Even though we both were awoken by the thunder a couple of times last night, it still was the best sleep we’ve gotten in a long time. The bed is way more comfortable than the van and my back doesn’t hurt for once when I wake up at eleven in the morning.

Harry is already scrolling around on his phone a bit, smiling when he sees me. “Morning”, he whispers and puts his phone away, “Thought you were gonna sleep forever already.”

I shake my head slightly and rub my eyes. “How much money did you safe because of travelling with me?”

Harry raises an eyebrow. “Not much, to be honest. I didn’t take much with me. Why?”

I groan lowly. “I really wanted to stay here for one more night.”

He nods. “If you want that. I’m sure we can manage somehow. You might have to borrow me some money but you’ll get it back once we’re home.”

“Yay”, I say, smiling and pressing a wet kiss to his cheek, “Thank you.”

He smiles broadly and pulls me in for a proper kiss. We stay close for some time and I enjoy his arm wrapped around my waist, his finger resting on my tummy.

“I think you woke up too late for breakfast”, Harry mumbles.
“Lunch for breakfast, then?” I snuggle a bit closer, smelling the apple shampoo in his hair.

“Sure, why not. Any other plans for today?”

I shake my head. “You?”

“Nope”, he says, popping the ‘p’, “If you’re okay with that I’d just stay in all day. Do nothing.”

I smile with a small nod. “Sounds good if you ask me.”

I sit up and stretch my arms before tilting my neck so it cracks a little. “Ew”, Harry says and fists my shoulder softly, “Don’t do that. You’re gonna break you neck or something.”

He pulls me back down a little so we’re facing each other and lifts his hand to carefully trace over my cheek with his thumb, smiling softly. “You’re beautiful”, he mumbles, brushing through my hair.
I try not to blush and stare at his pillow instead of looking at him, trying to deal with the compliment. “You can look at me, babe, stop looking away every time I say something nice.”

“You caught me”, I mumble and it makes him chuckle lowly before he carefully tilts my chin up so I’m forced to look at him, stare at those green eyes that make me want to drown in them and look away again at the same time.

No one ever quite talked to me like Harry does. Yes, I’ve been told that I’m hot, that I’m handsome or fit. When we were both drunk, kissing messily in some club. I haven’t been told that I’m beautiful, not like this, not with someone looking at me as if they meant it.

“No, really, you don’t believe me, do you?”, Harry asks, moving so he’s straddling me, his mouth hovering above mine before he presses a small kiss to my lips. “You’re actually stunning. Do you know that? I think I’ll have to tell you every day from now one. Until you realize. I love your eyes”, he says, “Could stare at them all day. And your hair. It’s so fluffy, I wanna burry my hands in them. Your-“

“Harry”, I interrupt him, trying to shove him of me, “Stop it.”

He smiles softly, tracing along my lip with his finger before kissing me again. “You really can’t deal with compliments, can you?”

I quickly shake my head and pull him down by the neck to kiss him so he finally stops talking. The butterflies in my tummy are stronger than ever when we kiss for a while, until our lips are puffy and it’s time to shower or we’ll miss lunch as well.

Harry pulls away slowly, staying close so our noses are nearly touching, smiling down at me and looking at me as if he was being honest with every word he told me, with every kiss he gave me, and it feels like a lot.

“I really like you”, he whispers, brushing our noses together in an attempt to get closer than he already is what makes us both chuckle lowly
“I really like you too, Harry.”

We stay close for some time, both too lazy and caught up in the moment to get up until Harry climbs of me again and sits up, leaning against the headboard. “Lunch is over in one hour. We need to get going, love. Otherwise, we’ll have starved at the end of the day.”

“I’m just gonna take a shower”, we both say at the same time and start laughing afterwards.

“You go first”, we say, at the same time again and I bury my face in his neck with a small smile.

“Come with me?”, he mumbles quietly, tugging at the sleeve of my shirt. I try not to squeak over him suggesting that and shrug.

“Sorry”, he says, blushing deeply, “I didn’t mean to say that. I don’t know where it came from. ‘m just gonna go now.”

He gets up from the bed and disappears in the bathroom quickly. I stare at the bathroom door, thinking about Harry’s chest and the muscles on his arms and the tattoos all over his body before getting up quickly to follow him.

I knock on the door softly and he smiles shyly when he opens the door without a shirt on, pulling me in by the hand.
It feels extremely weird to undress in front of him without being in a hurry, without kissing in between, knowing that the other doesn’t only want you for one thing.

He stares at me for some time, letting his eyes roam over my body without hesitation, pulling me a little closer to kiss me slowly. “You’re gorgeous”, he mumbles, his hand roaming over my back, “So perfect.”

