LAX is Harry's favorite airport in the world. Why? No clue. It's crowded and loud like every other major airport, but for some reason anytime he landed in LA everything just seemed a little bit better. So when the Captain informed Harry at the beginning of the second flight that they would be landing in Los Angeles where the sun was shining and it was a temperate 74 degrees, Harry turned to Louis with a giant smile. Louis looked at Harry with a slightly concern expression.

"Yes?"

"LA?"

Louis eyebrows creased together, "Is that alright?"

Harry laid his head on Louis' shoulder, "It's perfect."

Louis breathed out in relief, "Good, because you don't really have a choice now."

They got off the plane and retrieved their bags. It was early Wednesday morning so it wasn't all that packed, and they were lucky enough that they got a rental and out of the airport in about an hour. Louis was driving, with Zayn shotgunning, and Harry in the back. He drove them to their hotel and they finally got to settle in after over twelve hours of travel. Louis fell flat on the bed in one of the rooms and pulled Zayn down with him. Zayn landed halfway on top of him and rested his head on Louis' chest. Louis sighed and curled his arms around Zayn's waist.

Harry put his bags in the closet and looked at the duo on the bed with a mix of fondness and jealousy. This whole Zayn and Louis thing was so strange to him. They fucked but they were best friends but they didn't get jealous or hateful, they just were. Harry guessed it was different for porn stars. That sex meant something different between them. He wondered if it meant something different for Louis when he was with Harry.

"Harry, don't be weird. Come 'ere," Zayn mumbled against Louis' sweatshirt. Harry exhaled a breath he didnt know he was holding and jumped on to the bed. Louis opened his other arm and pulled Harry in. Harry ended up with his face in Louis' neck and a hand playing with Zayn's hair. Zayn tensed when Harry touched him but then Louis rubbed his back and Zayn relaxed and let Harry's fingers twirl in his dark locks.

"I'm so tired, lads, I don't know if I'm going to get up again today. I'll just fall asleep like this with my two favorite people and we can do something tomorrow."

Harry tilted his head and kissed under Louis' chin. "I'm one of your favorite people?"

Louis shrugged under them, "It's not like there's much competition. I don't really do this often. I know shocker, right?" Louis teased.

"Well to be fair I met you five days ago and I've already flown to a foreign country to spend a week with you and your best friend."

"Yeah, see that's not normal for me. Actually I'm pretty sure I'm insane."

"Agreed," Zayn decided to finally contribute to the conversation.

"You're not crazy, Lou," Harry defended him. "I'm glad that you've let me come."

"I am crazy, but I'm also glad I let you come."

They must've been tired because they fell asleep like that, all tangled together.

***

Louis was in the shower while Zayn and Harry sat on the couch in the livingroom of their suite watching some poorly written daytime soap. Harry is trying to think of something witty and kind to say to Zayn that would magically make him warm up to Harry, but the only things he'd come up with are 'who does your quiff?' and 'do you have Instagram?'. He's just about to throw himself over the back of the couch when it hits him.

Louis.

The one thing Zayn cares about more than his disdain for Harry. His best friend and scene partner. Harry clears his throat and turns to Zayn on the couch. Zayn glances sideways with a bored look, but then returns to the show.

"Um, hey."

Zayn scoffs. "Hey," he says hesitantly.

"Have you ever noticed that Louis does this thing, with his shirt," Harry demonstates by pulling on the hem of his own shirt, "when he's nervous?"

Zayn laughed, "Yeah he always has. One of his ticks I guess."

"He has others?"

Zayn sat up and looked at Harry then, "A few. Why?"

Harry shrugged, "Just wondering. I thinks it's kind of cute." Harry couldn't help but smile.

Zayn gave Harry a long look, must've seen something genuine in him, and then sighed. "He crosses his arms over his stomach when he gets defensive. And he tries to hide anytime he smiles, but you can always tell because his eyes get crinkly."

Zayn was full on facing Harry now, slouched back against the arm of the couch. Harry was beaming in his success to engage Zayn in conversation. "I haven't gotten much time outside of the bedroom, but I noticed that he closes his eyes when something's too much. Like if he doesn't see what's going on he won't come."

Zayn freezes, and then so does Harry. Great job, Harry. Why don't you tell Zayn about when Louis used Zayn's cockring on you because he couldn't find his.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"He totally does that." Zayn agreed. "And he loves to touch. Sometimes he'll feel around on my back for hours even though he's felt it a hundred times."

"A hundred?" Harry said without thinking, his jealousy coming out of nowhere.

Zayn just laughed again, "Well that's a rough estimate." Zayn waves it off, but adds a cheeky, "It's probably more." They're both silent then, looking at each other. Then at the same time they both burst into laughter. Full on stomach-clutching, wheezing laughter.

"What's so funny?" Louis asks as he comes out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.

Both boys just laugh even harder.

Harry showered next, but 'convinced' Louis to join him so he wouldn't talk to Zayn about him. After exchanging hand jobs, Harry actually got clean and then went back out to Zayn who gave them a look and went to take his own shower. They got dressed together, taking three times as long because Louis disrobed Harry twice to fool around, and talked about what they wanted to do today.

"We could go to the beach," Louis suggested.

