Abditory [H.S]

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Idk why but i feel the need to put this even if its not mentioned a lot:

TW: blood.

Luella Jones

"This is what we call a baguette." He takes a bite from his, grinning over his stupid jokes.

"I know what a baguette is, Styles." I shake my head at him, chuckling as he keeps informing me about stuff I already know about.

Earlier, he started pointing at shops, naming each of them even though we can clearly see what they're about from the outside.

He's a literal child.

We're currently sitting at a bakery, having what Harry called a 'french breakfast', which is a collection of a bunch of baguettes with tea.

"What do you think tour guides do then?" He questions.

"I don't know, talk about the culture maybe?" I state the known.

Harry continues to drink his tea while I enjoy the baguette, watching him lay back in his chair.

"Well..." He starts, knowing this is going to take long.

"I know a little bit." He states.

"Hit me with it." I shrug, wanting to hear about this.

"Okay then, Paris is the center of everything- fashion, art, cuisine, architecture... whatever you could think of. Actually, the word 'culture' comes from France." He takes a sip mid-talking, spilling all his knowledge out in front of me. "I mean, if you think about it clearly, Paris is mostly known for its monuments. The Eiffel Tower, The Louvre Museum, Seine River...there's even a Paris Sewer Museum, it's really all crazy."

I keep listening, hearing him talk enthusiastically about everything he's seen.

"...Paris is literally a bread and pastry lover's dream come true. We should definitely try out the macarons here, you'll love it. Gemma once tried them here and now she begs me to ship her a few when I come to stay here." The sudden name catches my attention even more, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

"Who's Gemma." I take a sip out of my tea.

"What?" He asks, lost.

"You said Gemma once tried them, who's Gemma?"

He suddenly gets silent, as if uncomfortable his whole body tenses, swallowing he sits up in his seat with his hands on the table.

He just shakes his head at me, continuing to finish his baguette.

I tilt my head to the left, still waiting for him to answer or at least talk about something else, instead, he just drinks his tea in awkwardness.

"Okay." I flop my lips together to make a 'pop' sound, leaning back in my seat.

Did I cross some boundaries? In my defence he did mention them first, so it's not really my fault.

"Do you wanna go see the Eiffel Tower now?" He breaks the silence, getting up.

I nod at him, smiling on the inside in excitment over seeing it for the first time, quickly pulling my purse off the table and going to walk first.

Harry follows along shortly after, his body appearing beside me as we both wander off the Paris streets.

His hand brushes over mine slightly every while, making me swallow at the contact before he finally shoves it into his pocket pants.

After five minutes of walking, my eyes are met with a pretty big garden, reading a sign that says "The Trocadero Garden" .