Cher Vagabond Louis (Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

2. Lyon

Small towns, cute cafés and orange city lights at night.

I've packed my luggage for the long trip to Lyon in France. It's gonna be great, you know? It's got like, these really sophisticated looking houses and proper nice rivers or whatever those things are called. Canals? Yeah, maybe. But the point is that it's gonna be a hell of a trip. I've been waiting for weeks to finally head out of London. It's pretty boring once you see the red buses pass by and the Big Ben thingy.

France, though, France is something else. Right, I suppose it's borin' if you live there but otherwise it's so beautiful. The city of love they call it. Wait ain't that Paris? I think it is. Wait, what the hell! France is a country. Right I've lost it, but, whatever. Lyon is the third largest city by population in France so I've got a chance with some french fries. Eh? Eh? Haha. No.

Today is the day of leaving red buses and long clocks and being known as a city boy. I am going to be a traveller. I will travel the world and come back to London like a...a...a, traveller? Maybe, yeah, I quite like that. It's simple.

I grab my luggage and my tablecloth jacket and head out. Today is the day. I arrive at the airport at 3:40pm. I scan the airport with my eyes to find Liam. Liam's there, standing with a dark blue briefcase and of course looking as dapper as ever with his blue shirt and black jeans. He's my good friend who's also coming to Lyon with me.

"Hey Li!" I shout, while waving with one of my empty hands.

I like to call him Li, cause' you know? Nicknames and all? I'm all about that. Plus if he wasn't my best friend.

He scratches his forehead and then realises it's me. "Hi, Lou," he greets and waves casually as he walks toward me and grabs my luggage bag from me. "At your service, even though you didn't need it."

I roll my eyes and thank him, not with any meaning, of course. Thanking isn't my thing.

"Have you got your passport? And don't even roll those balls at me, you know you always forget," he scoffs in a fatherly manner.

"I've got it Dad!" I say sarcastically while nudging my Payno in the ribs and flashing my maroon passport at him.

"Liam Payno, at your service," he snickers; the sides of his eyes crinkled.

That's right. He's my Payno. Ain't nobody else gonna make him their Payno. His real surname, or as I say-fake surname, is Payne. Yeah it's true, he's a pain in many places but Payno is my jam.

"And Lou your chouchou at yours too," I cheerily jest while giving Li a little wink.

Li rolls his eyes-something he tells me not to do. But whatever.

We walk through the scanners and put our luggage on the conveyor belts which take them through scanners too.

"Ain't got nothing bad in there, Eh Lou?" Li asks as he raises an eyebrow.

I shake my head surely, "No, Li."

It's something we do; the Li and Lou thing. It's like LiLou, but I prefer to call it Lilo. I mean, ain't that better? It's like the girl from Lilo and Stitch-well if it wasn't obvious from the title.

Li and I shuffle past crowds of people, yeah it's hell busy in here. We get to our plane and board it.

"Lyon, here we come!" Liam yells as he puts his hands up and clenches his fists. You know like those 'it's-friday-punch-the-sky-day' type'a things.

"Lion, it's like lion ain't it? Like the animal lion," I say like it isn't the most obvious thing.

Li does his usual; eye roll. "Alright homeless man, let's get seated," he says while pointing at our seats on the plane.