Change Your Ticket

Maybe he looks like a prince, but he definitely doesn't have the manners of one

Harry's POV

"I can't believe we are almost there!", Niall exclaims happily, his eyes oozing off excitement and the utmost anticipation. "Well, believe it", Louis nudges him in the side, a smile plastered on his face, because he is just as excited as Niall.
"You're gonna love it. I just know", is all I say, however, failing miserable to hide a smirk.
"Whatever, Haz! Just because you have already stayed in Paris that doesn't give you the right to be so smug about and pretend like you know all about it", Louis remarks, rightfully.
"Okay. Okay", I put up my hands in defence, then adding, "also. I have been to Paris with my mom and my sister, but we stayed at a hotel. So it's not the same anyways."
"Look at that kid. At first he is bragging about already knowing the famous city and then he has the audacity to brag about being a rich kid", Lou retorts and because we both know that he is joking, the three of us start laughing heartedly.
A few passengers on the rain are already giving us weird looks but we don't pay any attention to them.

It's the start of our spring break and the three of us thought it'd be cool to do a small trip together. And I had suggested Paris to them, because last time I had been here, I absolutely loved it, and none of the other were opposed to the idea, so here we are.
And honestly, I couldn't wait for us to finally arrive.
Sure, I am nervous because we are gonna stay at a Hostel and not only that, but we'll stay in a mixed bed dorm, something which I have never done before. Neither have they. But it's cheaper this way and also will give us the chance to meet new people. So, I am not too worried about it. However, I am a bit worried about reaching the Hostel, since each of us is carrying a relatively heavy back, which we'll have to carry through all of the metro stations, if, which we won't, take a cab. This, is a small worry though and all and all, I can't not wait to spend my vacation with my two best friends.
Hopefully, the weather in Paris will be better than in
England. Most likely it will be, though.

"Haz, we are here", Lou shakes me lightly as I open my eyes, mumbling an incoherent sentences as a response.

The three of us manage to carry our baggage relatively well. The only inconvenient thing is that we miss to get out at the right metro station, but come on, we are tourists and it's our first day, no big deal that we get a little lost.

"Nialler", Lou says, his voice sounding a bit puzzled,"why is your bag so light?"
Previously, Lou has had complained about his heavy baggage and Niall offered to switch with him.
"I don't know", Niall shrugs, but his expression is revealing that he does know and just doesn't want to tell us.
"Ni", I also demand to know.
"Ughh. Fine", he huffs, "I might have only packed a few clothes and tons of chips."
At that answer Louis and I burst out laughing, not being able to contain it.
"Why?", I manage to get out in between laughter.
"Because maybe I like chips", he hisses as if it was the most plausible reason.
"You do know that the French each chips as well, right?"
"Oh, fuck off."

When we arrive at the Hostel, a young lady, or girl, whatever you might call her, however, she must be our age, is greeting us at the reception.
"Bonjour Monsieurs", she greets us and we greet her back with a smile.
She has curly brown hair, which reaches down to her waist. Her eyes are in a bright brown shade as well. From the first impression, she seems not only pretty, but very kind too, which Louis seems to notice as well, because he can't seem to avert his eyes from her.
"We would like to check in", I break the short silence.

Ten minutes later, we have already entered our dorm, packed away our stuff and are now seated on the surprisingly comfortable beds.
So far, we haven't seen our "roommates" for our one-week-stay, although a ruffled sheet on one of the beds indicates that we definitely would have at least one roommate, who just isn't  here at the moment.

"Let's head out, shall we", Louis suggests and I groan into my pillow because we have just spent like eight hours to get here and I could really use a small nap.
"Okay", Niall hums, climbing down from his bed.
"Guys, I am still tired", I pout, really lacking the energy to get up.
"Come on, Harold", Lou snickers but I shakes my head, letting him know that I really need to rest.

"You can go without me though. I don't mind", I suggest, not wanting them to miss out on any fun.
"You sure?", Niall asks, his gaze searching for sincerity.
"Yep. I'll catch you later. Just send me a location and I'll come find you", I reply.

"Okay then", Lou nods, "see ya later, mate."
"Oui oui", I yell after them and then the door is shut.

It doesn't take long until my eyes close themselves and I fall into a deep slumber.

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I'll let out a big yawn, only then realizing that I am not alone anymore. A guy, maybe around the same age, is seated on the bed in front of mine. He has golden, brown skin, which I can tell is covered in a bunch of tattoos. His eyes are a hazel nut brown, although with the light coming through the window, illuminating his face, they also seem a bit golden. Moreover, he is wearing a nose piercing, which I usually dislike, but it suits him perfectly. Everything about him seems perfect. There is no flaw visible. His raven hair is reaching a bit below his ears and it looks so soft and smooth that I feel like I want to glide my finger through it.
I want to touch that man and see if he is real or if I am just imagining things.

Blinking with my eyes, I still see him sitting on the opposite bed. He seems to have noticed my awaking, but he only glances at me for a second, before averting his gaze and paying attention to his book. I wonder what book he is reading.

"I'm Harry", I quietly say, feeling like I should introduce myself, even though he has kind of ignored me.
"Zayn", he speaks without lifting up his head from the book. I frown at him. Maybe he looks like a prince, but he definitely doesn't have the manners of one.