Locker 17

Chapter 90

*Louis' POV*

Last night was wonderful, cheesy, corny, and wonderful. The first night in Paris couldn't have been better. Maybe it could've but I won't complain. Harry really did go all out for this trip. Paying for an extra week plus having reservations in this place for two weeks, there's got to be something behind it. My stomach turns at the thought that it might be something negative but my heart flutters when I think about being a positive thing.

"Morning Harry." I say, hovering over him on the bed. During the time he was asleep for the past hour, I got up early to get ready. Adrenaline is pumping, excitement to see what new world we'll explore today. I had to find a way to drain the adrenaline somehow, picking out Harry's outfit, taking a shower, and getting ready was the way to do so.

"It's morning already?" He groans in his deep, raspy morning voice. I could never grow tired of hearing the sound of it. I've grown so fond of it from the many mornings we've woken up with each other.

"No, the sun is just up super early." I'm being sarcastic now, nothing better than to wake him up with a laugh.

"Lay here with me." He commands, his eyes still screw shut. He's still half-a-sleep, not wanting to wake up at a scheduled time is so typical of him.

"Harry." I press. "We're going to be late, if you want then maybe tomorrow we can skip the tour just not today. Understood?" I sound like my mum when she wakes me up in the morning. Mum. I said I'd call her as soon as I got here, fuck. I rush to the bags that are on the floor, searching for my phone in between all the pockets.

"What are you doing?" He asks, finally standing up. His boxers are hanging dangerously low, distracting me.

"Looking for my phone to call my mum." He raises his brows and rubs his face with his hands. Hopefully is fully awake now. He grabs the clothes I laid out for him on the bed and head on into the bathroom to take a shower I suppose.

After digging through my bags, I finally find my phone. It's not where I originally placed it. I could've sworn I put it in the small pocket, but it wasn't there. Instead it was inside the bigger pocket inside the bag. The first thing that pops into mind is that maybe Harry grabbed it? Considering that I fell asleep before him like always. Although there's no reason why he would've wanted to or why he would?

Two missed calls from mum appear on the bright screen when I press on the little button at the bottom of it. I slide my finger across the missed calls sign, calling my mum.

"I was worried sick about you Louis!" She yells into the phone. The two missed calls really show how "worried" she was for me. I roll my eyes, standing up off the floor and waling over to the bed.

"Well you shouldn't be. I simply forgot to call you, I was tired and I didn't have time okay?" Gosh why does she have to be so pissy about these things? I haven't done anything to her, she's been so moody for no reason.

"Promise you'll call when you can?" She pleas.

"Promise. I have to go now, bye." And I clicked before she could. Right when I did a small box popped out on the screen, a reminder?

Harry's Birthday Tomorrow

Birthday? I look around the room, confused. I feel like such dick for not knowing when his birthday was, but if I didn't put the reminder on my phone then Harry did. Oh my god. Reality strikes. Harry was the one to grab my phone, he grabbed my phone to set the reminder. He was probably trying to find out what I had planned by looking at my texts, notes, something! How could I not remember? As kids me and Harry would always look forward to the date because they gave free ice-cream at the corner store by my house on that day, just because it was his birthday. Fuck.