Loved By Him

seven

On day five of his tropical trip, Louis opens his eyes, only to see a mass of curls clouding his vision. He could smell Harry's sweet shampoo and feel the warmth of his bare back as it presses to his own. He leans into his hair again, breathing out a sigh.

Harry wiggles around, arm reaching up to brush his curls out of his face. He takes a deep breath, shifting back against Louis' chest.

"The trip is almost over." Harry's voice breaks through the silence of the room, filled with sadness.

"Aw love, don't think of it that way." Louis replies, stroking Harry's back with his fingertips. The boy leans into his touch as if it is instinct. He can feel the sadness too.

"But," Harry starts. "What are we going to do when we actually have to leave?"

Shit. Louis thinks. What are we going to do?

"Uhm, let's not think about it right now." Louis says, brushing the sensitive topic away. Harry doesn't seem content with his answer but drops the topic anyway, shoulders shrugging in the tiniest way.

"So," Louis fills the tense silence with a new conversation, tugging at Harry's shoulders until the boy is facing him. "What's the plan for today?"

Harry's face brightens before he speaks, eyebrows shooting up.

"Oh! I almost forgot! I signed us up for hula dancing lessons!". He exclaims, reading Louis' face for any reaction. Instead, Louis face palms, cheeks flushed.

"Darling, I'm awful at dancing!" He says, arms raising slightly in exasperation. "I only know like one dance and it usually works for every song."

Harry's eyebrows furrow, before his face changes again into hope.

"Well, for one, I want to see that later, two, this way, you will have learned another dance! and three, I'll give you a present if you do ittttt" Harry winks, drawing out the "T".

"Ugh, I suppose." Louis teases, faking frustration. Harry rolls his eyes jokingly.

"What time is it anyway?" Harry asks, reaching over Louis to look at his phone on the bedside table.

"Crap! Hula Dancing 101 is at 8:30!" Harry shrieks, causing Louis to wince at the loud noise.

"So? What's the big deal?" Louis asks, brushing a curl out of Harry's face and tucking it behind his ear.

"It's 8:15!" Harry's shrill voice squeaks out.

"Oh!" Louis says, before jumping out of bed, hesitating. "What does one wear to Hula Dance!?"

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The boys leave 10 minutes later, both dressed in shorts and cheesy matching Hawaiian shirts that they had bought on the bus tour. As they stepped out of Louis' room, Harry laced his fingers into Louis', smiling down at the connection. Louis gently squeezed three times before they walked down the hall, making Harry tense up slightly, shock covering his face at the gesture. He immediately cursed his brain for spurring up a ridiculous thought before pulling himself out of his mind and smiling down at Louis.

They spend the next hour swaying their hips and following the instructor. Turns out they were the only men in the class, but Harry didn't mind.

Louis watched fondly as Harry followed intensely, brows furrowed as he tried to copy exactly as the instructor was moving.

He took a step back, just to admire Harry's bum moving in his shorts before he was slapped softly on the arm, a motherly-looking woman gesturing for him to keep his eyes up. He smiled softly and stepped back into place, trying to keep his eyes focused.