This one is dedicated to dmc1963 because you voted for my summary :)

A/N: Hey guys. I know it's been a while. I'm sorry. But now I'm finally done with my A-levels so yay:) I'm going to try to update as much as possible now since I have ideas for more books but I don't want to start another one before I'm done with this one so...

In case you've forgotten what happened (which I assume will be the case) There is a summary in the last chapter;) 

Thank you for staying:)

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Serenity was flowing through his veins, soaking every fibre of his body, absorbing the feeling of the pleasant sun and the warmed sand caressing his skin. In this moment, Harry thought nothing could bring him out of this peacefulness. Not even a complaining Louis.

Harry didn't see what his problem was. It was absolutely wonderful on this beach this Monday afternoon. And it wasn't even crowded since it was a normal work day and nowhere in Europe was holiday time, at least not that Harry knew of.

It seemed to he Louis' thing, complaining. A smile hushed over Harry's lips. 

On the first day of their little vacation it had started already. Harry had taken Louis by his word and organized the most tourist-like activity he came up with. He didn't mean to annoy Louis, but he had always wanted to see some Italian art so naturally they went to the art gallery.

"A museum?!" Louis had exclaimed, "The first day and you take me to the museum?"

Harry had grinned at him, "It's a cool museum. It's one of the most famous ones in the world." 

But Louis hadn't really been listening, didn't want to listen. Instead he had rambled, "Did you change your mind? We don't have to hang out, you know. Do you not really want to spend time with me after all?"

"What? No!" Harry had protested, but Louis had ignored him again.

"You can just say it. You don't have to kill me. Do you want me to die of boredom?"

"Louis, you're acting like a child." Harry all but scolded, trying to keep his chuckles to himself.

"I do not." Louis had grumbled, stomping his foot like an angry toddler. 

Harry grinned at the memory.

"What are you grinning at?" Louis asked, throwing sand on his stomach, "Are you getting enjoyment from my pain?" Harry laughed quietly. He kind of loved Louis' penchant for being over-dramatic. It was a sharp contrast to the strict rationality that he was confronted with in his work life, "What are you laughing at now, Harold? You are way too amused for someone who likes to spend his time passively getting burned red by the sun."

Harry was still chuckling quietly, his eyes still closed, relaxing with his arms folded behind his head, that he didn't notice Louis getting suspiciously quiet... 

...until there was a quick tug on the waistband of his swimming trunks, so fast he didn't even have time to react. Harry quickly sat up, an unpleasant feeling in his pants area. He had the urge to scratch it but that would be incredibly inappropriate, not to mention embarrassing, seeing as an entirely too pleased looking Louis was grinning at him.

Harry glared at him, "Did you just put sand in my swimming trunks?"

Louis shrugged, lips curled into a smug smirk, "Hmm..." He faux-mused, "I don't know, but... wouldn't it be really scary if it wasn't me? So... it wouldn't be the worst thing that could have happened to you."

Harry tried to maintain the most menacing glare he could conjure, but a giggle was bubbling up his throat without permission, so instead of trying to look angry he let the laugh escape his mouth and lunged at Louis. He ended up wrestling him into a perfect cuddle position.

Well, it would have been perfect if Louis would just stop squirming, trying to get out from where he was stuck halfway underneath Harry. He told him as much but Louis just huffed, continuing to struggle against Harry's grip, but his attempts were getting weaker until he fully relaxed. Harry hummed happily against the other man's soft hair.

It was reminiscent of the night three days prior. Harry had stayed over at Louis' to cook for him. After watching Navy CIS LA until three in the morning they fell into Louis' bed, tangled up in each other. They hadn't really done much else except for cuddling and holding hands. Harry was unsure how far this arrangement went.

But it didn't matter. This was enough for now. Harry loved cuddling. And cuddling with Louis was even better.

In the morning Harry had made full English breakfast for Louis and the older man had claimed it was the best English breakfast he had ever eaten and that breakfast was the only thing that was better back in Great Britain than in Italia, at least food wise. Harry wasn't sure if Louis just perceived his breakfast as 'the best' because he hadn't had English breakfast in ages or because it was really that good, but he had blushed at Louis' compliments anyways.

"Harry?" Louis asked softly. Harry hummed in acknowledgement. "Can you kiss me?" 

