Lost Souls

7

They were definitely hardcore dating. They spent most evenings together. Louis invited Harry to his house where they soaked in the hot tub (and had sex) and composed silly songs together about laundry or grocery shopping. They laughed a lot. They got along so well and it felt as of they had known each other forever.

Louis barbecued some meat while Harry sipped on a glass of wine.
"I have to go to Paris next week." Louis said.

"I love Paris." Harry sighed dreamily.

"Yeah? Wanna come with me?" Louis suggested.

"To Paris?" Harry questioned.

"No, to Bangladesh. Yes, Paris." Louis rolled his eyes playfully.

"I wish I could but I can't go for a whole week. Too much work." Harry said.

Louis came over and straddled him and gave him a kiss.
"How about the weekend then? You can fly to Paris on Thursday or Friday and then we'll go home on Sunday. Would that work? My treat of course."

"I can afford my own ticket, Louis." Harry smiled.

Louis pouted.
"But you can pay for the hotel room if you want." Harry added.

"Deal. Wanna go?" Louis asked, sounding hopeful.

"Yeah, I can take a late flight on Thursday." Harry agreed. A weekend in the romantic city of Paris with Louis sounded awesome. Except, they probably couldn't be seen in public? Harry had forgotten about that for a second. Oh well, they would have a great time anyhow. He was sure of it.

"Perfect." Louis grinned. Then he remembered the steaks on the grill.
"Fuck!"

He got off Harry's lap and hurried over to flip the steaks. Harry giggled. They sat out on the patio and are, comparing their favorite parts of Paris. Harry had been there twice, Louis a lot more with One Direction for shows so he hadn't seen that much of the city. When there was a silent moment Harry brought up his previous thoughts.
"So, just to know what to expect, and don't take it as me being disgruntled about it, but will we stay in a hotel, or can we be seen together somewhere?"

Louis immediately looked tensed.
"I mean, we can do private tours, probably eat at a restaurant and yeah, we can go out, as friends, if you know what I mean?"

"So no kissing or holding hands? I think I'll manage." Harry smiled.

"Yeah, and I'm sorry about that. I do wanna hold your hand in public." Louis sighed.

Harry felt for him. He reached out a hand and put it on Louis' hand over the table.
"Some day?"

"Yeah... Can you handle that? If it's too much you have to tell me now because... I like you a lot." Louis said shyly.

Harry looked over Louis' shoulder and burst out laughing.
"Why is that funny?" Louis muttered.

"It's not! I think I can handle it because I like you a lot too. Your mum and sister are here. They're dancing silly. They approve. I'm glad to hear that. Thank you." Harry smiled and looked behind Louis.

Louis turned around.
"Well, it's pretty unfair when I can't see you, guys."

He sounded sad.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you, Louis. Maybe I shouldn't tell you when I see them?" Harry said.

"Don't you dare! I wanna know!" Louis immediately replied.

"Okay. They're gone now." Harry informed him.

"Oh." Louis replied. He looked miserable. Harry got up from his chair and sat down in Louis' lap and hugged him.

His family showing up was sweet but it also put a damper on the evening. Louis was quiet and absent-minded and Harry felt bad. Louis was still grieving and his ability to communicate with the dead didn't help right now. The first the yes, now it was just a sad reminder that they were gone.

On Thursday he managed to catch an afternoon flight to Paris and he was super excited. Louis was doing a photo shoot for some fancy magazine and scouting locations for a future music video. He had called him to tell him that a car would pick him up at the airport and drive him to a hotel. Harry even had a fake name and he got to choose it himself. He decided on James Bond after throwing around different ideas.

He landed in Paris and his suitcase arrived as well. Then he saw a sign with his name on it and stepped up to the driver.
"I'm Mr. Styles."

"Welcome to Paris. This way." The man said and they walked out to the cars.

The driver put his suitcase in the trunk and Harry opened the door to the backseat.
"Hi, how was your flight?"

Harry hurried to get in.
"What are you doing here? I thought you'd be waiting at the hotel." Harry smiled and hugged Louis. He had missed him.

"I wanted to pick you up at the airport." Louis replied.

"I appreciate it." Harry beamed.

The driver took them to a hotel and drove to the back where a staff member met them and handed Harry a key card.
"Welcome Mr. Bond."

"Merci." Harry giggled.

They made their way to the hotel room and Louis opened the door. Harry's eyes grew wide. It was a luxury suite with a living room, bedroom, and a jacuzzi in the bathroom. He stepped out on the balcony and took in a spectacular view of the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

Louis joined him on the balcony.
"Do you like it?"

"Love it." Harry smiled.

Louis pulled him in by the hip and they connected their lips. It got heated quickly and they stumbled into the bedroom and undressed each other.

When they came down from their height Louis ordered room service and they ate in front of the tv before they went to sleep. Louis wrapped his arms around Harry and his even breaths lulled Harry to sleep.