I blush again because I really don’t know how to reply when he tells me things like that. We shower slowly, letting the hot water patter down on us, kissing carefully, his hands on my body as he quietly whispers the sweetest compliments into my ear. I’m not sure if I want to disappear in the drain or kiss him and confess every little feeling, he lets me feel.

“You look so cute like this”, he says with a big smile on his face and wipes a wet strand out of my face, “Like a wet puppy.”

“Can I?”, he then asks, taking his apple shampoo that’s already in the shower, the one that smells so amazingly wonderful. I nod and lean my head against his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his waist as he slowly massages the shampoo into my scalp, the scent of apple everywhere, him, everywhere.

He washes the shampoo out of my hair again, and it’s probably the first time in ages that I feel taken care of. No one ever quite put so much effort into making me feel at peace.
He kisses the top of my hair and says: “I’ll do my hair myself. You wouldn’t reach it.”

I slap his arm softly and grab the shampoo bottle before he can, tiptoeing to spill some of the liquid onto his head, massaging it all in. It takes way longer than when I do my own hair because it’s long and curly and I try to do it careful and slowly so he can feel like I do. So he can feel comfortable too, maybe.

“Thanks”, he says, leaning down to peck my lips once I’m done and rubs over my lower back in circles as he pushes me a bit closer to him.

“Come here”, he says, tangling his other hand up in my hair, kissing along the side of my face slowly, “You smell good.”
I chuckle. “Did you just compliment your own scent?”

He rolls his eyes and nods. “I wouldn’t use it if I didn’t like it. But I kind of even like it better on you.”

I smile and pull his face down carefully to kiss him properly, his tongue slipping into my mouth easily as we stumble back against the wall slowly, me leaning against it, his body hovering over mine without us breaking the kiss.

We don’t talk as we kiss for some more time, the water falling down next to us, the room getting damp so we don’t even start to freeze. I’m glad about that because I really don’t feel like leaving ever again, not with him right next to me.

It gets a little breathless as we continue kissing, his body pressing against mine, our chests and groins and lips and he moans into my mouth ever so quietly what makes my knees give in already.
“Can I?”, he whispers, letting his hand wander down my chest and over my tummy, slipping it down onto my thighs, rubbing circles into my skin with his thumb.

I nod tightly and let my head rest against the cold wall, enjoying his hands, his touch, his words, his soft breathing in my neck, the small kisses he trails along my throat.
The water pattering down on the floor next to us swallows my quite pants, his little whispers and the sounds of kissing, but we’re so close, I can hear every compliment he tells me while he touches me, softly but like he knows what he’s doing.

I push him away a little so I can get access to touching him as well, letting my hands roam over his body, touching him as well, waiting for him to lean down to kiss me with a little more force than before, his hand on the back of my head steadying me, holding me close.

I moan lowly to which in response, he kisses me some more, whispering to me how perfect I am and, in this moment, I almost believe it.
When it’s over, the only thing to be heard is the pattering of the water that’s slowly turning colder and our rapid breathing, him smiling at me softly, brushing over my cheek with the back of his hands.

“You’re so beautiful”, he says, “So fucking perfect, Louis. So lucky to have met you on this trip, god.”

I don’t really know what to do with all those feelings in my chest, so I just smile and lean into his chest again. “I feel very lucky too”, I mumble, “happy as well. This would’ve been so goddamn boring without you; you made my summer so much better.”

“As nice as this is”, Harry mumbles after another five minutes of us hugging, “I’m pretty sure there’s like half an hour of lunchtime left and besides that, I feel bad about the water bill.”

I laugh and nod, turning of the water and taking two towels, handing him one of them. We walk out of the shower with towels wrapped around both of our hips, getting dressed in silence. I wait for him on the bed once I’m done because apparently his hair care routine takes forever. When he comes back, there’s only quarter an hour left of us still being able to get food, so he offers me a hand and helps me off the bed before we both slip into shoes.

“Wait”, Harry says and takes the key card from the nightstand, slipping it into his pocket and taking my hand. “I’m allowed to do this any time now, aren’t I?”

I smile and nod rapidly. “Yes please.”

He chuckles lowly and stops walking, spinning me in to kiss me again. “You make me so happy.”

“Promise we’ll stay like this after this trip too”, I say as we continue walking down the carpeted hallway, “This isn’t just a summer thing, right?”

Harry presses the button of the elevator and quickly shakes his head. “No, baby. ‘course not.”

I feel so happy the whole time we have dinner, eating my pasta but staring at Harry the whole time, chuckling quietly when he catches me staring, bumping my foot into his every now and then.

