The Perfect Match.

Chapter 55

The plane touches down at JFK at 8:15 pm and Louis for one is relieved when they are finally walking off the plane, Niall still tailing he and Harry.

They pick up their suitcase as does Niall before Louis is leading Harry as fast as he can towards the exit.

"Why are you so rushed?" Harry chuckles while he's busy looking around the airport. He calls back to Niall, "see you later, man."

"Yeah, see you lads at the hotel," Niall yells back with a grin.

"I just want to check in to the hotel already," Louis mumbles out while they walk through crowds of people, "spending the rest of our evening chatting with Niall is not on my to-do list."

"How many times am I on the to do list?" Harry deviously grins at Louis.

Louis only smiles, "let's just say... until we both pass out."

"Sounds heavenly," Harry sighs in contentment before he's pulling out his phone. He reads a text from Zayn and laughs a little.

"What?" Louis questions.

"Zayn," Harry replies, "he and Liam have a room at our hotel and he's begging me not to fuck it up for him."

"How could you possibly?" Louis jokes before they're finally exiting the airport, a black car waiting not too far away. The driver is holding a sign up that says 'Tomlinson'.

"Woah," Harry grins and looks at Louis, "they paying for this as well?"

"Believe it or not, yes, they are," Louis answers before he's smiling at Harry, "thought you read all my papers, love?"

"I must've missed this one," Harry says quietly while Louis is handing off their suitcase to the driver. "So, is this like... a whole trip thing..."

"No," Louis grins and opens the door for Harry while the driver is putting their suitcase in the trunk. "It's just transportation from and to the airport. After that, we take cabs... which you should like."

Harry smirks and shakes his head while he's climbing in the car, looking around at the leather interior; of course the car is as fancy as they come.

Harry's eyes are looking at every single tall building around them while they're driving through the heavy traffic of New York City. Louis is on the phone with one of the doctors he works with and they're discussing their first meeting the following morning.

But Harry.... Harry is only smiling and thinking of walking the streets of this huge, beautiful city. There's already snow on the ground and Harry wonders if any more is in the forecast for them. He pulls out his phone to check the weather immediately, hoping that they will see at least some more white flakes falling while they're here.

When they arrive in front of the Four Seasons Hotel, Harry's eyes are wide as he's staring at the tall building. Sure, he's seen loads of fancy hotels before... but he can't help but think this will be his favorite one of all.

The driver removes their bags for them and Louis tips him and thanks him before he's turning to Harry and grinning, "so, glad you packed those winter clothes now?"

Harry smirks and glances around the snow covered sidewalks and all the traffic coming down the streets.

"I am," he smiles at Louis finally. He pulls his suede jacket tighter as they're walking into the hotel.

And immediately, Harry's astonished by everything he sees; the lobby itself is absolutely gorgeous. There's a bar to their right and a restaurant not too far off towards the back.