Little Paradise Love - Larry Stylinson

Home sweet home - day 7

Bathed in the afterglow of their engagement, Harry and Louis retreated to the sanctuary of their hotel suite.

The evening had been a whirlwind of joy, and now, ensconced in their private haven, they surrendered to the celebration of their love, exploring the depths of their connection with the passion and intimacy reserved for such a momentous occasion.

As the night deepened, they turned their attention to the practicalities of their impending departure. They began to pack, folding clothes into their suitcases, but left the task unfinished, choosing instead to savor their last night in Mexico. The flight wasn't until the following evening, and there was still time to bask in the anticipation of tomorrow.

Dawn greeted them with a soft caress, and they lingered in the warmth of shared whispers, reluctant to bid farewell to the land that had witnessed the beginning of their lifelong journey.

The morning arrived sooner than expected. Both Louis and Harry slowly allowed the light which was flooding into the room to illuminate their eyes and wake them up gently. They took their time, easing into the day and allowing their body to slowly adjust to the morning sunlight.

"I don't want to go," Harry murmured, his voice tinged with a longing that echoed Louis' own sentiments. "Can't we stay another week?"

But reality beckoned, and they rose, their movements languid, to seek out a simple breakfast, their conversation a tapestry of memories and gentle teasing.

"Stay in bed just a little longer," Louis whispered, his breath warm against Harry's ear. "Let's pretend the world outside doesn't exist."

Harry chuckled softly, turning to face Louis. "And what about our flight?" he teased, tracing the line of Louis' jaw with his fingertips.

"We'll make it," Louis assured him, his eyes crinkling with mirth. "But for now, this moment is ours. No packing, no schedules. Just you and me."

With a contented sigh, Harry nestled closer, allowing the serenity of Louis' embrace to envelop him. "I could stay like this forever," he confessed.

Louis responded with a gentle kiss to Harry's forehead. "Forever sounds perfect to me."

The hotel's checkout time loomed at 2 PM, yet their flight was not until 9 PM. Gratefully, they were allowed to store their luggage at the hotel, freeing them to wander once more through the vibrant streets, their hands entwined, their hearts full.

Settling into a quaint café, they pondered over the menu. "What do you fancy?" Louis inquired, his eyes alight with the spark that had first drawn Harry to him.

"A latte and a croissant should tide me over," Harry replied, his gaze lingering on Louis with an affection that years had only deepened.

Louis returned with their order, his voice carrying a new weight as he addressed Harry, "Here you go... fiancé."

The word hung between them, a testament to the journey they had embarked upon. "Fiancé," Harry echoed, the term unfamiliar yet thrilling on his tongue. "I love it. And I love you, more than words can express."

They shared a kiss that was a seal on their commitment, a prelude to the conversations that filled the café with the melody of their future.

Their last day in Mexico was coming to a close, and it became difficult to deny the reality that they would soon be back home, in the weather or rain and wind. They reclaimed their belongings from the hotel, their steps slowly leading them to the airport.

During the taxi ride, they embraced the quiet ambiance as a moment to reflect and meditate on their shared love. They admired the tangible symbols of their affection adorning their fingers and took a last look at the hotel as they departed.

They were holding hands, both admiring each other.

"The ring is perfect," Harry mused aloud, his voice a whisper of awe. "And so are you, my fiancé."

"I'm glad, and you too babe" Louis' smile was a beacon, his declaration of love a vow that transcended time and distance.

Eventually the car pulled over at the airport, and the boys had to embark on their journey back home. But before they could proceed any further, Louis stopped in his tracks, taking something out of his pocket.

"Wait, I got something for you," Louis said, smiling faintly. "I know you're anxious about flights, so I decided to grab some one-time anxiety relievers from the pharmacy; like when you were sick with the food poisoning I took these for you as well. I know how anxious you get on flights, so I felt they could be helpful for you and-"

Harry cut him off, a hint of relief creeping into his voice. "Yes, yes, thank you for that. I'd gladly take it, I'm already feeling really anxious about taking this flight. But I didn't want to ruin the mood...so I did t say anything".

"I guess you just know your fiancé too well" he adds.

Louis gave an affirming nod as he smiled, "Yeah, I know how much anxiety you have around things like this. So, I wanted to make sure you were comfortable."

Harry's gratitude was palpable, his relief evident as the medication eased his nerves, allowing him to fully embrace the joy of their adventure.

The wait at the gate was a comfortable interlude. Their stress about travel had been replaced by contentedness at sharing experiences together. Even Harry felt calm and collected for the coming flight; the medicine seems to be working well.

As they finally boarded the plane, they found comfort in each other's presence, allowing themselves to fall into a restful slumber or, occasionally, indulging in some playful banter as they played card games.

"You think you have a chance of beating me at these card games?" Louis smirked at Harry.

"Don't make me laugh," Harry replied, rolling his eyes playfully. "You're not going to stand a chance against me."

"Oh, really? Is that so?"

"Oh, you bet."

"Alright, game on, then."

Landing was a return to reality, the wheels of the plane touched down, a gentle reminder that their magical sojourn had come to an end.

As they stepped into the arrivals hall, a wave of warmth enveloped them; family and friends gathered, their faces alight with joy and surprise.

The news of Harry and Louis' engagement rippled through the crowd, igniting a chorus of congratulations that mirrored the couple's own bliss. Hugs were exchanged, laughter filled the air, and stories of their Mexican escapade were shared with animated gestures and wide smiles.

Later, as the excitement of the reunion subsided, Harry and Louis found themselves crossing the threshold of their home. The familiar scent, the softness of their shared bed, and the quiet hum of the city outside their window welcomed them back to a reality that was now imbued with the promise of a shared future. They unpacked not just their suitcases but also their hearts, stowing away the memories of their trip alongside their hopes and dreams.

As they settled in, the conversation turned to whispers of love and plans for the future, their words weaving a tapestry of commitment and desire. In the sanctuary of their love, they found peace, their souls intertwined, ready to embark on the endless journey of tomorrows.

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