"You're sure you don't want to come to California?"

"You're sure you don't want to come to Paris?

Harry scrunched his nose. Louis smiled triumphantly. "Exactly."

Harry sighed. "This is it, then, yes?"

Louis smiled a sad smile and nodded his head slowly. "I suppose so. I'm sure we'll meet up again when you're rich and famous and in love and you come to Paris for a show. It'll happen again eventually, Haz," Louis assured.

"You're right. I just wish you would marry me instead of running away again."

"Harry, you know I can't drop everything for California. I've already been in London too long. It's February. I need to get back to work."

"Okay Lou. I'll ask you again one day."