Darling (Larry Stylinson)

19

*Harrys Pov*

The boat soon docked in Calais, me and Louis leaving in my car.

He had stayed as close as possible to me on the boat, keeping away from everybody else and clinging to me instead.

We were driving straight to Paris, a large grin plastered on Louis' face for the journey, his hand tightly gripped around mine.

"What is there to do in Paris?" He asked me slowly, his head turned towards mine and leaning into the headrest.

"We can go to the Eiffel Tower? Just sightsee a bit, yeah?" I told him, my lips spread in adoration.

He nodded, his finger rising and poking my cheek slightly, "what's that?" He asked me, indicating my dimple.

I laughed quietly,"it's called a dimple, baby."

"What's it for?" He questioned, his lips parted in confusion.

"Absolutely no idea, darling." I replied honestly, my finger running along his bottom lip.

He removed my hand and held it in his own, rubbing circles into the skin.

"You're doing what I do for you, baby?" I asked, laughing softly.

"It makes me feel safe when you do it," he shrugged gently,"so I want you to feel safe too."

My lips turned into a fond smile, "you're too good for me, lovely."

He blushed and quickly shook his head.

We soon got to Paris, quickly finding a car park on the outskirts of the city. The car was soon parked and we were walking hand in hand.

I quickly hailed a taxi, Louis getting in first and me sliding beside him.

"Where would you like me to take you?" The taxi driver asked in French, a smile on his features.

"Any good hotel, please?" I replied in French, Louis quickly climbing into my lap. He nodded and began driving.

I pulled the seatbelt over the two of us, Louis humming contently. The driver chuckled at the two of us.

"Boyfriends, hmm?" He asked in French, laughter coursing through his body.

I smiled and nodded, Louis looking at my curiously.

"Mon petit-ami." I said to the driver, my lips placing a small kiss to Louis' forehead in proof.

"He's a cute one." The driver replied in French, smiling softly.

I nodded along to him, smiling at Louis, "Mon garçon."

Louis looked at me confusedly, not understanding what we were saying.

"He asked if we're boyfriends, lovely." I told him softly, a little kiss being placed on his cheek.

"B-But are we boyfriends?" He asked me cautiously, his head resting back against my shoulder.

"We can be if you want? Only if you want to." I said to him gently.

"I, I don't really know what they do?" He replied, the answer coming more of a question than a statement.

I chuckled softly before giving him an explanation,"It's kind of promise to someone you'll only be with them I guess?" I explained to him, his face becoming confused.

"It's a nice thing, darling." I quickly assured him.

He nodded slowly, "Can I think a bit about it, please?"

"Of course, baby. As long as you need to." I murmured to him, my lips forming a smile.

He nodded softly, his eyes drooping slightly.

"You can sleep if you'd like, darling. But you might not sleep tonight?" I told him apologetically.

He nodded softly, "Thank you for looking after me, Haz."

"I'd do anything for you, boo."

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We soon arrived at a nice hotel, Louis still sleepily laid against my chest.

I paid the taxi driver before leaving the taxi, walking into the hotel with a certain adorable boy tight against my torso.

I quietly requested a room for me and Louis, not wanting to wake him.

I carried him up to our bedroom, the elevator becoming our refuge. Our room was number 14, right at the end of a light corridor. The door had a card that I inserted into the slot one-handedly, the door automatically opening.

The room was beautiful; a large king size bed was situated on the edge of the room, which I gently laid Louis down on. Large, glass windows were directly opposite the door; a perfect view of all of Paris. The best, for Louis.

I gently sat beside him cross-legged on our bed, his soft hair spread across the cream pillow. He was beautiful.

My fingers tickled up his arm, his body wriggling closer to me.

An eyelash had fluttered against his cheek, my lips quick to blow it away.

My arms pulled him gently up, so his head was resting against my lap instead of the pillow.

His hair moving inbetween my fingers as I leant towards him.

"I think I'm in love with you, Lou." I murmured against his neck, his chest rising and falling with sleep.

His body stayed still in my arms.

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