We walk back to the elevator hand in hand, butterflies all over my tummy. He kisses all over my face once we’re in and it gets a bit embarrassing when the door opens and there’s two girls about our age entering, but they just smile and when I look at their intertwined hands, I smile even more as I let my head rest against Harry’s chest.

“Have a nice holiday”, one of the girls says as we leave again and I smile and wave at them before the door closes again.

“Thank God it wasn’t some old, homophobic couple”, Harry says and we laugh quietly before entering our room again.

“I am so tired from doing nothing”, Harry says and runs over to the bed, jumping on it.

I laugh quietly and throw myself into the bed next to him, wrapping my arms around his chest and kissing him quickly.

“Hi”, he says and points to the TV, “feel like watching some?”

I nod and cuddle closer. Harry covers us both with the big, fluffy blanket and turns on the TV. We stay like that for the next two hours, zipping through the channels, both falling asleep after an hour or so, lulled to sleep by the boring voice of some nature documentary.

When we wake up again, it’s already four in the afternoon and the loud ringing of my phone makes me nearly die of a heart attack.

Harry groans next to me as he opens his eyes slowly and glares at me, trying to look angry as I take the call.

“Hi mum”, I say, smiling down at Harry, who’s blinking sleepily, apologetically.

“Hi baby. Was just wondering if everything’s fine. Haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“I’m good. We decided to stay at a hotel last night because of the storm so that’s why I didn’t really had a lot to tell, sorry for not reaching out.”

“We?”, mum asks and I can hear the confusion in her voice through the phone, “Who are you staying with, honey?”

I bite my lip and slap my hand to my forehead as if that would make anything better and hear Harry chuckling next to me.
“Lou?”, mum asks, “Are you still there?"

“Yeah, um”, I start, kicking Harry’s leg under the blanket because he won’t stop laughing at me, “I’m just-“

Harry actually has the audacity to hiss loudly even though my kick for sure didn’t hurt so much and I try to kill him with looks.

“I better not ask”, mum says, “Just don’t do anything stupid. I know meeting people is fun and all, but there’s all kinds of guys out there. I want you home safe in three days.”

“I know, mum. I’m being careful, don’t worry about me. He’s not a murderer.”

Harry nods in agreement and shows a thumb up what makes me chuckle a little. “How are you though?”, I ask, trying to somehow turn the conversation around.

“We’re doing good. We’ll start preparing the birthday party tomorrow. I won’t disrupt any longer, baby, just wanted to check you’re okay.”

“Alright”, I say, “Thank you, mum. Excited to see you all again. Love you.”

“I love you too. Take care”, she says and I know she’s worrying like always.

I hang up and take my pillow to slam it into Harry’s face once. “You dummy”, I say but can’t continue to be bad because he laughs and pulls me in for a peck on the forehead and it makes everything a bit better somehow.

“Now she’ll be worrying about me for the next two days”, I say, smiling but stopping when Harry’s face darkens a little.
“I’m sad”, he says, “That’s not long enough.”

I snuggle closer and nod slowly. “We are basically neighbours. Ten minutes with the underground and we’ll be at each others flats. We can manage that.”

He nods. “I know we can. This is just nicer than uni and being back home and having to face reality again.”

I brush through his soft curls with my hand and nod. “I know. Don’t think about it yet, baby. Let’s at least enjoy those last few days properly, alright?”
He nods against and takes my hand into his. We stay for that for a while talking while another stupid show is playing in the background, cuddling until we’re both hungry again.

“Room service?”, I ask, “I don’t feel like going down there again and it’s not gonna be that much money, is it?” why
Harry quickly shakes his head to convince us both and takes the menu from the nightstand, handing it to me. “Choose.”

I nod and we both choose pizza that arrives after just a few minutes. It’s probably only some frozen pizza but it tastes surprisingly well, especially since we also have milkshake and lemonades with it.

We eat while trying to understand all the drama going on in our series, his hand in mine, his side pressed against mine and I feel so, so comfortable.

We spend the evening eating our last bag of crisps, watching series and talking about everything. When it’s not even that late, we turn of TV and light and Harry covers us with the big blanket. I move closer to him and carefully wrap my arms around him from behind, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight, baby”, I whisper and blush at my own words. I never say things like that.

“Goodnight, Louis”, Harry whispers back, “Thanks for making this the best trip I could’ve asked for.”

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omg I'm so sorry i COMPLETELY forgot to post-

there's a lot going on rn so I didn't remember hsjshss

hope you enjoyed and now I'll try to update regularly again cause I've already got the whole story finished