Harry shot up, bracing himself with his forearm so he could look down into his face. Louis looked uncertain, like he was afraid of something, Harry's answer maybe, like Harry would ever turn down a chance to kiss him. "Are you sure?" Harry asked softly.

Louis' short nod of conformance was all Harry needed to carefully lean down and lay his lips over Louis'. Gosh, this was what Harry had been waiting for these last few days. His whole body was tingling at the sensation of Louis' lips responding to his, his soft skin underneath Harry's fingertips. He tilted his head a bit more to the right to get a better angle, kissing him deeper, more sensual.

But before it could go much further, Louis' hands, that had made a path down Harry's abs and up again, were pushing at his chest and Harry, being caught by surprise, fell back onto his back.

In no time Louis was on his feet again, "Now come into the water with me." He demanded.

"No." Harry groaned, laying back and closing his eyes again since the sun was dazzling, "It's so cold."

Louis scoffed, "Then what did we go here for. To sit in in the car for over an hour?"

Another smile hushed over Harry's lips. That was one more occasion Louis took great time to complain about, the long car drives. Harry loved them. They were calm and they had much time to talk because there was barely anything to do besides singing along with music from their phones or the radio. Harry knew Louis loved the car rides too, he just loved complaining more.

"To lie on the sunny beach." Harry answered Louis' question.

"What are we? Grandpa's?" Louis' arms flailed around, "Besides, the sun isn't that great. It's almost autumn."

"See," Harry said, relaxing and closing his eyes, "It's not warm enough. It's autumn."

"Hey," Louis kicked Harry's leg, "I said it's almost autumn. And that means that the sun isn't that hot, but the water is still warm because it can store the warmth better than air, or sand."

Harry frowned, "Okay, umm...well, it's still too cold."

Louis was quiet for a few seconds before he suggested, "Okay, how's this? You come into the water with me immediately and I let you kiss me again?"

Well, that was that.

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After that it got really out of hand. But you couldn't really blame Harry. It was just so easy for everything to fall into place with Louis. And Louis never complained when Harry acted upon the urge to kiss him. 

It also didn't take that much for them to go further.

They had decided to take a stroll through the stalls on the market. There were cute accessories and souvenirs for the tourists, but also stalls with clothing, often quite colourful. Their hands were intertwined and swinging between them.

Something on one of the clothes hangers at a small stall caught Harry's eyes. It was turquoise and whatever it was, Harry guessed it was beautiful. Harry tugged Louis to the stall and pulled out the right hanger. Louis easily followed, Harry having done this several times this afternoon. An Asian looking man hovered about three meters away from them, most probably the vendor. 

Harry pulled out the piece of clothing that turned out to be a rather colourful jacket. The turquoise fabric was embroidered with a green and red, almost pink, complicated pattern. It looked Indian but Harry wasn't an expert in that category. It was thin, not really material to keep anyone warm on a cold day, but it looked handmade and so beautiful. 

While Harry was talking to the vendor about the price Louis somehow wasn't by his side anymore. He didn't really notice until he payed and wanted to turn to Louis and tell him that they could go on. He ended up spotting him two stalls further, talking to a black haired man, probably Louis' age.

When Harry approached them he noticed them talking in quick Italian. He decided to stand next to Louis and wait until they were done. He couldn't understand anything anyways. Louis shot him a soft smile in aknowledgement but continued to listen to his Italian friend. Well, Harry guessed he was his friend. 

They continued talking for a while and Harry zoned out. Somewhere between those incomprehensible words Louis said his name and that guy shot Harry a smile and a nod so he guessed Louis had introduced him but that was it. It wasn't that bad though. Harry looked around the commodity that was visible from the spot he was standing on and he also got to watch Louis interact with a friend. Louis was always so animated and comfortable with everyone.

Harry wondered if all those times he thought there was something between them was just Louis being himself, nice and charming to everyone. But before he could dwell on it too much Louis said 'Ciao' and some quick words to his friend and took Harry's hand to see other stalls. Maybe that was good, Harry didn't want his mood to be ruined.

"Zayn invited us to his party." Louis told him.

"Oh, when?" 

"Tomorrow evening. Do you wanna go?"

"Umm..." Harry wasn't sure. On one hand it could be fun, a party with Louis, seeing what kind of social group he was in. But on the other hand, this party would be full of Italian people he couldn't understand and maybe Louis would rather be with his friends than with Harry and he would just feel like a liability and stand in a dark corner alone. Also, Harry didn't want to repeat the club incident. He gripped Louis' hand harder at that thought.

