Harry's leg shook impatiently, he was tiered of being on the plane. He just wanted to land so he could go home, get some clothes washed and packed and get on another plane. "You alright mate?" Louis asked glancing over at the flustered singer. "I'm just ready to get off." Harry commented. "Oh?" Louis raised a brow. "Why would that be?" Harry paused, did he really want to tell him why he was so eager to leave? "I planned a trip to France, and I want to leave soon." If Louis remembered his trip to Australia to see Harry over the winter he would understand who he was talking about. Louis' mouth widened an little like he understood and didn't press.
After Harry rushed to get a taxi to his flat Louis turned and yelled "Before you lot go; I have a plan!"
"Oh god." Liam joked. Louis playfully glared and then said "No, it's a good plan."
"What is it Tommo?" Niall asked casting a glance at the Nando's across from the lift. "We need to get four tickets to Paris, pronto! Like in the next few minutes."
"Why?" Zayn questioned as Louis led them to the service counter. "Very very important reason." He stopped and looked at the older woman behind the counter. "Excuse me? Ma'am, we need the most readily avalible tickets to Paris. Like today?" The woman looked at him and then said "We got a flight leavin' in 'aff an hour. You want that?" He nodded and she asked " 'Ow many?"
"Four and a five for the return trip."
Pandora hummed along to the old fashioned jazz that was streaming into the shops open door. The warm late spring air drifted inside, her nimble fingers mended an old dress that was clearly from the fifties. "Pardonnez-moi?" A voice called. She walked to the front and saw someone quite familiar standing there. "Lou!" She laughed walking around the counter to hug him. "Dora! Just as stunning as the last time, if not even more so." He kissed her cheek and pulled her away, holding her at arms length he looked over her. "Louis, your so rude." Liam complained. "Why would that be?"
"You haven't introduced us yet."
"This is Liam, Niall, and this last charmer is Zayn." Louis smiled, he saw her eyes search past the others. She was looking for Harry. "He isn't here." Louis said calmly. "Hmm?" She asked looking at him. "Harry isn't here." He stated. Her features fell "But he'll be here tomorrow, that's why we are here."
"What does that even mean?"
"You've got to come to London with us."
"But you said Harry would be here tomorrow." She persisted. "Yes that's why we need to get you back to London tomorrow."
"I don't understand." She finally commented. "Neither do we." Niall agreed.
Harry rushed to cram clothes into the washing machine, he knew they would never get clean but he didn't care. As long as they didn't smell like travel and smoke from Zayn. Resting for a moment he opened the fridge and saw there was absolutely nothing. "Okay, pizza it is." He dialed. Plopping down on the sofa he hung up and scrolled to his pictures. Stupid pictures with the lads, food, and finally in a password protected file there were the pictures from his Australian holiday. A picture of Pandora half asleep upside down on the sofa was the first one that made him laugh. He'd almost forgotten how fun that trip had been.
"That's kinda cruel Louis." Pandora sigh, Louis looked over and said "How so?" She gave him a look, her hazel eyes twinkling slightly. "Harry was coming all the way here to surprise me and now you're stealing me and taking me to London."
"I quite like the idea." Liam commented. Zayn nodded, Niall wasn't even there anymore. "Where did Niall go?" Liam asked. "Oh, down the street to this bakery."
"He done?" The Irish lilted voice of Niall Horan asked. "Yeah." Pandora said. "Oh oh! Can I have a piece?" She asked looking at the loaf of bread he was holding. Shrugging he ripped her off a piece. "Woo!" She cheered taking a bite from it.
"So where is your flat?" Louis asked. "We need to get you some clothes."
"Follow me. But be warned; Felix is rude."
"Who?" Louis asked, becoming slightly wary. "My cat." She stated. "No wonder Hazza likes you." Liam commented. She led them into a back room, pulling a cord it lit up the room. Racks of dresses and a sewing machine filled the room. The strange part was the iron spiral staircase leading up into the unknown. "Come on up." She said as she started ascending the steps. She made her way to the top, Louis entered a naturally lit sitting room. A wall of windows leading to a balcony over looked the city. A hallway ended with a door, and connected to the sitting room was a beautiful kitchen that looked like it was practically from the twenties.
Liam gaped, it was brilliant. Suddenly a cat pounced on Niall's head as he sat on the sofa. "Whoa!" He called as he attempted to pry the cat from his head. "Fel!" Pandora yelled and rushed to pull the feline off the poor Irishmen's head. "Bad kitty! Bad!" She scolded as she tossed him across the couch. "You have a beautiful flat." Zayn said looking around. "Thanks! My propriétaire is really sweet."
"Let's go look at your clothes!" Louis said from the hall. "Okay?" She said. He rushed into her room and opened her closet, he saw the hat she had over holiday hanging on a hook on the inside of the door.
Harry rocked on his feet as he waited for the call to board his flight. Finally the lady's voice called out his flight number and he walked to the door. Boarding the flight he sat down, he couldn't wait to see her. Was she still the same? Did she look different? He was afraid she might turn him away when he got to her door.
"Your sure that you got Harry's favorites?"
"God! Yes, I'm positive."
"Were they they lacy ones that you and Ell bought?" Her face turned a dark shade of pink and she looked away. "So they are." He decided. She stuttered something and then decided "You're mean. I'm gonna go trade with Niall and sit with Zayn, he's nice." She was being childish and silly. Moving to sit next to Zayn she looked at him, he turned his head and smiled at her. "You know something?" He said quietly. "Hmm?" She asked looking at him. "Harry talks about you all the time." He had a small smile on his face. "Oh god, that can't be good." She laughed. He shook his head still smiling and replied "No it's all good."
Running up the street Harry rounded the corner, if he moved fast he could escape the madness. A shrill cry worthy of a thousand demons shattered his eardrums. "Harry!" A large group cried. Just like him not to have bodyguards, finally he came to the shop he was looking for. La boîte de Pandore he mentally translated it Pandora's Box. He smiled but that was washed off his face when he saw the note on the door.
Salut! Désolé j'ai manqué vous, je suis parti pour quelques jours en vacances. Veuillez venir encore, merci beaucoup!
Under the note was an English translation.
Hi! Sorry I missed you, I went for a short vacation. Please come again, thank you so much!
"Okay, go change! Harry will be back soon! He messaged me and said he was coming back in a few hours, that was like three hours ago though." Louis ushered her into Harry's flat, she quickly located the 'surprise' that Louis had planned and walked off to change. Coming back into the room she blushed "Do I have to?" She whined. "Do you want to surprise him?" She nodded and Lou grinned. "Okay now hold still." He took a large piece of ribbon and tied it in a neat bow around her curvy waist. He smiled and said "Perfect!" With that his phone buzzed. "Harry says he's just leaving Heathrow! Lads! We have to go!" He smiled one last time, kissed her cheek and called "Your gonna do great!" Over his shoulder as he made his leave.