“I didn’t agree to this.” He wasn’t really sure what he was doing or why this was a thing that he’d even considered. After all, Louis wasn’t good when it came to being around Justin alone in the first place, let alone on a rooftop in the middle of the one and only city of love. This was not where he needed to be, especially when he felt an overwhelming amount of feelings that he didn’t want to think about regarding the Canadian who did a better job at trying to pretend he was the next Usher than any other person in the music industry. He knew he should move, walk away from the boy or head back down to the others because that wasn’t what he wanted to do. Despite the fact that he wouldn’t admit it to himself, he wanted to be around Justin, wanted to spend time with him and talk with him like a normal person; to hold him and kiss him and just be with him and not have to worry about any of the nonsense that went on in his head. It just wasn’t like that, couldn’t be like that. “Why are we up here anyway?” He glanced over at the boy for just a moment, trying to pass it off as a simple look instead of one of those that came with millions of thoughts that he ignored about Justin. “Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, be inside where it’s safe or something?” He peered over the side of he rooftop, almost certain that he could see the little speckle of fans standing outside the hotel and Louis wondered for a moment how long some of them ended up staying around to see if they’d come out and just how mental they were. Granted, he would’ve done the same thing if he was anywhere near his idol, but that wasn’t the case anymore and these were the thoughts that Louis focused on to keep from looking at Justin, from trying to ignore those feelings of wanting to press himself against him and just kiss him like it was the last chance he’d ever have, because that was real, true love and Louis wasn’t in love. He refused to admit that he was in love with Justin, even if everyone could see it.