That time Harry woke up in France (One-shot)

That time Harry woke up in France

"Lou, get that! I'm trying to sleep. Lou!" Harry muttered when he woke up from a phone ringing.

The ringing stopped and he sighed in content and nuzzled the pillow just for that damn phone to start ringing again. He pried one eye open.
"Lou! Seriously!"

He was alone in bed. He opened both eyes and quickly closed them again when the morning light made a damn marching band play a beat in his head. He rolled to his back with a deep sigh and rubbed his face. The ringing didn't stop. He opened his eyes again and he didn't recognize the bed. He scratched his head in confusion.

He sat up a little too fast and his head pounded like crazy. He put his hands around it with a grunt.
"Crap!"

He looked around in the room. It seemed a little familiar. Was he in a hotel? Why? What happened last night? Last he remembered he went to the afterparty for the Brits. Where the hell was he?

The phone started to ring for the third time and he looked around, trying to find it. It was laying on the floor underneath the bed. He managed to pick it up and answered.
"Hello?"

"Finally! Where the hell are you? I've been worried sick. You never came home last night! Are you okay?" Louis shouted upset.

Harry had to hold the phone away from his ear.
"I'm so sorry sweetie. I'm in a hotel room."

The line went silent for a moment. Then Louis let out a deep sob.
"Are you cheating on me?"

"What? No! I would never! I love you. No, don't think that for a second. I'm so sorry." Harry answered.

"You had me worried there." Louis said and inhaled deeply to calm down.

"I might have been drunk out of my mind last night but I would never, never, cheat on you. I hope you know that by now?" Harry answered upset.

"Yeah, I know that Haz. I've just been up all night calling everyone I could think of to find you. I'm sorry I accused you of cheating. I love you. So, where are you? I'll come and pick you up." Louis said.

"I'm so sorry I made you worried. Ehm, I don't know!" Harry chuckled.

"Check the room silly. The name of the hotel has to be somewhere." Louis answered, sounding amused.

Harry got out of bed and walked past the window to get to the desk. He gasped in surprise when a very familiar thing in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned his head and stared out the window and he dropped the phone in surprise. He leaned down to pick it up.
"Lou? Still there?"

"Yeah, are you alright?" Louis asked.

"I think I'm in Paris!" Harry said, sounding shocked.

"What?" Louis asked.

"I'm staring at the Eiffel tower. Lou, I'm in Paris. How?" Harry said.

Louis burst out laughing.
"It's not funny, Lou!" Harry whined.

"It's fucking unbelievable. You flew to France for fuck's sake! How? Do you even have your passport? Check your pockets." Louis said.

He was butt naked so he started to look around the room in search of his clothes. They were scattered all over the place. He found his pants and checked the pockets. They were empty. He found his suit jacket and checked that too. He found his credit card but no passport.
"I somehow managed to get on a plane without a passport." He sighed.

"Hopefully you'll get back as well. Find a flight. I fucking miss you." Louis answered.

"I miss you too! Again, so sorry Lou. You must have been going out of your mind." Harry said remorsefully.