Strawberry Ice cream

Chapter 42

I pull up outside the entrance, the gates closed.

"Um, Lou-" Harry begins, chewing at his bottom lip.

"Yeah. I know. Fuck, Zayn is going to kill me!" I rest my head on the steering wheel with a thud. "I mean, what type of fuckery is it to make a curfew? People are on holiday to have fun! That by definition clearly means way into the night. Not everyone is sensible, having bedtime at eight every evening."

I stare at the sign on the gate saying: 7am-10pm gates remain open.

Like seriously, it's 10:12 we are late by twelve minutes. There could've been someone there for fifteen minutes after they close incase this happened. Which it clearly has.

"Guess we have to break in." Harry opens the door, closing it behind him and walking up to the gate.

I fumble out the car, shoving the keys in my pocket.

"Harry Styles! It's not like you to think of such criminal offences! I'm quite liking this bad boy look on you." I fold my arms across my chest and smirk.

He climbs up and swings his leg over the gate. "Yeah, well don't get used to it Tomlinson, this is a one off. I have a reputation to perceive."

I raise an eyebrow, using the back of my hand to contain my giggles as his long limbs very much get stuck.

"Um..." he purses his lips, looking either side of him.

"If you don't hurry up babycakes, we might get caught." I scan the low lights of the campsite dotting the reception to the left of us and casting shadows against the trees and shrubs.

"I'm kind of stuck." He pulls his leg but his foot seems to be stuck on some of the metal wiring.

I roll my eyes, a grin toying at my lips. I pull his foot away from the wire and shove him lightly, making him tumble to the floor with a thud.

He rubs his arse and winces. "Ow! Louis, that actually really hurt!" He hisses.

"Aw sorry baby!" I say sincerely. "Want me to kiss it better?"

"You know I would." Even from the low light I can see the heat dusting his ears and cheeks.

I jump over the gate- using my arms to push my body up- with ease, landing on the other side softly and hauling Harry up from the ground.

We decide to leg it back to the tents so that we don't get caught, feet thudding against the concrete.

The site around us is sleeping, only a few people mingle outside the bathrooms, toothbrushes in hand but other than that, everything is still, quiet. The moon watching over the people safely as they slumber.

That is until we round the corner and into our aisle, Niall's laughter breaks the silence and Liam's voice is raised and protesting.

"Oi oi lads!" I call, slumping into my chair and pulling Harry onto my lap. "What we laughing about here then?"

"Liam admitting to wanting to try anal," Niall wheezes, gripping to his stomach.

My eyebrows shoot up. "Oh wow, um, congrats Li! But haven't you already done anal? I mean, we've all heard you and Zayn moaning for mercy for a few nights now." My mouth turns upward on one side and Harry buries his head in the crook of my neck to hide his second hand embarrassment.

"Oi, we haven't gone all the wa- Louis... where's my car?" Zayn asks, his voice wary.

"Right, okay, so. There's nothing to worry about, it's still in one piece but it's kinda, sorta, on the other side of the campsite. The gates were locked." I scratch at my neck.