all my love from paris [ls fanfiction]

4. destiny

"Where are you taking me?" Harry questioned in a suspicious tone, as Louis led him by his hand between small streets and nearly empty sidewalks. After visiting some of the main attractions of the city - that Harry couldn't shut up about, - Louis realized it was almost time for their supper, so he led them both to wherever they were going now. But Harry started to lose track of where they were minutes after they started walking, when they began to walk further away from the city center and started to get lost on a whole new side of the city the younger boy had no clue Louis knew about.

At some point, as the streets got emptier of tourists and souvenirs stores, the whole scenario just seemed too odd for him. "Do you want to take my organs, Louis?" The taller boy asked, not sure whether or not he was being serious. Louis smirked, even though he knew Harry couldn't see it since he was guiding the way in front of him. Still, he decided not to answer. 

They walked in silence - silence being Harry constantly questioning Louis if he intended to use him for organ trafficking purposes and Louis completely ignoring him - for nearly fifteen minutes until they reached a dead-end with some green areas. Louis stopped right in front of a dark building with a small diner on the ground floor. His eyes landed on the few people eating on the inside, looking rather cozy with the warm lights and glass tables. Louis grabbed his phone, quickly informing Mrs. Lucas that they arrived.

"Aw, this is nice." The boy heard Harry say, as he also admired the cute restaurant in front of them.

Louis snorted, as he unexpectantly ringed the bell on the door next to the main entrance, instead of the diner's. When he felt a pair of confused green eyes on him, he glanced back with his raised brow. "You're ready for a true parisian experience?"

Harry timidly nodded, his expression giving in that he had no idea what to expect.

Louis took a minute to stare at the whole height of the building in front of them. It wasn't a New York's building, for sure, but it did have its glory. And because he knew exactly what they were getting into, he sighed and prepared himself to walk up the stairs of the twenty-three floored household.

As the boy pushed the now-open door that led inside, he heard Harry's mumbles - that kept going as they started to climb the wood stairs. "So you are going to take my organs after all." He started. "I knew it. Well, I sort of did this to myself though. Mum always told me not to talk to strangers, let alone follow them to an odd looking building in Paris but I thought I was old enough to make my own decisions-"

"Shhh." Louis interrupted, sensing the mood getting ruined by Harry's constant complaining.

They kept their way up the many, many stairs ahead of them, for at least a few minutes. It was slightly dark, the only lighting being due to the small lamps placed on each floor. There weren't many windows either, and you could tell the building was historical since all the architeture was very classy and old-looking. 

Both of them were already really tired and breathing heavily when they finally reached the metal door Louis was waiting for. As Harry sensed Louis's sudden stop, he uttered ironically. "Oh, you sure we arrived already? Maybe we should wander around, see if we can find some more stairs. 've got a feeling that we'd go right up those as well." Harry complained breathless, leaning forward with his hands resting at his legs, caughting his breath.

"Damn, you're getting sassy." Louis stated with a blink as he proceeded to open the door, his hand stretching in front of him inviting Harry to go first. Styles narrowed his eyes but didn't question, eventually going through.

As soon as they were both outside, Harry was absolutely speechless.

The rooftop of the building was stunning, plants and flowers all over it, slightly resembling a small forest. The few christmas lights hanging from some of the trees lightened up the space, while also giving it a really familiar vibe. It was so cliche, yet so beautiful, Harry didn't know if he should laugh or be impressed.