Ensnared

J'ai envie de t'embrasser

"Wait, we HAVE to see the Eiffel Tower." Harry suddenly exclaimed as we ate our room-service breakfast in my room. How we ended up eating almost all our meals together I don't know, but we have.

"I've already seen it. Pretty sure you have too." I said side eyeing him.

"True. But I haven't seen it with you." He emphasized.

"It'll look the same." I stated the obvious with a shake of my head.

"Humor me Max." He sighed.

"Fine alright. We can go to the Eiffel Tower. The most cliché and popular tourist destination in pretty much all of France, if not all of Europe. Probably even the world." I relented.

"That's the spirit!" He clapped. "It closes at 11 so we'll have to leave as soon as we can. Only time for a quick shower before we head over. I figure there won't be too many people there the last hour." He said thinking out loud.

"You've thought about this." I commented.

"Not really, just learned to plan things quickly. Trust me, if I had preplanned this you'd know. I'm the worst at surprises." He laughed.

"I'll keep that in mind." I said. He gave me another grin and moved on to another topic.
Eventually breakfast was over and we went our separate ways so he could do interviews and be the famous pop star that he is while I milled about during the day before having to get ready.

I only saw him in passing throughout the day and I honestly thought he'd forgotten about wanting to go. However just before the show began he reminded me that I'd agreed to go and it was too late to back out. He merely grinned when I rolled my eyes and nodded.

"You're not getting out of this Sanders." He called as I made my way towards the stage.

"Wasn't planning on it Styles." I called back before making my way towards my drum kit. I don't know if I'd ever get used to the sheer volume of the fans' screaming. I'm gonna have to get my hearing checked before the American leg of the tour.

"I'll meet you in your room." Harry said running past me after the show. I didn't have time to give him a response because he was practically halfway towards his dressing room by the time I blinked.

"Why are you and Harry meeting in your room?" Louis asked coming up to me.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with." I said smirking at him before walking towards the band's dressing room.

"Woah woah woah hold on." He said quickly walking to catch up to me. "I'm concerning myself with it." He said.

"There's no need." I reiterated.

"Fine." He huffed. "I'll find out on Twitter." He said and I raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "Sure, everything Harry does ends up on social media anyways." He shrugged.

"Then I don't need to tell you." I smiled before disappearing inside the dressing room.

I gathered all my stuff and met Jeff just outside the venue. It seemed I'd unofficially adopted him as the only driver I used and I don't think he minded. We made it to the hotel where I was able to walk right passed the waiting fans and paparazzi and through the front door because no one cared who I was. I quickly jumped in the shower and changed into warmer clothes, despite still being summer I still got cold easily, before waiting for Harry. I didn't have to wait long because not even 5 minutes after I changed he was knocking at my door.

"Ready?" I gave him a once over and couldn't help but notice how his pants seemed to be painted on.

"How were you even able to squeeze into those? Your dangly bits have room to breath yeah?" I questioned following him into the hallway.