FLOATING UP AND DREAMING // L.S

eight

Harry was always told that spending time with friends and family was one of the greatest pleasures in life, but to him, it was those five hours of bliss when Louis and Florence would have shifts together, and Harry would finally be able to take off all his clothes - for something that wasn't a shower - so he could shove a huge vibrating chunk of plastic up his ass.

Florence had continued to nag Harry to show her his sex tapes, but every time she asked, she was shut down. Harry didn't know why she wanted to see videos of him getting fucked by random men, but she was persistent. She would text him every morning asking him, sometimes, he would say no before she even messaged him.

Anyways, the worst thing that was going on in Harry's life - aside from the withdrawal which had mainly subsided - was how quickly he was falling for Louis, of all people, for Christ's sake. The realisation that he actually had proper feelings for Louis, it hit him like a truck.

The only other time Harry had caught actual feelings for anyone, was when he was with Andrew, and that was three years ago.

"Gemma, how long does it take to fill up a portable pool because, holy shit." Harry groaned, leaning his hip against the wireframe of the pool, holding the hose in his hand that wasn't placed on his hip.

"Yeah, I feel as if pools should come with water already in them." Louis sighed, not looking up from his phone where he was laying on the sunny grass.

"That defeats the whole purpose of a stowaway pool, idiot." Gemma kicked Louis in the leg.

"You're a bitch." Louis slapped her shin.

"And you're a drug addict." She kicked his side.

"So is your dumbass brother." He pointed to Harry who was politely minding his own business.

"Well, you've got me there." Gemma threw her hands up.

"That is so unfair. Why are you ganging up on me?" Harry whined.

"Because you're a dru- recovering drug addict, sorry." She held her hands up in surrender.

"No shit, Harry. Is that why you've been having some neurological disorder for like three months?" Louis flashed Harry a toothy grin.

"Four weeks, actually, asshole." Harry flipped him off and checked if the water level had risen above the halfway point in the three hours the three of them had been standing under the blistering sunlight. It had not.

"Same shit." Louis stood up and marched over to Harry. "I'm proud of you." Louis hugged him.

Harry adjusted the hose in his hand and hugged Louis back tightly, successfully spraying freezing cold water all over Louis' head and down his back. Louis screamed and tried to remove himself from Harry's tight hold but failed.

"Ahh! You fucking cock sucking asshole!" Louis whined.

"How did he know!" Gemma gasped sarcastically, pulling Harry's arms from around Louis' waist.

By the time it was 2 pm, Harry felt like hanging himself from the gutter pipes from how fucking hot it was. Nevertheless, the pool has finally been filled up from when they started six fucking hours ago.

Louis had gone back to his house to get changed, and Harry waited, sitting on the frame of the pool.

Suddenly, he was being shoved in the back and falling face-first into the pool.

He resurfaced moments later and brushed his hair out of his eyes, turning and seeing Gemma laughing her ass off.

"What the fuck, Gemma?" She continued to laugh, almost in tears. "I'm gonna tell mum you tried to drown me!"