Boundless •L.S•

The Trip To Paris|33

The soft breeze of the spring nearing is, softly dancing among the room in a waltz, the white curtain that seems to compliment the hotel room so perfectly, is being blown softly revealing a little bit of the balcony.

A record is being played on a record player, a soft tune of jazz, barely audible from the living room but that seems to be just perfect to wake up to, even though the door to the balcony is open the blankets seem to offer enough warmth, and yet something is missing.

Louis refuses to open his eyes, everything is happening way too smoothly he, couldn't, because if he does then maybe he would have to deal with the reality that this could be a dream and he refuses to believe that, he doesn't want to so the best solution to this, just like everything else is, of course, denial.

He decides that he can stay there just a little bit longer as if to linger on the events of last night or the night before that or just the whole day, he wouldn't mind having to wake up to this exact setting, well, all his life. He hugs the pillow tighter to himself, this can't happen everyday so just like always this too will have to end, eventually so he can't just lay down, not when he opens his eyes he is met with the sight before him.

The wind blowing makes the curtain reveal the balcony just perfectly for louis to see harry, resting his arms on the railing of the balcony, sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, in a loose white shirt that fits exquisitely with the current setting, his hair that have gotten admittedly longer nare being blown a little bit by the wind and, louis can just say that harry must be what makes this and all the other mornings so pleasant.

He seems to make everything in Louis' eyes more pleasant, and nothing could possibly make Louis think otherwise. He smiles softly at the thought, getting up and slowly approaching the beauty before him.

He wraps his arms around Harry's waist, resting his forehead between Harry's shoulder blades where he leaves a chaste kiss.

"We leave soon..." Louis mumbles softly.

"In two days, yes we do." Harry nods, and Louis tightens his arms around the younger boy.

"I really don't want to." Harry hums at that, "I haven't gotten enough yet."

"Darling, enough doesn't exist. You should know that." Louis' stomach flutters, and he feels soft and mushy. As if he is about to melt, just from a simple word that manages to roll out of Harry's mouth, sweet like honey.

"Then i shall, go and make that possible, hm?" Harry chuckled, voice velvety.

"How so?" Harry turns around still in Louis' arms, and the older man looks at him in his green eyes raising an eyebrow at Harry's doubtful expression, a small smile plastered on his face making one of his dimples pop.

"Are you doubting me, Styles?" Louis scoffs, and Harry replies.

"Merely."

"You should know that I'm boundless. If I want to do something, I will do it no matter what, no limits." Harry's smile widens, his arms snaking around Louis, resting them on his shoulder.

"Love that."

"Do you know?" Louis muses, as his lips ghost over harrys, that should be the only place they must rightfully stay, louis decides as he kisses Harry, leading him back in the room.

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Tangled limbs between the folded sheets, bodies moving in rhythmic harmony, and tracing paths of pleasure and yearning with every touch and sigh.

Whispered breathes shared as if not to reveal any secret of their longing of their burning desires, that dancing in a delicate ballet of sensation.

Louis hands hover in such a delicate way as if touching a sacred sculpture, each curve and dip sculpted into perfection.