Loved By Him

eight

a/n- alright besties, buckle up. this chapter is... a roller coaster to say the least. enjoy ;)

-frankie

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The sixth and seventh day of their trip flies by in a flurry of fruity drinks, sweet kisses and small memories.  They spend hours on the beach, soaking up the rays of sun and warmth.

On their last day, they spend lunch at a beach front cafe, eating burgers and sipping tropical smoothies.

"You got something on your lip." Louis flirts, leaning forward to kiss the smoothie away. He smacks his lips, pretending to analyze the flavor.

"Hmmm, mango strawberry with a hint of honey?" Louis announces, tapping his pointer finger against his chin.

Harry beams down at his lap, shaking his head in a chuckle.

"Should we grab drinks later?" Louis suggests, chewing on his fry.

"I would love that." Harry responds, leaning over the table to press his lips to Louis' once more.

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"I can't believe we leave tomorrow." Louis sighs, swirling his drink around. Harry just nods sadly from across the table before reaching over and grasping Louis' free hand.

"It'll be okay though," Harry reassures both of them. "It'll work out."

Louis just nods sorrowfully, tipping back his glass to empty his drink.

"But hey," Harry starts again. "Let's not think about it right now." He winks, squeezing Louis' hand in his own.

"What else is there to think about?" Louis frowns, setting his empty glass back on the table.

"Well, I can think of a few things that I'm thinking about." Harry teases, rubbing his foot up Louis' leg from under the table.

"You cheeky bastard." Louis laughs. "Not here!!"

"Whatever you say." Harry sneers, reaching under the table to palm Louis through his pants.

"Harry!" Louis gasps, looking around.

"No one is watching." Harry says, applying pressure with his hand.

"Let's leave." Louis says confidently, slapping a twenty dollar bill on the table and standing up. "Time to go."

He grabs Harry's hand and practically yanks him out of his seat, rushing them back to the down the path leading to the hotel.

Harry trips over his feet a few times, making Louis laugh. Their urgent pace is hard to keep up with, but somehow they make it to the elevator safely.

As soon as the doors shut, Louis is pushing Harry against the metal wall, kissing him furiously. The doors open again, almost too quickly, but this time it's Harry's turn to lead. He grabs Louis and speed walks them down to his own room.

As Louis and Harry stumble into Harry's hotel room, the air is filled with the smell of faint vodka and watermelon.

"Wait, wait." Louis stops them. "I know I want to do this, but Harry, are you sure?"

Harry nods frantically, starting to unbutton his shirt.

"No, I mean it H, are you sure? Are you sober?" Louis asks worriedly.

"After watching you squirm back in the restaurant? 100%." Harry replies surely.

"I just don't want to do anything you aren't comf-"