keep driving

9. pancakes for 2

song: Money, Money, Money by ABBA

"Look at what I stole" Louis murmurs, sneaking up to Harry and handing him a cocktail.

Harry rolls his eyes but takes it with a smile, raising it to his lips and taking a sip. "For the millionth time, you need to stop stealing."

"Says the one who suggested to sneak into a private beach club party," Louis retorts and Harry just smiles slyly, turning away and taking a larger gulp.

"Oi," Louis exclaims, running around Harry and snatching the drink back. "It's not all for you."

"Alright then," Harry goes into full diva mode, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I'll get my own."

Louis raises his eyebrows. "You're gonna steal a drink?"

"No" Harry says, flipping his hair in Louis' face. "I'm going to have someone buy one for me"

Louis whistles through his teeth and Harry grins, turning around and strutting away with a sway of his hips.

When they woke up this morning, Harry took care of his wound again, this time himself, waited for Louis to wake up and then they took showers (had to enjoy the luxury of that beach) and climbed over the fence back onto the main road before the public beach opened. They decided to have some fun whilst they're in one of the bigger towns and visited one of these tourist markets, Harry chatted with the sellers while Louis stole some stuff and they ran away. It felt so good getting out of their sweaty, dirty clothes and putting on fresh ones.

Now, Harry is wearing a very nice, silver-blue shining button up, the first five buttons undone. It has beautiful sleeves, cut so they kind of look like wings. Louis stole it for him because he thought it would, as he put it, "fit Harry's vibe"

To fit the vibe, Harry then braided some of his hair and definitely noticed Louis staring a tad too long.

But, Harry did too, who is he to judge. Louis stole a white top for himself, sleeves cut off, showing off his tattoos and kept his hair messy. When Louis teased Harry because he caught him staring, he just mumbled 'hedgehog' and walked away.

They actually paid for food for once because they still had the money from the asshole man, and treated themselves to have breakfast in a nice cafe, drink something other than water - coffee (Louis bitched about how nobody but British people are able to do tea right, so he ordered coffee grumpily) and eat something other than fries, pancakes with maple syrup.

While they waited for the food, they actually for once had a nice, both sided conversation and it surprised Harry that it was really a good one. They talked about uni, their families and some crazy and funny stories about vacations in the past. Louis made Harry laugh so hard his coffee almost came back out through his nose.

Harry wouldn't normally admit it, but it might have been better than ninety percent of his first dates. It wasn't a date, of course, but. You get it.

All the fun ended, though, when Louis had to stick true to his addiction to being insufferable. "Last night when you were sleeping," he started with his mouth full while Harry took a sip of the mediocre coffee. "You were talking."

"Was I?" Harry asked mildly interested, putting the mug down again and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Yes, it was very interesting," Louis nodded eagerly. "Something along the lines of, and I quote: 'Fuuuuuck, Louis, deeper, harder, ohhh yes!'"

Harry only glared at him, balled his tissue up and threw it at him.

But Louis didn't seem to care about that or about the fact that they were in public. He threw his head back dramatically, "Oh, give it to me Louis, please more-"