I shivered, rubbing my forearms as Louis guided me down a secluded Parisian street. I regretted not wearing a scarf like Louis, my exposed neck freezing.

Now December, my relationship with Louis was a strong as ever, only made stronger by that first little Hannah hiccup.

Louis let go of my hand, slinging it around my waist instead and pulling me closer to him. He rubbed up and down my side, aware that I was practically frozen.

Leading me into the hotel lobby, I sighed as the warm atmosphere defrosted my frozen limbs.

Unlocking the door to our room, Louis held it open for me, letting me go in first. Kicking off my shoes, I refrained from shedding myself of my coat and other layers, preferring to keep myself as warm as possible.

Louis slid his arms around my waist once again, resting his chin on my shoulder. "So how do you like your present?"

I smiled, turning around in his arms. "It's amazing, but like I said when you gave me the tickets, all I need is you."

He leant down to kiss me, grinning. "But I like spoiling you."

I bit my lip, trying not to smile. "But I don't like you spending all your money on me."

He nuzzled his face into my neck, planting a kiss there. "So those twelve Lamborghinis I bought you will have to go back to the store?"

I laughed, both from his joke and the fact that his hair was tickling my neck. "Louis!"

He shook his head so that his hair tickled me further, making me squeal. I tried to back away from him, only succeeding in falling back onto the bed, probably his goal from the start.

He leant over me, pressing his lips to mine. Sliding his hands up the sides of my waist, he moved to unbutton my coat. I broke the kiss, pouting. "No, I'm too cold to take off my clothes, Lou."

He grinned. "You know what they say. You'll warm up faster if you take your clothes off."

I laughed, pushing his hands away, not bothering to rebutton up what he had succeeded in opening. Instead, I unbuttoned the remaining buttons, exposing my white dress underneath. Louis raised an eyebrow, unsure if I was cooperating or not.

I rolled my eyes, walking over to the doors leading out to the balcony. "Look, you can see the Eiffel Tower."

He sighed, accepting that I wasn't undressing anytime soon, walking over to the stand next to me. Not easily deterred, he still wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder once again.

I leant back into his embrace, looking out at the Eiffel Tower, lit up against the night sky.

I turned around, walking over to the bedside table. Louis pouted, holding his arms out for me. I laughed, digging around in the drawer for the camera before walking back over to him.

"Photo time."

He smiled, taking the camera from me and turning me around so that the Eiffel Tower was in the background. He pulled me closer with his free arm, holding me by my waist. Slinging my arms around his stomach, I blew a strand of hair out of my eyes.

"Smile pretty, El." Louis grinned, pressing the button on the camera.

After checking the camera, my mission of having at least one good photo of me in Paris was complete.

I shut the door, taking Louis' hands and leading him away from the balcony. "Now, I believe there was something you were after before."

Louis pretended to think about it. "Scrabble? I think I wanted to play scrabble." He grinned at his own joke, sliding his hands underneath my coat and around my waist.

I giggled. "Sounds about right."

He leant down to kiss me, reaching a hand up to tug his scarf off. I slid my coat down my arms and onto the floor, letting him lead me backwards to the bed.

Lightly pushing me onto my back, he yanked his sweater over his head, tossing it to the side. I removed the shirt he had on underneath it, blindly throwing it away.

Out of nowhere, he pulled away, rolling off me and sitting up on the other side of the bed. Reaching for the remote, he turned the TV on. "So what should we watch?"

I glared at him indignantly, unimpressed. "Louis William-"

Before I could finish, he rolled back on top of me, cutting my protest short with his lips. "Just kidding."

"You better be."

He smirked, pushing my dress up to my waist, kissing me once more.

Later that night, I removed myself from Louis arms to lean over and pick up the camera from the bedside table. Settling back into his arms and giggling lightly as he automatically tightened them around me, I pulled up the photo from before.

It was amazing how things had changed in such a short amount of time. I could still remember sitting in the library at school, telling Maxie that I didn't need a cute, famous boyfriend, I just needed to study and sleep.

If you'd told me back then that I'd end up dating Louis, I would have told you that was more Maxie's forte, but now I couldn't imagine my life without him. He could be an idiot, and was completely childish most of the time, but he had proved to be just what I needed.

The fans had warmed to me since that day in the park, and I knew that they were behind my relationship with Louis almost a hundred percent.

I turned the camera off, putting it back in its drawer and snuggling into Louis' arms. Waking slightly, he planed a kiss on the top of my head, mumbling something unintelligible before falling asleep again.