"But not up here. Let's go outside of LA, the beaches in the city are crowded."

"Newport's nice."

"Never been."

"I'll take you."

Louis nodded his agreement and they joined Zayn back in the kitchen where Harry found some fruit in the fridge. He dished it out and told Zayn their plans for the day.

"How's Newport Beach sound?"

"Never been."

"Neither's Lou."

"Sounds alright. But we need to get real food somewhere because I'm not into this fruit as a meal thing."

"Let's find a place with chicken and rice. Zayn loves that." Louis suggested while Zayn nodded around a piece of kiwi.

"Chicken and rice. Got it," Harry noted.

***

The first few days were mostly the same. Harry trying to win Zayn over, Zayn feigning mild interest, Louis and Harry having sex like rabbits all over the city, Louis and Zayn hooking up when they thought it was alright (much to Harry's chagrin), and Louis walking around in a sexed daze the whole time from getting some all the time.

Harry left to go pick up dinner and came back to loud moans coming from Zayn's bedroom. There were only two bedrooms in the suite, one for Harry and one for Zayn. Louis just got to decide which room he wanted to sleep in each night. Last night he chose Zayn's, and Harry hasn't seen either of them all day. But there's been silence until now. Harry didn't understand it! Why would Louis invited him to spend the week with him, flirt with him, sleep with him, and then turn around and fuck his best friend when Harry was in the other room? Harry tried to remind himself that sex between them was different, but he couldn't seem to grasp how Louis thought this was okay.

He dropped their food on the counter and stormed into Zayn's room. Louis was laying on his back, legs wrappred around Zayn's shoulder, while Zayn's head bobbed up and down. Louis' eyes were closed, one hand in the sheets the other in Zayn's hair, but when he heard the door hit the wall they flew open and Zayn pulled off.

"Are you fucking serious?" Harry yelled.

"Harry?" Louis' voice was airy and soft, like it was when he was close, and Harry couldn't take it. He stomped to the bed and pulled Zayn up by the back of his shirt. Louis' legs flailed for a second when they lost their purchase. Zayn pushed Harry off of him once he got his footing.

"Fuck off, mate. What the hell are you doing?" Harry was only pushed further into anger by the rasp in Zayn's voice from having Louis down his throat.

"This is ridiculous! How is it okay for you two to fuck while I'm in the next room?" Harry said with a flurry of his hands. He turned to Louis, "You brought me along. You sleep with me on a regular basis. I don't care that you guys have this professional fucking agreement between you. Can you at least not do it when you have a third person on the trip with you that you're supposedly into?"

Louis shuffled off the bed to grab his pants and slid them on, his dick only half hard now. Just that small layer of clothing seemed to dissipate some of the heat in the room. "Harry maybe I misjudged something, but I thought you understood things between me and Zayn."

"Are you kidding? No one in their right mind understands the things between you and Zayn! I just try my best to ignore when he kisses you right in front of me. Or when you leave my bed for his. But seriously do you have to have loud, middle-of-the-day sex with me around?"

"I didn't know it was a big deal to you. Zayn and I have always been," Louis floundered for a word to describe it but only came up with, "us. That's not changing anytime soon."

"I get it. You guys are close. You have sex a lot without it affecting your relationship. I mean, that's not normal, but I get that that's what you do. What I don't get it why I'm here."

Zayn was sitting on the foot of the bed, one ankle on his other knee, a serious look on a his face. "Because Louis is an idiot," he mumbled.

"Shut it, Zee," he turned back to Harry, "You're here because I like having you around. And that's saying something. I know you don't know it, but that's big."

"I don't know that. I don't know anything about you, except that you fuck your scene partner off the clock," Harry said as he threw his hand out towards Zayn, "and that you have way too much money to spend on split second decision getaways with strangers you met at a rave in Paris."

"Screen partner?" Zayn asked, offended.

"Is that not the proper name? Well sorry I'm not in the know about porn lingo" Harry said sarcastically.

"Porn?!" Louis voice went up an octave in shock, "Who the hell said anything about porn?"

"I know Louis, you don't have to pretend. I'm fine with it, mostly, I mean I'm trying, but it's okay. We all do what we do. I'm not judging."

"Judging what? Me watching porn? Cause I'm not sorry for it."

"You watch your own porn? Is that normal in your business?"

"My own porn? What the hell are you on about?"

Zayn stood up and put his arms out to shut them both up while trying not to laugh. "Lou, Harry thinks we're porn stars."

Louis mouth practically hit the floor. Harry flushed red. He was starting to feel like he'd made a mistake. "Really?" Louis asked. Harry didn't know what to do so he just shrugged. "Oh my god! Harry, I'm not a bloody porn star!"

"But you're so good in bed, and you're so open about you and Zayn, and you can buy all these nice things but I never see or hear anything about business, and then you got that call about a job and Zayn said 'you don't fuck them, they fuck you' and like I said I'm not judging, you can be a porn star," Harry was breathing hard and getting more and more red by the second.

"I'm not a porn star, Harry, and neither is Zayn," Louis confirmed.

"Then what do you do? And how do you and Zayn sleep together so much and stay just friends?"

"Uh..." Louis looked to Zayn and back to Harry, "Nope. You're right, I'm a porn star."