~*~ Louis ~*~
Louis sees the immediate flush that covers Harry’s face and watches him ride off, subsequently not giving Louis a chance to respond. If only they had met a different way, he'd already be buried balls deep in the boy's arse. If Louis could allow someone to get close to him, it would definitely be Harry. Unfortunately, Louis is not sure he can give Harry what he deserves. He finds his resolve slipping. Harry is different. Can Harry see past the façade and find him? See him? Accept him? Want him? It’s too much to consider. Besides, Harry made it abundantly clear this morning with Gemma. Louis is just his temporary fix and will be gone as quickly as he had arrived. Now if he could only get his dick to fall in line, because watching Harry blushing at stepping out of his box and being confident, if only for a second, turns Louis on more than it should.
A couple of hours later, they return to the stables where Harry and Gemma efficiently unsaddle and brush down the horses. When they are done, the group heads back to the house on golf carts, grabbing sandwiches from the kitchen on the way to their rooms to clean up. The girls reconvene with Harry and Louis downstairs, clean and dressed in clothes that don’t smell like horse and sweat. Tyler had texted Gemma and said he was going to take a nap.
Gemma pulls Harry down a long corridor to an exit at the side of the house. “Let’s go to the spa. I want a massage.”
Louis stops walking. “I’m out. You three have fun. I’ll be on the deck when you guys are done.”
“Are you sure? You might like the spa,” Gemma suggests.
“I’m sure. You have fun. I can keep myself entertained for an hour or two.” Louis is positive he wouldn’t be able to control his reaction to a naked Harry moaning as he gets a massage. Add in being naked himself, with hands rubbing over his body, and he has no doubt he’d end up fucking Harry on the massage table if he didn't come all over the table first. Best to not chance it.
Harry walks back a few steps to where Louis had stopped. “If you need anything, come find me, alright?”
Louis chuckles at Harry’s overprotectiveness. “Harry, I’m a big boy. Go. Do your spa things.”
“Just,” Harry chokes on his words and clears his throat. “Just don’t leave. Please. If he tries to make you leave come find me. Promise.”
“I won’t leave. I promise. Don’t worry about me,” Louis assures him with an affectionate squeeze to Harry’s arm.
Harry rejoins Gemma and Ella, and they take off running to the spa area that is set up in the guest house.
~~*~~
Louis is relaxing on the deck, dozing on and off, when a shadow blocks the light. He opens one eye and spots Harry standing above him. “Spa time done already?”
“Yeah. It’s been three hours. Sorry, I wasn’t back sooner. My dad needed me for something.” If Louis hadn’t been paying attention, he would have missed the tremor that ran over Harry’s body followed by a wince of discomfort.
Tucking that away for later, he changes the subject. “It’s alright. I think I napped for most of it. Is it dinner time?”
“Pretty soon, actually. Do you want to eat in one of the tents? Every tent has a different type of food. Mexican. Italian. Seafood. Home cooking. Fast food and concession stand food. Finger foods. Desserts. You name it, and I'm sure we have it.” Harry waves his hand, indicating the massive tents set up in a line close to the house.
