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Paris

(harry and louis' outfits above as well as a new character. the pictures are of reece king but he won't be reece king in the story! please read my authors note at the end it's extremely important! enjoy!)

Louis' p.o.v.

I was woken up by kisses to my face and a curly headed boy with a tray of breakfast in hand.

"I was thinking we could have some breakfast in bed." Harry told me. I smiled big rubbing my eyes and sitting up.

"You're too good to me. You know that?" He kissed me sweetly before setting the tray down in front of me. 'Lou' was written in chocolate syrup on a nice plate of pancakes.

"Yea I know," he winked giggling. "Now eat up so we can pack for Paris!" He plopped himself down next to me.

"Okay okay," I smiled and began eating. "Mm, this is so good H. Thank you."

"You're welcome baby. Ugh you look so good shirtless. I think you shouldn't be allowed to wear shirts around me." He bit his lip while he ran a finger down my chest.

"I could maybe make that happen," I winked. "Now let me eat. You are so extremely attractive and it's rather distracting." He blushed at my words and moved the one curl that loved to fall in front of his face.

I loved his hair so much. It was a dark coffee brown that was silky like melted chocolate. It was a warm autumn breeze in hair form.

I finished my breakfast and began to get up. Harry grabbed onto me tight making me chuckle.

"Noooo, I'm warm and you're comfy," Harry pouted cuddling up to me again.

"Darling, we have to pack for Paris which is tomorrow I remind you." I booped his nose and he smiled.

"Okay, okay. You owe me ice cream though." Harry joked.

"Sure lovely, do you want to pick out my outfits?" I asked playing with his hair.

I knew he would absolutely love picking out my clothes. I'm pretty shit when it comes to fashion. It's another artistry that Harry is not only in to, but is great at. The moment the words left my mouth he lit up like a Christmas tree. He shot straight up and began jumping up and down like a kid in a candy store.

"Yes please! Where's your suitcase?" He was frantically searching and I just giggled at how excited he was. He was truly the greatest man I had ever known. I'm so lucky.These moments I really got to appreciate Harry for all he is.

"You're beautiful." I told him making him stop dead in his tracks. He smiled softening. The curl had fallen once again and he pushed it aside blushing.

"Thank you, but seriously where's your suitcase?" He asked.

I got myself up stretching and showed him my simple black suitcase. I grabbed it and threw it on my bed.

"Go wild. I'm going to shower." I walked towards the bathroom before Harry spoke.

"You really trust me that much? You don't want to be here to see what I put in here?" He asked sweetly. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist and his went around my neck.

"I trust you so much, Haz. I know what ever you pack will be wonderful. Have a blast, okay?" He smiled nodding at my words. I gave him a quick kiss before I went into my shower.

I had a hard time still when it came to being in the shower. I still couldn't shake the feeling of trying to scrub Levi's touch off my skin. I tried pushing the uneasy feeling down and played music to drown out the noise in my head. I've found that distracting myself was the easiest way to cope with the overwhelming unsettled feeling I had.