Louis had no choice but to go ahead to the markets, Olivia had the power to make Louis do anything for her. He doesn't understand but at the moment Olivia is helping him to forget about all the pain that he's heart is feeling. As she links her arms to his while he they walked in the markets. Louis could hear the chattering amongst the busy crowd. His pair of eyes were looking directly to the ground.

"I don't know what got into you" whispered Olivia, she stopped infront of a stall that was selling bunch of fresh flowers.
"Want to get me some?" she asked.
What for ? he blabbed inside his mind.
Without actually saying anything out loud, he glared at the bunch of flowers they were so alive and colourful. He had someone else in his mind as he picked a bunch of fuscia roses. He told the florist one of those. He was communicating in french, he wasn't very fluent in the language but he tries his best, knowing that the French gets annoyed when tourist doesn't speak their language.

The florist had told him in French how beautiful his girlfriend was and that he's lucky to have her, it led him to raise a brow and told the florist she's the lucky to be with him. It led for the French florist to laugh however, Olivia demanded what's so funny to Louis, but he ignored it. They continued to walk around, while Louis holds the bunch of flower. She fucking wanted it and now she wants me to carry this heavy thing around - he wondered.

It was a beautiful winter morning in Paris, Louis the grey sky however, a small sunshine glaring. The market was surrounded with trees, with no leaves around the twigs of the tree. He was thankful for the scenery of Paris today, if hadn't for it he wouldn't enjoy this walk one bit. Olivia was busy looking at vintage leather bags, as he looked around the stalls, all of a sudden there was a girl that he had his eyes on. She was only 3 stalls away from where he was standing, the girl slowly turned her head. Then of a sudden his world swung around before his very eye. It's her, he shook his and closed his eyes and then opened them again to make sure he's not imagining.

As his eyes widen it's really her, she wrapped her self with a black coat, as usual all black outfit apart from the red beret she was wearing. He moved in a little closer and he saw her define lips how it's painted light pink. Her arms was linked with a tall young man, but Louis couldn't see his face. It made him winced. However, he didn't want to be rational and rush there and confront the girl but at the end it might not be the girl he's been looking for. Then again when she looked in his way, and he had a better look.

For fucking sake, it's her - he thought. In a second he dropped the bunch of flowers to the ground and rush to where she was, however as he made his way there, it was hard to get through the crowded market.

"Excuse moi" he said, as he bump into an elderly lady, when he realised the eldery lady stumble to the ground, her purchases of fresh fruit and veggies scattered all over the ground. He had no choice but to help her. He panicked and apologies to the elderly lady, "pardon, me" he apologised. The elderly lady scolded him and to him to be watch where he's going. He sincerely apologies again, however when he turn to where he saw she was, she had disappeared. He still rush, and tried to move as quickly as he could, a pace that could help him past those people.

He made his way at the end of the market stalls, and there was no luck. He panted and sigh loudly, and his heart started to scrunch. He heard the cluck of Olivia's heels approaching.
"What the hell was that?" she yelled, "you run like an idiot - who did you see? tell me" sounding displeased. Louis glared at her with sharp eyes, and she could see that the girl who supposedly making him happy was making him aggravated.
"None of your business" exclaimed Louis. Olivia slightly opened her mouth and was stunned to hear such words from Louis.
"I beg your pardon" said Olivia.
He glared her with the corner of his eyes and said nothing. She whined, and called out for him but he didn't look back.

"We are so over" she yelled, echoing from far.

He walked solely alone, and he didn't care, he was glad he was alone. His phone kept vibrating inside his jeans but he didn't care. He wrapped himself with a Burberry trench coat, and the collar up high, with one cigarette in his hand. He strolled by himself through the Ponte Des Arts bridge, where he saw couples placing padlocks with their initial on it, it made him scoff and realised how much cheesy it was. But then if she was here right now with her, they'd do the exact same thing. He saw birds flying up in the grey sky, over the old architecture buildings.

He knew that it was her he saw in the market. He is sure of it, same eyes, lips that he'd missed. He took a deep breath as he sat on of the benches look at the flowing river. He took out his iPhone and Olivia had left numerous missed calls voice calls and text messages. He ignored it and went straight to a saved image of him and Kathy back in 2013. One was when they were in a bar back in L. A where they saw the 1975, he liked to think that was their official date. Then there's one after the Charity Ball that was held last year. Them lying on the same bed, half of her face buried on his chest.

Somehow his past reminded him how much he's missing right now, he remembered the last time he saw her. It was the day he was leaving, when he was going back to the penthouse when the lift door slid opened, the lift across from him, he saw Kathy was inside the lift sobbing. Ever since then, he knew that she had also said goodbye to Harry. None of them has seen her, any business requirements it's either Haydon or Kae would address it. Even when he tried to reach out to her personally, there was nothing. He'd only will get a simple professional email.

He was also sure that Harry had no sort of contact with her either, because he's always been so down ever since their separation. In a way he was happy that either of them got her. However, then he thought about that man she was with. He bent his back, and placed his arm on his laps, he went to a stare and hoping he'd bump into her once again.

He went back to his suite in the Park Hyatt Paris - Vedome, he opened his hotel room and saw Olivia seating on the couch, with her long legs across and her arms folded to match with a sulky face. She stared at him intently with anger.

"Where have you been ? we've missed our fucking reservation" throwing her hands out in the air. Louis chose to ignored it and removed his coat.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she demanded.
"I thought you said we're over" hissed Louis.
He walked away abruptly away from the sound cringing of her whining, he no longer can take it. He went to the room and started to pack his belongings. He heard the door swung opened, and heard Olivia ranted.
"What got into you Babe?" she went on.

"Isn't it pretty obvious that this is not working for the both of us" he inquired.
Olivia came close to him, and started to remove all his belongings from the bag that he had pack away.
"No you are leaving, you're going staying with me!" she pleaded, she latch to him however Louis was stiff.
"Babe, you know how much I love you, I am just so scared of losing you" she continued, Louis collapse on the bed and sat with no emotions upon him. He let her hold onto him, she held tight, her face buried to his chest.

"Don't let go of us babe, not now please" she whispered.

He pulled away, and glared at her eyes and light started to whisk down her soft face.

"Hey, hey stop crying" as he wiped her tears away with his thumb.

She lent closer to him and brushed her soft lips to his, he kissed her back intensely.