The Boys: Book of Imagines

Harrison| Paris

Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's song Paris

If I ask that boy to jump, I know he would. He doesn't even have to say, it's understood. He treats me nice, he treats me right, he treats me good. Still I get so hesitant. So I took myself where I thought I should be. Someone told me that he's waiting here for me. Parisian nights, Parisian hot, Parisian breeze. Feeding me like medicine. It's so romantic in Paris. Won't even try to compare it. Thought I was sure that I'd find it. But I already have love in London. Thought this trip would change my mind, make me forget. Guess I was wrong.

If Harrison shows me too much love, it makes me leave. Guess it's one of many things that's wrong with me. Looking past him when he's right in front of me, I won't do that anymore. Why'd it take so long for me to know this? Scared to put the water with the roses. Halfway across the world for me to notice. But at least I know this now. I chose to ignore Harrison's attempts. I was afraid to fall. But being here I realize I shouldn't be running from him. Harrison is good for me. So why run? All it'll take is one text or call and he'll be there. No questions asked.

It's so romantic in Paris. Won't even try to compare it. Thought I was sure that I'd find it. But I already have love in London. No need to run. No need to hide. Harrison is now in front of me. No words are being said but we are saying so much. He twirled me in the dim Christmas lights. There was no music being played but he wanted to dance. He was trying and unfortunately failing, at teaching me moves. His laughter became the music. I could dance to that all night long.

"You will always have my heart." He whispered to me as he kissed my forehead. The instinct to retreat, to run was lurking it's way to the surface. But I'm fighting it. I'm fighting it for something I know will be good for me. No more running towards the negativity. Time to run to the light. "Kiss me." I said just above a whisper. Harrison didn't hesitate. He kissed me with so much passion I thought I would melt. I ignore the scared feeling. I focused on putting everything into the kiss. I also focused on the sneaky hand on my butt cheek. It's so romantic in Paris. No need to try to compare it. I finally found it. I found my love in London. All it took was a trip Paris to realize it.