Unexpected Love

Chapter Forty Three

"Harry, wake up, we're landing," I whispered, shaking him gently. His eyes fluttered open as he looked around the plane. We had decided to go to Paris for a few days during the summer to celebrate how well Harry was doing. He'd got himself a job and was becoming more and more himself every day. This was our first proper holiday together and I was so excited to be in such a romantic city with my boyfriend. We held hands as we made our way out of the airport, finding a taxi and making our way to the hotel. It was already quite late, so we decided to check in and go straight to bed, preparing to get up early the next morning for our first day in the city of love.

Our first stop, the Eiffel Tower. As we walked up to the huge landmark, I couldn't help but be amazed at how grand it was. Harry and I held hands as we stared up at it. After a few moments, he spun me around to face him and planted a romantic kiss on my lips. It was slow and passionate, and I kissed back, reciprocating the emotion. "I love you, Lou," he mumbled between breaths, hardly taking his lips away from mine.

"I love you too, Haz," I replied, enjoying the intimate moment between us. We made our way to the top, looking out at the bustling city beneath us. As we stood there, his arm around my waist, my mind wandered to our relationship. "Do you ever think about the future?" I asked, not taking my eyes away from the view.

"Of course, I do, why?"

"What does your future look like?" I questioned, feeling his eyes on me.

"When I think about the future, I picture us sitting in a room on Christmas day, reminiscing about our wedding, watching our children and grandchildren open their presents. I think about what it would be like to grow old with you and experience the rest of my life with you by my side. You're my future, Louis, I just know it." I turned to face him, tears threatening to fall down my cheeks, as I pulled him into a hug.

"That sounds perfect," I laughed, pulling away and wiping my tears. We snapped a few pictures before leaving the tower and finding somewhere to eat.

The next day, we did a bit of shopping. We walked around the city, entering and exiting different shops and buying little gifts for our friends and family. We also visited tourist attractions such as Le Louvre and tried to explore the city as much as we could. That night, as we lay next to each other in bed, Harry turned to me and whispered in my ear. "Louis, I want you."

"Are you sure? There's no pressure, just because we're in Paris doesn't mean we have to do anything."

"I'm sure. You have no idea how much I want you. It's been months since we were intimate, and I think I'm finally ready." He moved on top of me, taking his shirt off and leaning down to crash our lips together. It started off gentle, but after a few minutes it started to heat up. I could feel myself growing as he grinded his hips against mine. He sat me up, taking my shirt off and trailing his fingers against my bare torso. Without saying anything he moved slightly and took my boxers off too. Our lips came together again, our tongues fighting for dominance. My hands ran up and down his body before pulling down on his boxers, hinting that I wanted them off. He did as he was told, throwing them onto the floor and kissing me once again. I moaned softly at his touch, and he smirked into the kiss. He pulled our lips apart, planting a trail of kisses down my body until he reached the area he wanted. He looked up and smirked at me, his dimples showing in the soft light of the hotel room. His tongue grazed all the way up my length, and I moaned at the sensation. His hands gripped my waist as he slowly put his mouth around my tip, causing me to grip the bedsheets and moan louder. He bobbed his head up and down, taking more of me into his mouth each time. The feeling was something I had never experienced before, and I could feel myself getting more and more turned on as he continued. He got faster and faster, and I could feel myself coming to my high.