Green Eyes | Larry Stylinson ❀

Epilogue pt. 1

"Her green eyes came unafraid to his. The connection was so intense that it threatened to drain his sense of self. He felt that he had always known her, that she had always been a part of him, that her needs were his needs" -Terry Goodkind

   Rushed. That's the definition of what Louis is feeling in this exact moment as he drags Harry through the airport. His plan is officially swinging into full motion. The first part of it requires them to successfully get on the six am flight out of London. Which, he should have known better than to schedule an early flight like this. Especially when knowing that he is not a morning person at all and often loves to press snooze when he's got Harry in his arms. Things have been running perfectly up until this morning when they woke. And that could be on him. Possibly.

Day in and day out, Louis had been running everything through his mind over and over again. He tried to keep the trip a secret for as long as possible. Ensuring that Harry washed all his clothes so that he had enough to properly pack. Then it was checking his school schedule and making sure that he had no big exams or projects due at the time of the surprise trip. Of course, Harry started picking up on it. Could tell Louis was stirring something up.

The plan was to tell Harry the night before. Tell him they have a trip they need to wake up in the morning for. But, he got distracted by curls and green eyes and a pretty naked body that was begging for attention. He caved enough to satisfy his boy, but not enough to give him what he really wanted. At least he was able to set an alarm, before Harry kissed him all over. So when it went off that morning, Harry had grumbled awake, complaining. Near groaning and moaning because the sun wasn't even up and their eyelids were still heavy.

So there was a minor hiccup in the plan, but luckily Harry is an efficient packer. He got his bag ready within minutes, easily woke up to the excitement of a surprise trip, and now here they are. Rushing through the airport. Louis grabbing his wrist and dragging him past all the gates. It's a good thing Harry is nearly coordinated again, not so easily tripable.

"Babe," he calls out, laughing as he tries to keep up with Louis. "We're going to make it."

Probably so. They haven't even started boarding yet. But still. Louis is paranoid. Paranoid since the minute he woke up with a jolt at forgetting to tell Harry his plan the night before. Luckily, when they arrive, the doors are opening up. The first boarding group gets called, and Louis quickly pulls them over towards the line. He hasn't given Harry the boarding pass so the surprise on where they are going is about to get spoiled.

"Paris?" Harry gawks, staring at the screen as the words pass across. They step forward in line, and Louis smirks at him, getting their passports and passes ready.

"Is it a good time to tell you we're in first class?"

Harry coughs, blinking, feeling frozen to his spot. Louis has to pull him forward. There's just a couple more people until it's their turn.

"What is this for? Why? What?" He stutters, still in awe. Louis chuckles as he hands over the boy's boarding pass and passport and then gives it to the stewardess. She scans both their tickets and then offers them a safe flight. They hold hands while going down the walkway, waiting until they get to the second row of the plane. Harry gets in first, next to the window and Louis scoots in next to him.

"It's a surprise for you," Louis answers the question from before, now that they're settled in their seats.

Harry shakes his head, reaches for his hand and squeezes tightly. He's always wanted to go to Paris, always dreamed of exploring it with the love of his life. "I love how our surprises turn out," he whispers lowly, wiggling his brows.