Larry Stylinson One Shots

Love In The City Of Lights

Word Count: 3156

Harry had always dreamed of visiting Paris. The allure of the city—the art, the architecture, the romance—had been a constant whisper in his heart. So, when his best friend Niall suggested a summer trip to the City of Lights, Harry jumped at the opportunity. What he didn't anticipate was that the trip would change everything about his life, especially when it came to his feelings for Louis.

Louis Tomlinson had been Harry's best friend for as long as he could remember. Their friendship was a whirlwind of laughter, shared secrets, and occasional arguments over trivial things like who made the best coffee or which band had the most talented members. But in recent months, things had shifted. Harry found himself looking at Louis differently—his playful smirk, the way his eyes sparkled with mischief, and the warmth of his presence made Harry's heart race in a way that friendship alone had never ignited.

The moment they stepped off the train at Gare du Nord, the excitement was palpable. Harry's eyes widened at the intricate architecture of the station, and he couldn't help but grin like a child. "We're really here!" he exclaimed, turning to Louis, who was equally captivated by the scene before them.

"Welcome to Paris, mate!" Louis replied, clapping Harry on the back. "Let's make this trip unforgettable."

They navigated their way through the bustling streets, the aroma of fresh croissants wafting through the air. The sun cast a golden hue over the buildings, making everything seem more magical. They checked into a charming little hotel nestled in Montmartre, its walls adorned with vibrant murals and ivy creeping up the sides.

After unpacking, they decided to explore the neighborhood. As they wandered through cobblestone streets lined with cafés and boutiques, Harry felt a rush of happiness. "Look at that!" he said, pointing to a quaint café with red-checkered tablecloths and blooming flowers adorning the window boxes.

"Let's stop for a coffee!" Louis suggested, already moving toward the entrance.

Inside, the atmosphere was cozy. The barista greeted them with a warm smile, and soon they were seated at a table by the window, sipping on rich espresso and indulging in buttery pastries. Harry watched Louis animatedly recount a story about his younger brother, his hands gesturing wildly, and for a moment, Harry couldn't help but admire how alive Louis looked in this city. It was then that he realized just how deeply he had fallen for him.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, they made their way to the iconic Sacré-Cœur Basilica. The steps leading up to it were crowded with tourists, but Harry didn't mind. Standing beside Louis, he felt a sense of serenity wash over him.

"This place is incredible," Harry breathed, gazing out at the panoramic view of Paris beneath them.

"Yeah, it really is," Louis agreed, his voice soft. He turned to Harry, his expression sincere. "I'm glad we're experiencing this together."

Harry's heart raced at the look in Louis's eyes. It was a moment charged with unspoken feelings, and Harry wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss him right there. But doubt flickered through his mind. What if he misread their friendship? What if he ruined everything?

"Hey, Lou?" Harry said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course. Anything," Louis replied, his curiosity piqued.

"What do you think about love?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Like, do you believe in it? In finding someone special?"

Louis was quiet for a moment, his brow furrowing in thought. "I think love is one of the most powerful things in the world. It can change everything, you know? It makes you feel alive." His gaze met Harry's, and there was a vulnerability in his expression that made Harry's heart skip a beat.