The Perfect Match.

Chapter 73

The next day, Harry and Louis are packing small duffels for their trip to Paris.

Harry still can't believe Louis wants to just go last minute.

"What happens if something goes wrong while we're gone?" Harry's asking Louis again for what seems like the millionth time.

"Harold, she's 6 months along, she's not even dilated," Louis looks back, "she's fine."

Harry nods and sighs, "I don't know... guess I worry."

"Stop that shit now," Louis points, "smoke if you need to."

"Already have," Harry smirks, "I'm sorry. I know she'll be fine... I know Livy will be..."

"They will," Louis nods, "now, get your bag downstairs."

"Yes, Doctor," Harry chuckles and walks out of the room.

"Packed and ready?" Gemma asks from the kitchen.

"Yeah," Harry sighs, "you sure you're ok?"

"Harry, I'm fine," she laughs, "these babies are brilliant."

"Ok," Harry nods as Louis is coming up behind him.

"She's ok," Louis says again, "stop it."

Gemma smirks and drinks her water. "You should go enjoy yourself for once. You've earned it."

Harry nods and hugs her, "text me. Constantly."

"Oh, god," she laughs, "I'll just tweet you really funny, embarrassing shit."

"Not funny," Harry points before Emma's running in.

She hugs Harry and smiles, "have fun, Pappa. FaceTime me."

"Of course," Harry nods and smiles, "I'll FaceTime you and your sister."

"I know," Emma smiles.

Anne hands Olivia to Harry and he's hugging her and kissing her. "Be good."

"Bye bye," Olivia says and Harry laughs.

"Love you," he grins and hands her to Louis next.

"Don't forget to enjoy yourself," Anne tells Harry as she hugs him.

"I will most definitely," Harry nods, "I have plenty to paint."

Louis is hugging his mum before he's looking at Harry and grinning. "Come on. Love you all."

They take a taxi to the airport and leave the vehicles for their families; Harry's finally more talkative about the trip with Louis and Louis can finally breathe a little.

"Was afraid you'd dread this," Louis is telling him when they're waiting to board.

"I'd never dread it," Harry stares back at him, "it's not that. It's more... you know. Being on the other side of the world almost."

"Basically," Louis laughs and nods, looking around the terminal, seeing several eyes on them. "I think LA knows us by now."

"A bit odd," Harry shakes his head and sits back, "I mean, it's for a good cause... still."

Louis smiles and awaits their boarding call.

They land in Paris that night there; Harry has slept for the most part, Louis as well.

They pick up their rental, Louis smirking at the small sports car. "It's nice."

"I like it," Harry shrugs before he's throwing his bags in the seat. "Come on."