There’s £42.67 in the jar, which is barely enough for one ticket to Paris, let alone two, but they find a way. It’ll be a few years – and several more jars – before they can afford a houseboat, but until they can, a weekend in a hostel in Montmartre will have to do.
They walk everywhere, Harry taking photographs of everything he sees and insisting on speaking French to everyone, even when they respond in English. But it makes him happy and it’s been a long time since Zayn’s seen him happy so if he has to pose for another photograph and listen to Harry order another thé au lait (which he makes sound Spanish, somehow) then so be it.
The first time they see the Eiffel Tower they’re on the other side of the Seine and Harry jumps up and points to it. ‘There it is!’ he gasps, eyes wide, the July sun catching on the top of his hair like a halo. ‘Do you see?’
And Zayn nods because he sees.
He sees.
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No Fear of Falling (Zarry AU)
FanfictionThe one where Harry is the boy next door and Zayn doesn't stand a chance.
