Shh pretend he has his tattoos^^

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"Fucking faggot," growled the boy, his dark overgrown quiff falling a bit lazily as he swung forward, hitting the other person. Harry grunted, and opened his eyes. Though suddenly he wasn't there anymore, he was in his bathroom, with pills scattered all over the counter, and the water laying red and still in the tub, filling up rapidly.

"No!" he screamed, the traumatizing event seeming to reoccur. He backed up into the wall, and with trembling fingers opened the door, slamming it behind him.

That's when he realized that it wasn't his bathroom, or even his house. But Louis', who was standing right in front of him, a grimace on his face.

"I don't love you, you're worthless."

Harry sat up furiously, sobbing as he saw Louis kneeling in his lap in front of him, with his hands on his shoulders. "Louis," he cried, and wrapped his arms around him.

Louis sighed, kissing the top of Harry's head over and over, "It's okay, its okay, c'mere," the older man whispered, tears in his eyes as he dug his face into the boys curls, relaxing. "It's just a dream. I love you angel," he whispered to him, and moved to his side to lay them both down. Louis helped remove Harry's tshirt, as he was sweating from most likely the nightmare and the hot weather of the night.

Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' waist, and pressed his face into his boyfriends neck. "I love you," he spoke quietly, sighing as his heartbeat slowed down from his fright.

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Kisses were being planted all over his face, and he could hear a small voice over his sleep calling his name. Though Harry just moved his arm, and pulled Louis down on top of him, snuggling once again.

"Good morning angel," the older man giggled, pressing a kiss to Harry's chest.

"Good morning, love," the boy replied, sinking lower into the bed, "I don't want to get up," he mumbled.

"Too bad. I made a breakfast for everyone. I set you a plate too but it won't eat itself. Up you get you lazy bum," he said, kissing Harry's lips before kneeling up, pulling his boyfriend with him. Only to have Harry fall right back down on purpose and take Louis down with him.

The smaller man laid on top of the larger, and Harry smiled, admiring the cute little pout on Louis' lips before kissing it away. Louis, of course, gave in then, and accepted the gesture, kissing back and letting his fingers tangle into Harry's curls. He sighed in content as Harry carefully flipped them over, making sure not to break the kiss. He parted his lips, and let Louis' tongue slide through as his free hand roamed up and down Louis' side.

There was a knock on the door, and Harry pulled away, sighing before he moved off of his boyfriend, and faced the doorway. "Boys your food is getting cold," Jay called.

Not that you-

"Shut up," Harry mumbled to himself, shaking the voices out of the way. Louis smiled, seeing Harry talk back to the voices and stand up for himself. He had seen him do it for two years in a row, but it still amazed him how far his angel had come.

Both boys stood from the bed, and Harry made sure to throw on a pair of shorts before entering the kitchen. He blushed, seeing Louis smirking at him, but grabbed his plate, and heated up his now cold food. The two boys ate in a comfortable silence, and Louis was kind enough to put both of their dishes into the dishwasher before joining his boyfriend.

"Wanna go out to the beach?" Harry asked, gulping down his pill with water.

Louis shook his head, and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist from the front. "I think our parents planned something with a boat or something," he sighed, resting his head against Harry's chest. The other boy snaked his arms around Louis' shoulders, and kissed the top of his head.

At that moment Jay and Anne strode into the room with the twins and Fizzy. Anne stopped and placed her hand on her hip. "Boys you're suppose to be getting changed. Go get swim trunks," she ordered, and the two boys scurried out of the kitchen back into their room.

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"I'll go if you go first," Harry said, looking over into the water. Louis grinned, and nodded.

"Deal," he stated, and stepped up onto the railing, "so god help me if I die," he chuckled, and held his breath before jumping in.

Harry could see his body through the water, as well as the bubbles that arose when he came up to the surface. So soon enough Harry jumped over as well, and joined his boyfriend in the water.

"It's warm," the younger lad cooed, leaning his head back to soak his curls. "Are the others coming in?" he asked, looking back up to where they came in from.

"I think the girls were going to join," Louis shrugged, circling his arms to keep afloat. Harry shook it off, and swam closer to the smaller man. "C'mere babe," he spoke, pulling him closer as he kept himself above water. "I've told you before that these yellow swim trunks look fabulous on you right?" he mumbled.

Harry's cheeks turned bright red, and he chuckled, "Yeah maybe," he muttered, moving his hand to Louis' cheek when the older boy kissed him.

"They're also short and show off your ass," Louis said only loud enough for him to hear.

Harry's cheeks flushed, and he held back as smile. Instead he just pushed his lips back onto Louis', who instantly hummed in response and kissed back a bit more forcefully, allowing Harry to slide his tongue past his part lips.

"I love you," Harry muttered, reattaching their lips.

Louis nibbled at the younger mans bottom lip, "I love you more," he insisted, and then whined in protest when the warmth of Harry's skin wasn't on his.

"C'mon, let's go back onto the boat if we're gonna keep kissing. I don't want you or I to drown because of it," he chuckled lightly, kissing the smaller man and smiling at him before he swam back to the edge of the boat and climbed up the ladder. And no, the word drowned definitely didn't bring back a slight flashback from that day he almost did.

Visions of the red water laying still made Louis shudder, and he snapped his eyes shut, not daring to reimagine what he had seen in that bathroom. Though it was like he didn't have a choice, as it flashed through his head. Instantly he gasped, his eyes flying back open to see a sympathetic Lottie in front of him. "It's okay, Lou," she told him.

"It's okay," Louis muttered, and when Harry called to him, laughing as he had just been staring out to nowhere he smiled, and quickly joined his boyfriend.

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The two families had been on the boat for a bit more than three hours, swimming, talking, and watching as a swarm of Dolphins swam by, before deciding to get back to the house, where they would all most likely go into their rooms, to the beach, or into the living room to watch a film.

Louis and Harry, who had been spaced out for ten minutes until they got home, chose their room. The shorter boy instantly jumped onto the bed, and snuggled into the pillow. "My hair feels weird," he mumbled, "it feels like... greasy."

Harry stood next to the bed, "That's cause of the salt water. Come on love," he nodded towards the bathroom, and Louis was up in an instant. A smile on his face as he entered the large bathroom with his boyfriend. Because Harry knew that Louis loved having people wash and play with his hair, even if those "people" only acquired to Harry.

Both boys quickly stripped and hopped into the steaming water, Louis humming in content when he felt large fingers massaging his scalp.

"Thanks Haz."

"S'no problem love."