Behind the Cameras

The Paris Interview

February 2012- Paris

Louis was grinning as they went down the elevator. Harry was biting his lip.

"You okay?" Louis asked him. Harry nodded briskly.

Louis wasn't going to let him ruin his mood right now. They'd talk later. They'd fuck later too, probably. They were in Paris after all, the most romantic city in the world, on Valentine's Day, the most romantic day of the year.

Louis felt brilliant. They had just had an interview, the two of them, and it had been so fun. Harry was looking at him out of the corner of his eye every other moment, and Louis was so, so in love. He didn't know if it was possible for someone to watch the interview after it aired and not see that.

They might be banned from doing any more interviews with just them too, but oh fucking well. For now, Louis felt great.

They came out of the elevator into a lobby, and the guard took them outside into the brisk air of February. It was pretty cold. He pulled them into a car luckily, where the heater was on full blast.

Zayn was already in the car, and asked how the interview had gone. "So amazing," Louis said. "Right, Haz?" He turned to Harry.

"It was great," Harry said quickly. Louis could tell he was lying, but then Zayn asked him about something else, and they started chatting. Harry was silent as he leaned his cheek against the cold car window.

They picked up Niall and Liam for their last promo thing of the day. They were all laughing, tugging on their coats, and smiling through red cheeks in the frostbitten air. It was days like these that Louis loved his job. He was with three of his best friends and Harry, meeting sweet French fans, and eating chocolate candy hearts that Paul had nicely bought for everyone. With Zayn's credit card, probably. But still.

Harry had turned eighteen exactly two weeks ago, and Louis still felt like they hadn't properly celebrated. Louis had better plans for tonight.

He had gotten Zayn, the only one who wouldn't blabber, to distract Harry in the mall so that he could buy things. He bought a bunch of flowers, lights, and a long piece of velvet fabric he decided he would roll out onto the floor to look like a red carpet. They had a nice balcony in their hotel room which you could see the Eiffel Tower from.

He took his bags and shoved them to Paul, who had rolled his eyes but taken them and hidden them in the car for when Louis needed them later.

They had eaten dinner at a fancy French restaurant where Louis felt quite underdressed in his red sweater. Luckily, the other boys were too. He sat next to Harry and kept pressing his thumb into Harry's hip bone, and Harry kept giggling and shying away. Finally, Niall, who had been drinking, snapped at him to stop touching up Harry under the table.

Louis had wanted to do the Lady and the Tramp thing with Harry, but no one ended up ordering spaghetti, and he couldn't kiss him in an open restaurant.

They got back to the hotel around eight, which was earlier than usual. Zayn distracted Harry with the hotel hot tub and the idea of skinny dipping. Louis grabbed the bags from the car after they left, and got to work on his plan. Liam saw him and asked what he was doing. Louis sighed and told him of his set up plan.

Liam decided he'd help set it up if Louis promised to buy him his coffee tomorrow, and Louis shrugged and promised him.

"Am I setting up for you to just sleep with Harry?" Liam asked at one point, and Louis said yeah, probably. Liam left after that, mumbling about how he had ended up in a fucking boyband with two twinks, and Louis brushed it off beacuse Liam had been drinking too.