The Strawberry Milk Fic

PART 2: CHAPTER 3

cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need

Chapter 3: the way it brings out the blue in your eyes, is the tenerife sea

Notes:
For anyone curious about why this fic is so kinky, and why its so relevant and important:

in short form: they basically just explain the amount of trust (among other things) that go into kinky sex, and how it can really strengthen relationships and such. i felt it was very important to let everyone know that the kinky smut isnt just self-indulgent but very important to the dynamic of h/l's relationship, and it also represents just how far harrys came to trust louis in the ways he does. :-)

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Between sending cat jokes, drunk texts, and dick pics, they all manage to get themselves into an extended weekend holiday.
The group text was Liam's idea, something they all always kept open on their phones to keep in touch due to all of their different schedules. It works well, as long as you don't include Louis and Harry's constant need to send pictures of cocks off the internet, and Zayn and Liam's constant flirting, even though they are probably right next to each other- and if they are being honest, it is all for the purpose of annoying Niall. Niall who usually sends sad cat face pictures, or angry rants, or pictures of fake tears streaming down his face because of the pile up of law and uni. It's truly a struggle.
They all keep in touch, though, which is the point. At least they all know that each other is alive, even if it is through knock-knock jokes and pretend sexting. So, whatever.
It was eleven at night and Harry's head was in Louis' lap, both of them on their phones, laughing along to what the other guys were saying, when Niall texted: fuck it i need a vacay.
Liam responded with a, 'me too mate', and soon enough it escalated into a, 'we should take one', and 'yeah i can take the time off next week', and, 'we could rent a van and go to the beach.'
So that is why right now, Liam is pulling up to Harry and Louis' flat complex, Zayn in the passenger, and Niall in the middle row of seats. He pulls to the curb and Niall bounds out in his black shades and go-aheads, greeting Louis with a jumping hug and a wet kiss to the cheek, before being dropped to the ground.
You can hear Liam laughing in the background as Zayn opens the trunk of the van. Niall gets up and brushes himself off, not letting Louis' unrequited affection upset him.
"Hey Curly, 've been missing you, but not your brat of a boyfriend," Niall says, patting Harry gently on the back.
Harry laughs in response, and Louis huffs, putting one of the bags in the van, muttering a "shit," under his breath.
Liam offers Harry a gentle smile, murmuring a soft, "Can I hug you, mate?"
Louis watches carefully from where Niall is bouncing excitedly beside him now. Harry smiles with a shy, "Sure," opening his arms for Liam.
"You're doing okay, yeah?" he says finally, and Harry's nods with a shy smile at the kindness.
Zayn does the same thing, wrapping Harry up into his arms, and whispering, "Hope you're doing alright."
Harry nods into Zayn's neck as realisation dawns on him, and he looks at Louis, but Louis isn't meeting his eyes. Instead, he is shuffling his feet on the ground with his hands shoved into his pockets.
"Alright, you two have any more bags?"
"Oh, uh- yeah," Harry smiles, "there is a couple more, I'll go get t-"
Louis interjects, "I can go get 'em, it's fine."
"I'll get them!" Niall yells out, making Louis' stomach drop as he shakes his head quickly.
"Ni, s'fine. I can get them."
"Aw, can't we see your guys' place real fast though? Never showed us." Liam pouts his stupid lips, and his eyes are big and brown, and all Louis does is glance to Harry quickly so he doesn't follow through with his urge to slap the boy.
"Um, maybe ano-" Louis starts, before Harry interrupts him.
"It's okay," Harry says softly, "it's okay," he says again, staring directly at Louis, hoping he knows what he is really talking about.
So Harry and Louis lead them up the stairs and down the corridor to their flat, apprehensively bumping against each other as they walk
Louis opens the door for them and lets everyone inside, waiting for the judgment. He can't help but wonder why Harry's so- so okay with this. He wishes he could see into his mind right now, know what's going on up there. They need to have a long, private chat.
"This is sick, mate," Zayn says softly, trailing his hand over the light pink walls as surprise covers Louis' face- a good surprise nonetheless.
Zayn means what he says, too. The flat is heartening and neat, and even though it isn't exactly him, he still loves it. He thinks it could inspire a softer side of him in his art.
Liam nods in agreement, "It's so clean, 'n everything matches. Why doesn't our place, Zi?"
Harry is blushing, cheeks matching the colour on the walls, and Louis can't help but to take his hand, squeezing his happiness into Harry. Harry squeezes back, just as tightly. This isn't a step, it's a leap. It's a giant fucking leap, and Louis can feel his stomach turning with giddiness. He doesn't know how Harry is doing this, opening up not only to him, but to three- well two- other people, whom he isn't even nearly as close to.
"I kind of feel like I'm in a fairytale," Niall comments beside Louis, "'s so pretty. Can we start having hangouts over here? It smells better."
Zayn snorts, rolling his eyes, "You'll learn someday, Niall."
Louis lets go of Harry's hand to stand next to Niall. He smirks, quietly whispering, "I know you've been here before."
Louis doesn't think he has ever seen Niall look so guilty before, and he thinks that it's even better than an apology.
So it's okay.
It's okay and Louis can feel it. He can feel the evident, palpable, pulse of Harry's heart thrumming from his wrist when he presses his lips to it, and locks up their flat. He can feel it in Harry's lingering kiss, and in the embodied squeeze of his hand.
They pack into the van Liam rented out, and then they're off. Niall rolls down all the windows that he can get access to, yelling out "freedom!" into the beginning of the August air that blows through their hair. They all laugh, and Zayn cranks the radio up, "Valerie," playing loud on the radio, and they all sing along.
Harry tangles his fingers with Louis' in the third and the last row of seats that is just theirs. Louis smiles, singing to Harry, "Why don't you come on over," over the whiplash of the wind.
He does. He scoots closer, dipping under Louis' arm and cuddling into his chest. He can feel Louis' chest vibrating as he sings along, and an exuberant feeling rushes through his veins, and all he wants to do is laugh.
It's happiness. Happiness, and living, and he chases the feeling.