Gemma and Ella head back to their rooms, leaving Harry and Louis alone in the hot tub. As soon as the girls are out of sight, Harry turns to Louis and blurts, “Do you like my sister?”
Louis closes his eyes as he relaxes in the water and nods. “Yeah. She’s nice.”
Harry groans. “No, I mean like do you want to do things with her?”
Louis shrugs. “Sure. Why not? I’ve no problem with her being around us.”
“No. I know that. I just mean…” Harry trails off.
“Harry?” Louis prompts, opening his eyes.
“Do you want to sleep with her?” Harry finally asks bluntly.
Louis honestly isn’t prepared for Harry’s question. It takes him by surprise and leaves him rather speechless. He feels like he is in an alternate bizarro dimension and is barely able to stutter out a broken, “What?”
Gaining courage, Harry sits up, sloshing the water with his movement, and frowns. “Do you want to fuck Gemma?”
“Is that a serious question?” Louis asks quietly, his calm voice belying the hard edge to his current thoughts.
Harry tilts his chin higher in challenge. “Yes.”
“No,” Louis answers curtly. He stands up and steps out of the hot tub, grabbing the nearest towel and wrapping it around his waist. “I’m going back to the room.”
Harry pushes himself up into an upright sitting position and curls in on himself, arms wrapped around his legs. “Please, don’t go,” he whispers. Louis observes Harry from where he stands, cataloguing Harry’s body language and every movement. Harry appears lost, confused, small. The wisps of hair that have escaped his bun are damp and curling around his face. Louis stares for a long time, unspeaking, until Harry continues quietly, “It’s okay if you do. Like my sister, that is. You can admit it. I won’t be mad.”
“What’s there to admit? What are you even on about?” Louis scoffs. Where did Harry even get this idea in his head? Gemma has never crossed Louis' mind in that way.
Harry lowers his eyes to stare at the swirling water. “I saw how you looked at her when she took off her coverup earlier. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her.”
Louis tenses. What the actual fuck? “I am not having this conversation with you.” Louis turns to leave, only to pause at the next words spewing from Harry’s mouth between them.
“You let her play with your nipple piercings for a really long time, and you didn’t seem to mind her touching you like that,” Harry says by way of further explanation.
“In case you missed it, Ella touched them, too. It wasn’t an intimate thing. They were just curious,” Louis says firmly. Louis shakes his head trying to clear it. Harry can’t honestly believe that Louis would be so crass as to blatantly shove Harry aside for a piece of his sister’s arse.
“But…”
Louis spins to face him, temper flaring, and cuts him off. “Harry, I don’t want to fuck your sister; and before you ask, I don’t want to fuck Ella either!”
