The Skitrip

7

His vacation in France went by so fast! Suddenly he was going back home in the morning but so was Louis. They were both going by train and he had managed to change his ticket so he had a seat next to Louis. Louis could use the help but mostly Harry didn't want their time together to end.

They had stayed in his cabin and he only went out to get something to eat but he didn't mind at all. His skiing trip was the best vacation he ever had and not for the reasons he would have thought when he arrived. Louis had everything to do about it. Was it possible to fall in love with someone in just a few days?

Obviously he hadn't said anything like that out loud. He wasn't stupid. He just hoped that they would see each other again when they went back to England.

They had exchanged phone numbers so that was a good start. Harry had lost track of how many times they had sex in these last couple of days. A lot!

They got up early and shared a taxi to the train station. They arrived an hour before the train departed just to be sure that they would catch it since Louis had trouble walking.

Harry had his suitcase in his healthy hand and Louis used his shoulder for support while he tried to drag his suitcase behind him, bumping it into himself constantly.
"I'm glad we decided to leave early because it will take us a fucking hour to get to the right track." Louis said with humor.

Harry just giggled. When the train arrived they found their seats and the train ride went by fast. They were talking and laughing the whole time.

When they were reaching London Louis sighed.
"Now I have to tell me friend that I can't work for a while."

"Your friend?" Harry wondered.

"Yeah, Liam. We have a shop together. I'm a hairdresser." Louis said.

Harry looked surprised.
"You're a hairdresser?"

"What's wrong with that?" Louis questioned, sounding offended.

"Nothing! That's great! It just surprised me, that's all." Harry hurried to say.

"What do you do for a living?" Louis asked.

"I'm a hand model." Harry replied.

"A hand model?" Louis questioned with his mouth hung open.

"Yeah." Harry giggled.

"Eh, so what kind of work does your hands do?" Louis wondered with a smirk.

"Mostly fashion magazines. You know, when they wanna show watches, rings, or nail polish." Harry replied.

"You can make a living on that?" Louis questioned.

"These babies are worth gold." Harry said with a grin and held up his hands. "Well, maybe not this one right now." He added and waved his casted arm a little.

"That sucks." Louis said.

"Well, it's my own fault. I'm sorry it's my fault you can't work. Fuck, that makes me feel even worse." Harry said.

Louis kissed him. Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed it. Kissing Louis was always a rush.
"It's okay." Louis said when he broke it off.

They managed to get off the train and made their way to the taxi station.
"Wanna hang out at my place?" Harry blurted out.

"You're not sick of me by now?" Louis chuckled.

"No, but never mind. You should get home." Harry replied.

"Nah, I'll go with you." Louis smiled.

Harry's heart beat stupidly fast.
"Okay."

They found a cab and Harry gave the driver his address after he had managed to help Louis inside. Twenty minutes later they reached his apartment and he paid for the ride and helped Louis get out. They took the elevator to the seventh floor and he unlocked the door to his apartment.

They had barely stepped into the hallway before Louis grabbed him, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him. They slowly found their way to the bedroom and continued their vacation activities. Afterward, they ordered dinner, and when Louis called his friend Liam to tell him about his broken leg, Harry called his manager and told him about his broken arm.

The next day they went to a check-up at the hospital to make sure their broken limbs were healing properly. Harry went home with Louis afterward and they tried out his bed as well.

Days turned into weeks and they spent every second together until they got to remove their casts. They celebrated with pizza and sex. This time Louis could move around and took advantage of his freedom. Harry saw stars.

As they lay there afterward, trying to catch their breath Louis turned his head and looked at Harry.
"I think this is pretty fucking obvious but I'm gonna say it anyway. I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too." Harry smiled and lay his head onLouis' chest. He could hear Louis' heart beat rapidly.

"I never thought I would be so happy about someone running me over on a ski slope. Thank fuck that you are fearless enough to go skiing without knowing how but I'm gonna teach you how to ski, okay?"

"Fearless or stupid?" Harry giggled.

"Definitely fearless." Louis said and kissed the top of Harry's head and wrapped his arms around him tighter.

Harry just beamed.
"When are we going skiing next time?"

"Soon enough." Louis promised.

Harry had to wait a year but that didn't matter. So much happened during that year. They introduced each other to their family and friends, said their first I love you's, and even moved in together. It felt like everything was falling in place.