A Thousand City Lights ➳ l.s

Chapter ➳ 9

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Song: Fantasy - Alina Baraz

Louis sat there for awhile actually. Just staring into his coffee mug which has gone completely cold. His mind, although filled with many books, was drawing a blank.

He left a four percent tip on the table and grabbed his suitcase from under his feet. By the time he slipped through the door, the streets were just about deserted.

Louis walked and walked, and ok yeah, maybe his vans weren't the perfect choice of walking shoes.

So he stopped on the curb, sat and unzipped his suitcase, pulling off his shoes and shoving them inside. Relief had struck him so he stood up and continued his walk, shoeless.

As Louis continued his search for somewhere to stay, he also soaked in the beauty of Paris. Which was, in fact, a lot to take in.

From all the cities Louis and Harry have visited, each one was beautiful from their scenery. Like the buildings or rivers or mixed colors of the sky.

But Paris was different. Very different. It wasn't just the tall buildings and the (very) green grass, or small ponds filled with fancy fish. No. It was the people. The crisp, sweet air.

All of it was lovely. Louis could feel affection radiate through the air, captivating him. Now he knows why it is called the City Of Love.

A fourth of a mile into his walk, he came across a decent looking hotel. It wasn't too fancy yet not too shabby looking.

Louis received odd looks from the receptionist when he noticed his bare feet, but quickly put a smile on face.

Louis got a room. Second door on the left on the fourth floor. He took the elevator too and pulled his carry on along.

Inside his hotel room, he chucked his keys into an empty glass bowl on the side table.

His body felt heavy and felt that he needed to breathe deeply just to get air. Maybe he was tired, but Louis knew the truth.

He abandoned his suitcase by the door and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. The white comforter was thick and puffy. Clean and pure.

Suddenly, Louis starts to laugh. Giggle, even. "It's funny," he says to himself. The room is so quiet not even background noise is heard. "that I'm sitting in some random hotel room, by myself, in a country I could lose myself in. Now how does that happen?"

When Louis realizes that there's no one there to respond, he sighs and lays down on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

He concentrates on the ceiling fan. The dark wooden blades spinning slowly. The whooshing noise as they pass through the air and blow a cool breeze down on him sets Louis in a sleepy state.

As his mind goes out of focus, he keeps his eyes trained on the fan. And slowly, just like the turning blades, he falls asleep.

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Louis' neck is sweaty and his back is full of knots from sleeping on it wrong. "So much for that damn fan." he mutters.

He sits up, wiping his neck with his hand then brushing it against his pant leg. He stands tall (which is quiet hard for Louis) and stretches out the knots in his back.

Feeling pressure in his lower region, he goes to the bathroom and reliefs himself.

And then he's at the mirror. Staring at himself. His blue eyes look dull and he wonders how people say they remind them of the ocean.