all my love from paris [ls fanfiction]

2. bastille

Louis came back after a couple minutes with a smile so big that covered his whole face. "We're all set for 11pm. Which gives us... about three hours to grab something to eat, preventing us from starve until we actually have dinner."

Harry couldn't help but laugh. He had a really cute way of laughing, Louis noticed, with little dimples on both sides.  "Aw. Thanks for setting us a reservation for breakfast." 

"Hey!" Louis protested. "It's very exclusive. You're gonna have the time of your life, I promise."

"Alright." Harry shrugged. "So what do we do now?" He questions, relocating both of his hands to his pockets. He did that quite a lot but never really understood where he got the habit from.

"We're in Paris", Louis said a little too dramatically, before continuing.  "We do whatever we feel like doing."

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They walked for about 20 minutes until Louis decided they had to take the metro. I mean, "it just wouldn't be Paris if we didn't take the metro, right?".

"So, where to?" Harry asked curiously, while following Louis into the escalator that led them underground. This felt a little bit like London, Harry realized.

"Say a number." The other boy replied, out of the blue.

Harry laughed, his brows forrowed. "What?"

"Just say it, Harry."

"Fine, nine."

Louis threw him a smile, getting closer to the wall of the metro where a map with all sorts of colors and shapes showed what seemed to be the lines of the metro of Paris. It looked so complicated and elaborated that Harry couldn't help but wonder if Louis had any idea what he was looking at. The blue eyed boy then pointed his finger at the left corner of the map, as if he was counting something. He did that quite a few times before he stopped at a point where three different colored lines got together. "HA. Bastille station. Sounds like a plan."

Without adding anything else, he grabbed the other boy's hand pulling him inside the already open metro door. They quickly found themselves a place near the window, watching as the subway started to move.

"So, tell me more about you, Jean." He tilted his head at Harry, which made him laugh.

"There's not a lot to know. I'm Harry, I'm eighteen and as you know I'm living in Los Angeles with my uncle but I'm actually from England. I have an elder sister Gem-" but Louis interrupted him before Harry could finish his sentence.

"Yeah, yeah, that's cool and all, but tell me more about you. Who are you, Harry Styles? I mean, everybody can find out your age and country by your Instagram and shit, I need real information here. Like where would you go if you could choose any place in the world to travel to - right now - for free?"

Harry promptly answered. "Sydney."

"Well that was easy." Louis said, curiosity all over his face. "Why?"

Harry quickly looked at his hands and a little blush colored his cheeks. He wondered for a few seconds if he really should answer that or not. So he thought why the hell not and mumbled. "Because I want to visit P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney." His voice changed at this point, turning very quiet and shy.

Louis stopped for a few seconds to think. P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney. He seemed to recognize the address but couldn't place it anywhere. P. Sherman. 42. Wallaby Way.

Suddenly something lit up in his mind.

"Hold on." He said with a growing smile. "Isn't that...?"