FLOATING UP AND DREAMING // L.S

twelve

PART II:

It was eight in the morning when Louis drove his truck onto the boat, parking it and the both of them getting out and grabbing their bags. Harry watched Louis from a distance as he spoke with one of the staff members of the boat who would take them to their room. Louis held his hand as they were escorted to their fancy suite at the front of the large cruise ship, Harry blushing and biting his bottom lip at the action.

The room they were given had a large window that overlooked the large pool, a large pillowy bed covered in fucking rose petals, a polished bathroom with a large bath and spacious shower, and a small bar in the corner next to an L shaped couch and a flatscreen.

Harry placed his things on the floor beside the bed and turned to Louis who was staring out the window, not bothering to go out onto the balcony.

"A honeymoon suite?" He said in accusing tone, crossing his arms and jutting out his hip.

"Had high hopes." Louis tore himself away from the window and ran over to Harry, throwing him on the bed and climbed on top of him.

"You're a fiend." Harry giggled as Louis buried his nose into his neck.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long and all it took was for you to rob a fucking school with me" He practically growled and nibbled the skin on Harry's neck.

"Not wasting any time, are you Lou?" He joked, scratching Louis' neck.

"I wasted too much time not touching you." He ran his hands up Harry's face as his phone rang.

"Better pick that up." Harry sighed and closed his eyes.

"Of course." Louis reached out blindly and picked up his phone, not taking his mouth off of Harry's neck. "Hey, El," He placed the phone on a pillow. "Harry's here too."

"About time you grew a pair, asshat." Eleanor laughed though the phone. "Seriously, H, this boy has been pining over you for months. Fucking annoying having to put up with it."

"Good to know." Harry bit his wrist, trying not to make a lot of noise.

"Anyway, Lou, can we break up now? I'm at Nirvana with everyone now, they're all in the lounge, Flo gathered them." She spoke in a hushed tone.

"Now's a great time." Louis replied, taking Harry's shirt off and trailing his eyes over his chest, taking his time looking over his bare chest.

"Alright then." Eleanor cleared her throat and gasped loudly. "You're breaking up with me?" She shouted into the phone.

"Mhm." Louis traced the contours of Harry's chest with a gentle finger.

"What did I ever do to you?" She continued, still shouting.

"You turned gay." Louis chucked.

"So did you!"

"I know." He pinched Harry's right nipple, Harry letting out a sharp hiss.

"Well at least we can agree on that, you fucking asshole! Where are you, coward?"

"Know what, I'm actually on a cruise ship with a handsome man. They're both quite lovely." He spoke casually, causing butterflies to flutter in Harry's stomach.

"You couldn't even do this face to face? Some man you are. God, you think you're so James Dean, Louis!"

Louis then started humming Style by Taylor Swift as his fingers tickled down Harry's sides.

"That wasn't a compliment!" Her voice shook from fake tears or stifled laughter. "Why aren't you taking this seriously?"

Louis didn't answer, he just kissed Harry's neck, pinning his arms above his head so he couldn't contain his noises anymore.