"You're so cheesy," Louis says but he leaves it at that.
"I know, I try," I respond, smiling.
"Is there anything special you want to do today? You know, since it's Christmas and all that?" Louis asks me.
"I actually read about this place right before we came," I say thoughtfully. "It's called, um, Verdon Gorge, I think?"
"What is it exactly?" Louis asks.
"It's a canyon...with a river," I tell him.
"Sounds fascinating," Louis says dryly.
I make a face at him. "Yeah, it's kind of far away anyway."
"We have to find something to do; I don't want to be stuck in the hotel all day today," Louis says, looking at me and frowning. "But I have no idea what to do."
"Let's go see a light display somewhere," I suggest.
"Yes! Good idea," Louis tells me. "Where at?"
"I don't know, let's just get in a taxi and ask the driver where the closest one is at."
It takes longer than usual to hail the taxi, probably because there are fewer running today and not many people will be in need of one. When a taxi finally pulls up beside us, I ask the driver where the nearest light display is.
"There's one not too far from here, actually," the driver replies in a heavy French accent. "Should I take you there?"
"Yes please," I say.
I settle back in the seat as Louis makes small talk with the driver.
"Shouldn't you be home celebrating with your family?" Louis asks.
"I don't have any family left," the driver responds. "It's just me."
"Oh," Louis says, backtracking quickly. "I'm Louis, by the way."
"That's my name as well," the driver says, chuckling a little. "Louis is a very French name."
"Well, I'm not French at all," Louis says. He pauses. "At least, I don't think so. I failed my family history report in high school, so I could be wrong."
Louis the driver laughs. "You're funny," he says.
"Yeah, I get that a lot," Lou replies, smiling genuinely at me.
Every time that he smiles at me, even though he must do it at least fifteen times a day, I'm taken aback by how beautiful he actually is. Sometimes I feel a little bad about it, like I'm almost taking him for granted by not realizing his beauty each and every second of each and every day, but Louis has reassured me multiple times before and will probably reassure me multiple times in the future that he does the same thing with me.
The thing with Louis is that anyone can instantaneously see that when he walks into a room, he lights it up. His charismatic personality could charm a smile from the saddest person on the planet, of that I'm sure. His jokes could make the person with the worst sense of humor laugh, and his charm could overtake even the most committed people.
There are some people in this world that probably deserve to live forever, just because of the things they do. Louis Tomlinson is definitely one of those people. From afar he might seem really sarcastic, which he is, but there's so much more than that deep down. He gives and gives and doesn't expect to receive anything. He's on the people that are always there for you, whether your significant other just dumped you, or if your parents got a divorce, you can bet that Louis would be there with you, giving you hugs and buying you chocolate.
The first time I saw him was when I was in ninth grade. He was walking down the hall with his soccer team right behind him and they were screaming some dumb chant to get the school pumped up...
"Who are we?" Louis screams, pumping his fist in the air excitedly.
"The Tigers!" the rest of the team yells.
"What do we want?"
"When do we want it?"
The entire hallway erupts into cheers and shouts as I try to push my way through the throngs of people to get to my next class. I don't want to be late to Mr. MacLellan's class; he's a strickler for being on time. I'm so focused on just putting one foot in front of the other, trying not to trip and fall and embarrass myself in front of all of these people, that I run smack into someone.
"Sorry," a deep voice says. "You okay there?"
I look up, right into the blue eyes of none other than Louis Tomlinson.
"Um yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Uh, sorry." I make an attempt to start walking away but Louis stops me.
"Wait, what's your name? I don't think I've seen you before," he says.
"Uh, Harry," I reply nervously.
"Are you coming to the game tonight, Harry?" Louis asks, studying me closely.
"I wasn't planning on it," I say.
"You should come," Louis tells me, and with that he waltzes away, leaving me staring at his retreating figure.
With a start, I realize that I'm about to be late to Mr. MacLellan's class. I rush down the hall and turn into his room just as the bell rings.
Why would Louis Tomlinson of all people want me to be at his game? We've never even talked before...
"Harry? Harry!" Louis says, waving his hand in front of my face. "We're here."
I snap to attention right away. "Sorry, I kind of zoned out," I comment, opening the door and getting out of the taxi after I pay the driver.
"Have a wonderful day, Louis," Louis says, handing the old driver some extra money.
The driver beams up at us. "Thank you, enjoy the lights!" He drives off and leaves us standing alone at the entrance to the park.
Louis takes my hand and pulls me toward the entrance. "One of my favorite things about Christmas is the lights," he tells me once we enter through the gates.
Immediately we're engulfed in displays of lights that flash, lights that form pictures, and lights that blink from color to color so methodically they could put you to sleep. Most of the stroll through the park is quiet as we both take in the colors and designs that are all around us.
When we reach the opposite end of the park, Louis turns to me and says,
"I'm really glad we came here. It was beautiful."
I automatically blurt out without thinking, "So are you," but instantly regret it. I shouldn't have said that. It was a dumb move, and now he'll make fun of me for the rest of the day.
But Louis doesn't even start to make a joke about it. Instead, he leans forward standing on the tips of his toes and kisses me. It might be the most romantic thing that's ever happened to me.
I feel something cold and wet land on my cheek and look up to see snow softly falling from the sky. Louis glances up and notices it as well.
"Merry Christmas babe," he tells me.
It's kind of hard to believe that a month ago I was devastated and thought that I was heartbroken beyond repair. But now, as Louis dances his way through the lights that cast shadows across his face and body, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.