We MaDe It

7.

Harry stepped outside the hotel suite onto its terrace, clad in shorts ready for a dive in the pool. The room had its own rooftop pool, it was nowhere near infinity pool Singapore but it had spectacular views. And Harry was all about the views. There were comfy colourful sun loungers, lined with soft towels he intended to lie in and soak the sun afterwards. He inhaled the cool, breeze air and looked up at the blue skies, then down at the blue sea, as the tide turned the water into waves--

"Move, you're blocking the rays."

Harry turned to Liam who had just disturbed his beautiful thoughts. He wanted to soak the sun but not roast under it, like Liam had clearly done with his blotched chest and face.

"You're going to turn into a lobster if you're not careful." Harry warned.

Liam took a chance to rehydrate, and took a gulp of his cocktail before settling back on the lounger, a grin on his face. "This will turn into a nice tan by tomorrow. Worry about your own pale skin, mate, I'm good."

"Okay." Harry said before diving into the pool.

A few laps later he was satisfied with his relaxed muscles and he got out. There was a drink waiting for him on the small table by the lounger, brought in for him by the concierge, courtesy of Zayn he's certain of that. Liam was still enjoying the rays.

He decided to join him, choosing a lounger under a shade to lie down on, not bothering to dry himself.

"You need to put on a suncream before you turn into Patrick." Harry chuckled picking up his drink.

"Who's Patrick?" Liam asked genuinely confused.

"You've got kids, Liam, surely you know who Patrick is."

It took Liam a moment for things to click, "Oh, Patrick from Spongebob."

"Yep, that Patrick. He rocks the pink skin and you don't. Sorry, mate."

Liam laughed deciding to put on a sunscreen.

"We're good?" Harry asked watching him, as Liam layered his skin with the lotion.

"Why wouldn't we be? It's all water under the bridge." Liam answered knowing what Harry was relating the question to.

"Zayn means the world to me, when he's upset about something, it upsets me too. As his husband, it is my job to protect him when he comes to me crying about what was said to him, regardless who the person is behind that upset. You understand, right?"

"I understand, Haz, believe me I do." Liam said turning to face him, "And I wanted to take back what I said the minute I said it."

"Why did you say just because he cheated he should understand? Why bring that up?"

"It was like a defensive mechanism." Liam shrugged his shoulders, "It's like, I know I've done wrong, and because I didn't want to be judged, I went all defensive.

"Zayn would never have judged you, Liam, not ever and you know that.
He looks up at you." Harry changed position, sitting straight up so he was facing him, "Do you remember when we found out about Yasmeen?"

"You walked out on him, who can forget that." Liam replied.

"Yes, I did." Harry nodded, "And while I don't mind that being said to my face, I would feel differently if Yasmeen were to come to me crying because someone said that to her, in a defensive mode. You get me?"

"Yeah, I do. I felt so guilty you know that Zayn was so upset he wouldn't talk to me. And don't freak out about people knowing your business, but I confided to Sheila about our fight."