all my love from paris [ls fanfiction]

1. welcome to paris

Harry was standing in the middle of the big fancy airport he just landed at, his eyes never stopping the search for the blue-eyed boy he was supposed to meet. Louis' seat was at the last row of the plane, which made him the first to leave. And because he decided it wasn't worth it to wait for Harry at the exit, it caused the boy to be as lost as was at that moment, not being able to locate Louis between the many people coming from different flights - all of them arriving on that same platform.

He had absolutely no way of contacting Louis as he never had the brilliant idea of asking him for his phone number and let's just be straight forward with this, Louis wasn't exactly the tallest person to ever exist. And that didn't make him exactly easy to track either. So there he was, wandering around Paris' airport with his Mickey Mouse's suitcase and yellow sunglasses.

When they first landed, Harry took a few minutes to admire the whole airport scenario, not being able to ignore the beauty of it. Although he was scared of flying, he always loved airports. The big windows through which he could see the other airplanes taking off, the small coffee shops and cute stores with all those happy tourists inside them, the excessive amounts of people walking around with their suitcases, some of them looking really busy and serious. It was a completely whole different vibe and it made him absolutely happy.

Harry doesn't know how long has passed since they arrived and he started looking for Louis. It felt like ages. Maybe Louis left. Maybe Harry was being naive and the other boy was just joking about the whole Paris thing. I mean who would invite a complete stranger to spend the night at the city with him? They barely knew each other, and the circumstances in which they met weren't exactly ideal. What was he thinking?

He was almost giving up, getting his mind set to board on the next flight to England, when something odd was heard through the speakers, only realizing what it was saying almost mid-through the phrase.

"... a lost kid, his name is Harry Styles and he was with his dad in the flight number 452 - Los Angeles to Paris. If anyone knows this kid please report it to the information balcony. Harry, if you're listening to this, your dad is here with us. He's really worried and asked you to meet him at the Starbucks near the east bathrooms. Thank you all so much for your attention and enjoy your stay here in Paris."

Harry wasn't able to contain a very loud laugh, causing a few people to look at him weirdly.

What the hell Louis.

With the small smile never leaving his face, Harry approached a security guard nearby

"Hum, excuse me? Er... Can you please tell me where the east bathroom is at?" He was trying his best to look serious. He couldn't believe Louis made him go through that.

After what looked like an entire minute of uncomfortable silence between them and an odd expression on the security guards' face - which confirmed to Harry that the man did listen to the announcement that was just heard, forcing him to hold his laughter even more - the slightly old man gave him instructions to the other side of the airport. No doubt Harry wasn't able to locate Louis, he was at the other side of the airport.

He walked for almost ten minutes, looking at all the different shops and stores while he passed them, until he glimpsed a short figure right next to the Starbucks sign. Louis' smile was seen from the far. And Harry decided it was the perfect opportunity to make Louis feel every bit as embarrassed as he felt while talking to that security guard. And he wouldn't miss this chance for anything.

"DAD!" Harry shouted loudly as soon as he was within earshot of the other boy. It caused a lot of people to peek back, odd expressions all over their faces. Louis felt his cheeks heating up. He laughed and decided to get into the joke. It can't get worse than this, right? He thought while opening his arms for the other boy to hug him. By the corner of his eye Harry could see even more people, some of them whispering and staring at them. He decided he couldn't care less as he ran straight his arms in a childish way, both of them laughing.