Paris Changed Us - Larry Stylinson

Chapter 5

Chapter Notes

Apologies if typos are present.
This chapter shows them getting to their hotel rooms. Next one will be longer and more detailed :)

Harry awoke with one loud, sharp snore as Kendall shook him awake, urging him to pull off his headphones in a startled manner, to hear laughter from the classmates sat nearby on the landed plane due to his outburst.

"W-Wha-"

"We're here, honey! Don't act so confused!" Kendall giggled, soothingly stroking his forearm. "We're in Paris. We landed a couple of minutes ago."

Harry whined out a long groan of exhaustion, wanting nothing more than to sink back into the semi-comfortable airplane chair and get lost in sleep again. Passengers practically fought their way into the central aisle with their travel hand luggage, filing off the plane, and Harry felt as though his legs could give way beneath him. It looked as though Louis had been sleeping again too, which was very sweet. But Harry looked away quickly once he remembered how awkward things were, with the Facebook messages and so on.

Mr Grant, as well as a small crusade of other English teachers who had come along, waited for their class to gather with their travel bags.

"Okay, so once we've all picked up our suitcases, we will be travelling via the famous Metro to our hotel." Mr Grant excitedly announced, over the hum of conversation from the students. He took a quick register call, making sure everybody was present, before they moved on. "Please follow me, stay together, please."

The process of waiting for their suitcases to roll around on the conveyor belt was a long one. Celebrations from students once theirs came around, gradually filtering away to stand with those who had retrieved theirs, until just Harry and a couple of girls stood waiting. Harry's seemed to be taking forever, with all his friends already stood aside with theirs, and he could hear them laughing at him from where he was leaning impatiently on one hip, eyes trained on the little, black curtain that the suitcases came through. The two girls stood with him were struck lucky when their bags came around, shyly smiling at Harry as they scooped up their suitcases and walked to join the others (with a scathing glare from Kendall, who seemed to think no other girls could even look at Harry.)

After another minute, Harry turned to his classmates and dramatically shrugged with a lopsided smile, gaining a wave of laughter.

"Maybe they dropped my suitcase off the plane mid-flight." He called to them, and he saw Louis laugh. He saw it, yet Louis tried to mask it by bowing his head slightly. Harry wanted to smirk at that but he concentrated on looking for his bag, which took another couple of minutes to come around, earning a cheer from his classmates.

It was a shame - he had sort of liked the attention on him for a while.

The ride on the Metro was a gruelling, dragged out fifty-minute period of sweaty bodies cramped together, occasionally close to toppling over whenever the train stopped abruptly. Harry, for some odd reason, had tried and failed to get somewhere close to Louis during the journey, and instead ended up with Kendall pressed rather intimately against his front half. He wasn't complaining still.

They all piled off the train when they reached the ' Palais Royal Musee du Louvre' station, once again grouping together in the busy station without getting in anybody's way. Harry was still dying to know who he'd be sharing a room with, and at which hotel. And according to the nearby conversations of other students, so were they.

"Now." Mr Grant began, gaining everybody's attention. "We are going to be staying at the beautiful Grand Hôtel du Palais Royal hotel. Quite the mouthful, but it is incredibly five stars and we managed to pull some strings and get a week here for everybody!"