg Gardens and sit and different places admiring the flowers, trees, fountains, families, kids, the sky, the palace but most of all each other.

"I could get used to this." Louis says when they sit down at a bench under a beautiful tree next to some flowers that Harry insists on picking and giving to Louis claiming that they are gorgeous but not as gorgeous as Louis himself, Louis rolls his eyes at him but blushes anyways.