The City Of Love

Rachel's P.O.V.

When I woke up the next morning the girls were already up, getting ready.

I slipped out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. No one else seemed to be using it as they were all washed and dressed.

I had a quick shower and got changed into shorts and a red top that said 'Danger' on it.

Once out of the bathroom, I realised the others were gone. Probably off to get breakfast.

I semi-blow dried my hair, knowing it would curl if i left it damp.

As I began stuffing things back into my bag in an attempt to keep the room somewhat tidy, I noticed the little red beanie Louis had bought me the week before.

Me and him had been out to get pizza one day and I had spotted it through the window of the shop next to the pizza place and instantly fallen for it.

As soon as Louis realised what I was staring at he went straight into the shop and bought it, despite my attempts to stop him. He was always sweet like that.

I shoved the hat onto my head despite the fact that I was mad at him.

I made my way out of the room quickly, heading to the second floor where I was positive breakfast was.

Once I got there I found the girla sitting at one table and the boys at another.

Oh great.

I got some cereal and a glass of orange juice and sat down with the girls.

"Soo.. Arc de Triomphe! Who's excited?" I asked.

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"I present to you, L'Arc de Triomphe!" Liam announced.

We had walked down the Champs Eylees,which was the fanciest street in Paris, according to Zayn.

The walk had taken forever though and I was now exhausted.

The arc was insanely high. I would never be able to climb a small spiraling staircase to the top.

We had to take a tunnel under the road to get underneath it because traffic was so dangerous around it.

As far as I was aware, one leg of the arc had the stairs you went up and the another one had the stairs you went down.

As we began making our way to the stairs, I started to feel nervous. What if I got really dizzy and fainted? I wasnt used to spiralling staircases, especially not suchhigh ones.

Once I started walking up, I felt pressure on the back of my legs. It was extremely steep.

Somehow I managed to make it to the top, without stopping. By the time I got there thoughmy legs felt like jelly.

It was certainly one of the most challenging things I had ever done.

When we got to the top I broke away from the group. The side we were allowed on wasn't too big anyways. It wouldn't be hard to find them.

I made my way to the edge quickly, eager to take in the amazing view.

It was certainly worth the effort.

It wasnt long before I felt a hand grip my arm. I turned to be faced with Louis.

"Before you say anything, I just want you to know how sorry I am. I've already apologized to Naomi. You were right, i was completely out of order. I'm sorry Rach" he gushed the whole thing out quickly.

Instead of talking, I caught him in a tight hug in response.

He chuckled softly in my ear as his fingers traced shapes in my back.

"I take it I'm forgiven?" He teased.

"Of course" I replied.

"So" He began as we parted. "Is an Arc de Triomphe kiss on your bucket list?"

I smirkes.

"You wish Tomlinson"
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