Niall's POV

My eyes fluttered open and I smiled at the familiar muscular arms wrapped around me, I rolled over and melted at the sight of Liam asleep. His lips were slightly ajar, allowing little snores to escape from his mouth. This was what I wanted to wake up to every morning, my sunshine lay in bed with me. I couldn't help but lean down and press a little kiss to his lips, causing him to mumble something and slowly wake up. When he did I was greeted by his beautiful brown eyes, staring at me. His lips curved into a cute smile and he tightened his grip on me, pulling me closer to him. He leant down and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips,

"Morning beautiful." He cooed, I became flustered at his words, he always made me feel this way.

"Morning you." He grinned back at me and we lay cuddled up in each others arms, I rested my head on his chest and giggled at his heartbeat quickening as I moved closer to him. I never thought I'd have this happiness in my life, ever, so by having such an amazing person to love and hold me made me the happiest person ever. I felt an arm loosen around me and noticed Liam checking the time on his watch,

"Shit." He murmured, I looked at him confused.

"We've got twenty minutes to get up and get ready to drop Lou and Harry at the airport." I sighed deeply, I was fine with staying here all day cuddled up with Liam. However I couldn't, my loved up best friend had to ruin it. I pulled away from Liam but he chuckled and pulled me back,

"I don't want you to go." He pouted, I rolled my eyes and gave him a short kiss.

"We need to if you want to help them sort things out." He sighed and released his hold on me, I slithered out of the bed and over to my bag in the corner. I fished out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and grabbed Liam's Hollister top from the side, I got clean underwear and jogged to the bathroom. I had a quick shower, smothering myself in his Lynx shower wash, it always made him smell the best. After showering I changed into my clothes and towel dried my hair whilst Liam took a shower, I got everything ready and sat on the sofa waiting for Liam. He wandered in with his towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his hair was dripping and his upper half was hot and steamy. I had to stare, it was physically impossible not to. He noticed me and began grinning so I took this opportunity to catch him off guard, I ran over to him and pushed him against the wall, smashing my lips against his. His arms wrapped themselves around my waist and held me against him, making sure I was keeping his towel up to. My hands made their way to his wet hair and tugged on it softly, our kiss deepened and we were soon both left panting for breath. It was one of the steamiest make out sessions we'd had but definitely one of my favourites, I pulled away and brushed my nose against his. He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered,

"We'll continue this later." Before kissing me once again and heading over to his wardrobe. I turned and watched him as he found some fresh clothes to wear, he truly looked beautiful. I chucked him his keys and we ran to the car, checking that nobody was around us. We drove to pick Louis up first and then Harry, the car ride was pretty awkward as everybody was silent. The only sound was from the radio, playing the cheesiest love songs ever. I held back my laughter, not wanting to make it more awkward. We arrived at the airport and we all grabbed bags and helped them organise everything for their flight, we found their gate and checked the time.

"Your flight leaves in ten." I said to Harry who was brushing his hair back, he slid a black bandana up into it to keep it out of his face. I noticed Louis watching him, obvious awe in his eyes. They were both in denial about their love for each other ever since the last argument they had, it upset me in a way because I knew they were made for each other, they just couldn't see that.

Harry's POV

We stored all of our luggage and took our seat on the plane, I sat on the window side because I didn't like to be too out in the open. Louis was cuddled up next to me in an oversized hoody, covering his face so nobody would spot him. I sighed and found the music on the screen in front of me, I decided on The Stone Roses and slid a headphone in, I left the one closest to Louis out in case he decided to say something. His eyes flickered from my screen to his hands then back to my screen,

"You like The Stone Roses?" He asked, smiling.

