Change Your Ticket

You're really a temptress

Harry's POV

"Is that him?", Lou asks, as I am staring a bit anxiously, as well as relieved, on the display of my phone. I slowly nod, my finger already reaching out to press the answer button."

Harry", Lou yells and slaps my hand away. I stare at him in disbelief. "This is still my choice. I decide how to handle it", I spit at him, knowing very well that he is only trying to protect me, but also having the urge to just spend some more time with Zayn, even if that means I'll head home with a broken heart.

"Think about the plan", Louis adds sternly, his eyes piercing into mine.
The ringing stops.
Annoyed, I glance at my best friend and walk over to Niall, who hasn't realized that we have stayed behind.
Just as I walk next to him, I can tell that he is on the phone. That's why he hasn't stopped to look for us.
"Sure. Yeah. We'll at this really big street. Close to this tiny café which I think has really good croissants and other pastries...", he is describing our location and even if my mood has dropped because of Louis and that Zayn-thing, I have to chuckle at Niall's ridiculous description. After all, he has just described our location the way that it would match up with hundreds of other streets in Paris.
Niall already ends the call, happily grins at me and speaks: "That was Zayn. He and Liam are coming for us."
Zayn is coming for me. Is all that really reaches my brain. As soon as it has sunk in, my breathing becomes a bit erratic and sweat is forming on the palm of my hands. Fuck. I mean this is what I want, but I'm still so nervous. The way I have left him this morning wasn't really per say nice.
"That's great", I stutter as a reply, mumbling to myself: "really great."

When Louis finds out he only gives me a glare as of to say that I have just made a big mistake. Honestly, by now he is getting on my nerves. It's not like I am putting my nose into his business with that girl he has seen during our stay.

Niall still doesn't notice the weird tension between us, only lazily munching on a croissant he has just bought at the café. I'm kicking a stone on the street, occasionally letting my gaze wander over the street, then averting it back to my feet.

"Hey, mates", I can hear Liam's voice shouting at as from afar. He and Zayn are idly approaching us, while he is smiling, Zayn has an unreadable expression. I hope he isn't mad at me.

"Oi, oi", Lou shouts back, beaming at Liam, then Mustering up Zayn with a frown.
"Let's go, then", Niall takes the last bite of his croissant, then excitingly jumping up. "Sure", Liam agrees, "thanks for waiting here for us." Reluctantly, I get up as well, following the lads with a few meters distance.
"You, Okay?", Zayn's voice is laced with genuine concern and I feel even more stupid for my behavior this morning. Why do I always listen to Louis? Yes, he is older, but that doesn't mean he's right all the time. Mentally, I'm making a note to keep following my intuition more often.
"I'm okay", I evade, still not daring to look back at the raven haired man.
"Do you maybe wanna...", Zayn seems to be struggling for words.
"You guys coming?", Louis' shrill voice halls through the street. Instead of staring at my best friend, I now look at Zayn, seeking something in these enthralling brown golden hues. And indeed, I feel like his gaze is telling me to say no, to only spend time with him.
I really hope I'm not misreading his expression, that would be embarrassing and end up with me never wishing to see him again. Taking all my bravery, I answer: "I think Zayn and I gonna head in another direction than you guys. Maybe, we'll catch up with you later this day." Hesitantly, I let my gaze wander to Zayn again, who seems to be visibly relaxing at my words.
"Harold", Lou scolds, already starting to approach Zayn and I.
"Let's go", I say, grabbing Zayn by his hand and pulling him behind me. I don't know where this determination and courage is coming from, all I know is that I want Zayn. I want to spend time with him without Louis or anyone else interrupting us.
Zayn seems taken back by my bold move, but complies, letting himself be pulled behind me, without the indication any form of objection.
When we have turned around the next corner, I timidly let go of his hand again, just now realizing what I have done. Doubts are already clouding my mind, however, Zayn seems to notice, because the next thing he does is pressing his lips on mine. I gasp at the sudden contact of his plump mouth on mine, involuntarily granting him entrance. His tongue touches mine for a brief second, dancing around mine, before extracting itself again. Instead, he is biting down on my bottom lip, his moves becoming more and more rough than before. Zayn's hands are now placed on my bum, occasionally rubbing up and down my waist. I zealously trace my fingers through his soft jet black hair.
"God", he mumbles against my lips, "you're really a temptress."
Sighing in bliss, while coming down from the high I have just been on, I rest my head a against Zayn's.
"Didn't expect that", I admit, my eyes still closed.
"Didn't expect you to kiss back", he retorts, "but really glad you did."
"Mmh."
"So Mr. Styles?", I open my eyes at this address, green an gold meet, "what do you say about grabbing some coffee and sitting down in a park and talk?"
"Talk?", I repeat his word questioning.
"Don't get me wrong, I would totally go along with just kissing, but I think we oughta talk a bit", Zayn elaborates and I'm already nodding along in agreement.
"Alright. Let's lead the way", he says further.
I look at him, as if to say that I'd rather have him be the guide again.
"Alright. Follow me, Curly", he chuckles, pecking me shortly on the lips and intertwining our hands.