Louis seemed to have caught on, "Hey, we don't have to go. I was just saying."

"No, no. We can go." Harry protested. "I don't want to stop you from hanging out with your friends. Or having fun or whatever."

Louis smiled at him softly, "I have fun with you, you know that right?" Harry smiled back, blushing.

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They ended up at the party. Louis had promised to not leave Harry's side. And although Harry still had his apprehensions he trusted Louis to not leave him in some dark corner and run away with someone else.

At first, the party had been fairly tame. The music was quiet enough to make comfortable conversations and most people just sipped on some beers carefully, feeling like it wasn't the time to get drunk yet. 

But that had changed pretty fast. People who had just been talking about their work to their friends three hours prior were now sucking off the face of a complete stranger. Well, not everyone but you get the point.

Harry didn't blame them though. He wasn't any better. Except that instead of snogging a stranger he was snogging Louis. Really, how could it be any different.

You also couldn't blame Harry. He had to stand by Louis' side the whole night. Louis with his loose tank top and way too tight jeans. Louis interacting lively with his friends, talking in beautiful fluid Italian. He was always so animated , talking with his whole body and out of his heart, even if it were ridiculous topics. The topics had grown more and more ridiculous the drunker Louis got and Harry was getting really giggly, both from Louis' talking and the alcohol influence.

Granted, while Louis was talking to his friends in Italian Harry couldn't understand anything, but Louis sometimes let an English comment slip and made a great effort to involve Harry from time to time. Louis' friends sometimes had tried to include him too but soon they had been falling into their natural interaction again.

Now though, Louis was grinding on Harry, his breath falling from his snogged, swollen lips onto Harry's neck, getting him riled up. Harry tightened his grip on Louis' shoulders, trying to get closer although that was barely possible. Louis' hands were settling on his arse and Harry's skin was still tingling from where Louis had ran his hands over under his shirt.

"Wanna leave?" Louis mumbled into his ear, nosing behind his ear. Harry shivered and nodded quickly. 

They stumbled out of the house after a short distance but way too long walk through drunk, sweaty bodies. Louis didn't bother saying goodbye to his friends who probably were way too occupied with themselves. 

In the fresh air Harry felt the drunken haze dampen a bit. But not enough to not stumble like a new born deer. Louis grabbed his waist to hold him steady, well, steadier. "Whoa there, you sure you can walk home now?" 

Zayn's house wasn't far from Louis' so they had walked over here and agreed to go back together when they had enough. But right now Harry felt like it was too much effort to stand, let alone walk, especially in a state like that, drunk and turned on. 

"No, wanna go." Harry slurred, holding onto Louis tightly like he was scared he would leave him, "Wanna fuck you."

"No, babe." Louis said sweetly. He was handling the alcohol better than Harry, but his words were still slower and more slurred than usual, "Tonight, I'm gonna fuck you." He bit at Harry's neck.

Harry groaned, "Yesss, want that, Lou."

"But first," Louis mumbled against his cheek, "We have to get home."

Harry tilted his head a bit so he could meet Louis' lips in a dirty kiss. Louis went along easily, sucking on Harry's tongue when Harry broke the barrier through Louis' lips. It was messy and dirty but neither of them minded and they were way too drunk to manage anything different. 

It took a while but eventually Louis succeeded in pulling back and squeezed Harry's waist, "Come on, let's go home."

Harry groaned, "Okay, let's get a cab."

"Harry, it will take even longer and I am short on money right now." Louis reasoned and took Harry's hand, making him stumble after Louis helplessly. That's how they made their way to the flat, Louis speed walking and Harry stumbling after him, too hazy to do anything else.

Fortunately, the walk through fresh air made their heads clear up a bit more. As soon as they were in the warmth of the flat Louis rushed into the kitchen, "Let's drink something first so we won't be too hung over tomorrow." He reasoned, handing Harry a glass of water and chugging his own down quickly. 

As soon as Harry was done Louis snagged the empty glass from his hand, slamming it into the sink, and pulled him into a deep kiss. He kissed him like he was craving it, like there was nothing else he wanted to be doing than kissing Harry, which, maybe he did at the moment.

