Little Paradise Love - Larry Stylinson

A pefrect day - day 2

The sun was high in the sky when Louis stirred from his slumber. The bed beside him was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. He blinked against the light streaming through the curtains, disoriented by the silence. The clock on the nightstand read 12:40 pm, the digits a stark reminder of their escape from the world's demands.

"Harry?" Louis's voice was rough with sleep as he called out, half-expecting no reply.

But then, Harry appeared in the doorway, a vision with sun-kissed skin and a smile that could outshine the brightest star. In his hands, he carried a tray adorned with coffee and heart-shaped sandwiches; a simple yet profound gesture of love.

"Hey there, sweetheart," Harry's voice was soft, a soothing melody in the quiet room. "I didn't wanna wake you up. We had such a long day yesterday, so I thought I'd let you sleep."

Louis's heart swelled at the sight, at the care woven into every word. He sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist, and accepted the tray with a smile that mirrored Harry's. "Thank you," he said, his gratitude spilling into the space between them.

As Harry joined him on the bed, Louis leaned in for a kiss; a small, tender thing that spoke volumes. It was a thank you, and I love you.

They ate in comfortable silence, the sandwiches a delicious comfort. Harry's coffee was perfect, just the way Louis liked it; two sugars, a splash of milk, and a hint of cinnamon. It was a taste of normalcy in their whirlwind lives.

"Did you make these?" Louis asked, holding up a sandwich.

Harry nodded, his cheeks tinged with pride. "Wanted our first morning here to be special."

Louis laughed, the sound bright and clear. "You're incredible, you know that?"

Harry shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Only the best for you."

The room was a bubble, a sanctuary from the outside world. They were cocooned in warmth, in the gentle hum of the air conditioner, in the softness of the bed they shared. Outside, Mexico beckoned with its vibrant colors and endless skies, but for now, this was enough.

After breakfast, they lay back, content and full. Harry's fingers traced patterns on Louis's arm, each touch a word in their silent language. Louis closed his eyes, savoring the moment, the peace.

"We should explore the town today," Harry suggested, his voice a whisper against Louis's skin.

Louis hummed in agreement. "But first, a little more rest."

Harry chuckled. "Lazy bones."

Louis opened one eye, a smirk playing on his lips. "You love it."

And Harry did. He loved every part of Louis, every quirk and every sigh. They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, the world outside fading to a distant hum. This was their time, their chance to recharge.

The silence in the room was a comfortable blanket, wrapping around Harry and Louis as they lounged in the afterglow of their morning. It was Louis who finally broke the quiet, his voice slicing through the stillness with a hint of curiosity.

"So what do you wanna do today? Want to take it easy or wanna do something like stroll around the city or something?" Louis's question hung in the air, an invitation to adventure.

Harry pondered, his thumb scrolling through endless options on his phone. The world was at their fingertips, yet the decision seemed monumental.

"Hmm, what about like going to some kind of tour and after that just chilling at the beach or some. Oh, and of course, eat something somewhere in between," he suggested, his eyes alight with the prospect of discovery.