Married By Mistake (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Meanwhile...

Back in Venice, Liam internally sighed when he felt a soft hand interlace with his. No matter how hard he tried, all the things that would surely shake her off him wouldn't come out of his mouth. She's just too innocent for her own good, I don't want to be the one to break that innocence, he kept reiterating in his mind. But in the pit of his stomach he couldn't help but enjoy the gentle feeling of her hand in his. After they finished checking into their hotel, Trish finally convinced him to go out exploring. He grinned at her childlike giddiness as they walked down the paved streets of Venice. There were times when she'd make him stop dead in his tracks just to listen to the gondoliers sing as they rowed the gondolas down the river.

"They sing beautifully," she whispered, as she smiled at the happy couple sitting in the gondola.

He chuckled, and joined her as she stood at the top of the bridge, and looked down at the different gondolas that floated down the river. "Yeah, they do,"

She smiled serenely before asking, "Why don't you sing more often?"

"What? I always sing,"

"Not around me, you don't."

He shrugged. "Just never really occurred to me, I guess."

"Well do it now,"

"What?"

"Sing. For me," she said, before adding a quick please to the end of it.

Liam started humming the melody to Gotta Be You as he walked off the bridge. She quickly followed, and pushed him lightly to the side. "I said sing, not hum." She huffed.

"You want me to sing to you in a very public place?"

"Well Venice is known for romance and song,"

He harrumphed before starting to sing under his breath very quietly, that she had to hug onto one of his muscular arms just to hear the lyrics.

It's gotta be you
Only you
It's got to be you
Oh, Only you

***

Madrid

"Goodness, Harold! If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask," Christian teased as he walked into the hotel room, at the precise moment Harry started to take his top off.

Harry groaned. "Really? Already back to the flirting, I thought we got over that,"

"Oh please, me without flirting, is like you without hair."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at that one. "Toss me that shirt will you," he asked pointing to the black Ramones shirt that was lying on top of his suitcase.

"Pity, I thought you were going to do a strip tease for me." Christian pouted, but grabbed the shirt anyway before throwing it at Harry's face. "What a way to destroy my fantasy,"

Harry gave the gay man a look. "We're mates Christian, that's it."

"You know when you say 'mate' I think of soul mate. So yes, we are mates."

Rolling his eyes, Harry just muttered something that sounded strangely like, hallucinating gay bastard, and pulled on his shirt.

Christian ran over and hopped on the bed, bouncing a few times before finally going still. He put both his hands behind his head and relaxed. "So, where should we go first?"

"The library? The lawyer's office-" Harry started.

"No, no, no, no. I mean for fun!"

Harry gave him an incredulous look. "What? You know if the witch with the lion's mane finds out about-"