"Yeah they're pretty cool." He continued to smile and picked up my free earphone,

"Mind if I do?" I shook my head and he slid it into his ear, we both sat for a while enjoying the sweet sound of 'I Wanna Be Adored'. I strangely couldn't feel my hatred towards him at that specific moment because we were both connected through music, it's crazy what something so small can do. However my mood soon changed when Louis was spotted by some crazy fangirl sat near us, as soon as she spotted him she squealed stupidly loud and began shaking. Of course he could have that effect on somebody, he's pretty perfect (ish). She fell out of her seat and came stomping over to him, her eyes watering like mad, spluttering idiotically. She began rambling on about how big of a fan she is of him and his eyes were lighting up at her, I have to say, I did feel a bit jealous. He was fascinated by what she had to say and he'd removed the earphone and let it drop back to me,

"Come here babe." He said, pulling her onto his lap. My jaw dropped, babe, really? I hated hearing him call another person that, it hurt, a lot. She then began crying over him calling her babe and he gave her a hug and wiped her tears so they could get some pictures together, it's fine, don't mind me. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she held her arm out for a 'selfie', he pressed his lips to her cheeks and she smiled widely. I had to look away, I couldn't see the man I love... or loved... kissing another girl. I avoided watching them and sighed with relief when she ran back to her seat to fangirl a little more, Louis turned to me and smiled that beautiful smile but I just rolled my eyes and looked away. I couldn't be dealing with him right now, once again.

We finally landed after a stupidly long flight and grabbed our bags, I traipsed behind Louis, already feeling the jetlag. My body was never good with travelling so this was going to be fun. We began searching round for our travel and I face palmed myself when I saw the man waiting for us, he was in a black suit with a black tie looking rather smart. The card he was holding, however, had 'Larry Stylinson' wrote on it. I knew this was our ride because Niall had told me that 'Larry Stylinson' was mine and Louis' names combined, I sighed and dragged Louis over to the man who took our bags and loaded them into some posh black car. I didn't pay attention to the brand and clambered into it, closely followed by Louis. The man shut the door and climbed into the drivers seat, turning classical FM on for us to enjoy. As we drove to our hotel I took in the beauty of Paris, it looked wonderful at night. Various buildings were lit up with bright lights and the stars above us looked stunning. I was glad they picked such a beautiful country to send us to, it was just expensive, really expensive. We arrived at the hotel and I got out, my jaw dropped at the sight of it. It was beautifully decorated on the inside and the out, it was way fancier than anything I had stayed in before. To be fair to Niall and Liam, they had booked this well. We took our bags from our driver and entered the hotel, one after the other. Louis kept his hood up and we headed to reception to ask for our room key, the woman quite happily gave it to us and told us we hope we enjoy our stay. We dragged our bags to the lift and clambered in, waiting for it to take us to the floor. I hated lifts, I always had. They always played strange music and gave you a strange feeling in your stomach, they weren't pleasant. The bell dinged and the doors opened, allowing us out and down to our room. We had the top floor to ourselves because there was only one room up here which was the largest, once again when we entered I had the shock of my life. The interior was flawless and it all looked so divine. I dropped my bags on the floor and Louis walked in, kicking the door shut behind him. We had a corridor leading to all the different rooms, a bathroom, wash room, kitchen, sitting room and bedroom. We inspected each room carefully and my heart dropped when we entered the bedroom, there was a king sized bed all freshly set up for us. Way to make it awkward Niall. Louis immediately walked over to the phone and called reception asking if there was a chance for us to change rooms, however there wasn't which wasn't surprising.

"You can have the bed, I'll take the sofa." He mumbled, pushing past me back out into the corridor.

"You don't have to be so rude about it." I scoffed, following him.

"Yeah well you didn't have to be so rude on the plane did you but that was a whole different story." He snapped back, searching around the kitchen.

"Me? Rude? Are you insane, you were the one practically sucking the girls face off." He laughed sarcastically,

"Yes I was blatantly doing that, I kissed her on the cheek Harry, that was all." I chuckled back at him,

"You would have sucked her face off if you had the chance." He turned at me and shook his head,

"Do you really think I'm that desperate to hurt you?" He stepped closer to me,

"Yes, yes I do."

"Well you know what, fuck you Harry, you're so pathetic. I wish I never met you in the first place." He shoved my shoulders back and I stumbled out the way, tears began forming in my eyes as he marched out of the room, slamming the door shut. I fell to my knees and began crying, why did these keep happening?

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