By the time they managed to find the bedroom, Harry falling backwards into the sheets with Louis on top of him, almost all of their clothes were shed except for Harry's underwear and Louis' jeans. Louis urged Harry to lay back into the pillows before making his way down until he reached Harry's waistband. The way Harry's erection bounced when he pulled the pants down made Louis giggle.

Harry groaned, "Come on." He tuned to the bedside table and ruffled through the drawers until he found a bottle of lube in the second one. At the same time, Louis managed to wrestle Harry's pants off his ridiculously long legs. Harry handed him the lube and he hummed in appreciation, settled between the bare legs but didn't immediately start by lubing up his fingers and prepare Harry. 

That didn't come until Harry was withering and groaning from the wet heat of Louis' mouth surrounding his hard-on. Harry wasn't even able to concentrate on the finger Louis was wriggling inside him until he brushed his spot. 

He jolted and made Louis choke in the process. He was apologizing incoherently but Louis shushed him, leaning his body over Harry's to kiss and reassure him. Harry was so riled up that the whole time Louis fingered him was just a haze of burning pleasure and incoherent sounds. Harry loved the way Louis felt above him. It was like everything else around him was gone.

"Ready?" Louis mumbled against his lips. Harry nodded jerkily, letting his head fall back into the pillow while Louis carefully pulled his fingers out. Louis made great effort at hurrying to rip off his jeans and pants in one go and sheath his shaft with a condom and lube. In record time he was leaning over the riled up Harry again, kissing his breath out of him. 

Harry whimpered and  hissed a "Yes" when he felt Louis pressing his hips to Harry's questioningly. Luckily Louis didn't need much more to press against Harry's hole, his arm supporting him above Harry. When he started to push in Harry broke the kiss in favour of burying his face in the older mans shoulder, holding onto him tightly. Louis kissed his temple softly, "Okay?" 

Harry nodded into Louis shoulder, "Go on."

So he did. By the time Louis was completely surrounded by Harry he gritted through his teeth in effort not to move before Harry gave him the permission. Fortunately for him, Harry was impatient too and urged him on by pushing his hips down. Louis let out a strangled moan and pulled out a bit before pushing in again, only testing the waters. Harry whimpered, "Come on."

At that Louis started to fuck him in earnest, angling his hips so he would hit Harry's spot with every thrust and Harry was helpless to do anything but hold onto Louis and moan in pleasure. The only word he seemed to know at that moment was Louis, "Louis, Louis, Louis, yes."

Louis seemed no better, lost in the pleasure, lost in the way Harry felt and sounded and how their worlds were narrowed down to each other and nothing else. 

And considering the incredible pleasure neither of the two have ever felt with anyone else, paired with the alcohol still running through their veins, it wasn't bound to last long. It still surprised both of them when the wave of ecstasy and bliss hit a rock and Harry released with a barely coherent moan  of "Louis".

Louis' hips stuttered and he followed, shivering with the aftershocks. Louis' arms weren't able to hold himself up any longer so he gave up and fell onto Harry. 

It took them a while to calm down from their highs but before anything else could be done, like cleaning up, the alcohol and tiredness of the late hour kicked in and they were passed out.

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They regretted that in the morning. Not the activities, but the passing out part. Louis groaned when Harry shook him awake to complain about their stickiness and grossness and his headache. 

"Why don't you get water and a towel then?" Louis grumbled and buried himself deeper into the sheets.

"My ass hurts."

Louis opened his eyes and sat up at the embarrassed sounding admission. "Are you okay? I'm gonna get you something. Two seconds, okay?"

Before Harry could say anything, assure him that he was okay, Louis was already rushing out of the room. He came back with a wet towel and a bottle of water. Handing Harry the water, he ran the towel over Harry's upper body. "We can shower later. Are you okay?"

Harry laughed fondly, "Louis, it's okay, really."

"You sure?" Louis fussed.

Harry chuckled, laying back down and getting Louis into cuddle position with him, "I'm sure." He paused before shyly admitting, "I like it when you top."

"Yeah?" Louis grinned, a bit cockyly.

"On the other hand," Harry continued, cheekily squeezing Louis' ass, "You also have a great bottom to bottom."

"Oh gosh." Louis groaned, burying his face into Harry's shoulder. Harry giggled. He felt great. Everything was great.

For now.

A/N: I wanted to put more into this chapter but it would have been so long so... it's going to be in the next chapter:)