Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 37

"Bloody hell it's hot!" Niall exclaimed, stepping off the plane and entering the blazing, sticky heat of Ibiza. Niall, Zayn and Liam weren't prepared: they were wearing jeans and jumpers. However, Sofia, Louis and Harry were both wearing shorts, and Louis stripped off his cardigan when he got down to the bottom, stuffing it in his bag. Harry looked at him - it was typical Louis. He was wearing one of his striped, thin t-shirts and his light, feathery hair was gently flicked out of his eye. His beautifully tanned arms were bulging out as always.

"Just like Louis." Harry said, joining the other at the bottom. He was already in a t-shirt, so he just went over to his boyfriend, put a hand on the small of his back and gave him a kiss. "You really do look hot." Harry winked.

"So do you." Louis looked at Harry, his eyes feasting on his tight black t-shirt, with some unknown band on it. You could see his peks through the tightness, making Louis run his hands down his chest. "C'mon, let's catch up to the others." They kissed once more, and walked off hand in hand.

"Ooh! Here they are!" Sofia exclaimed, spotting they're bags being regurgitated one by one on the conveyor belt. Liam, Harry and Zayn walked towards them and lifted them up.

"You stay here, with Ni and Sofia." Harry told Louis.

"I'm not weak you know."

"I know. Just call it a favour." They smiled at each other before departing.

"So excited!" Sofia was ecstatic; she leaped in to Niall's arms.

"Ehehhe... yeah... me too." Niall said uneasily. When Sofia finally let go, he plonked down in the chair beside Louis.

"You alright, Ni?"

"Yeah, fine. Bit of a headache, that's all." He lied. Niall was actually upset; Zayn had refused to come out to their parents, even though they had three weeks to get over it. He was now beginning to think Zayn wasn't serious about him.

"No it's not. What's Zayn done now?" Louis sighed. Niall had nothing to lose - he told him. "Oh..."

"Yeah. You know, I thought he loved me. Your's and Harry's parents know... so why can't ours?"

"Because our mum's are understanding. Is your mum? Does she come across as scary?"

"I suppose so..." Niall said his signature line.

"Talk to him. Tell him how you feel."

"But... what if he dumps me?"

"Pffft! Yeah, as if. He loves you. He was distressed when... you know." Louis cringed at the memory of Harry and Zayn. "C'mon, mate, you're on holiday. You're supposed to be holiday, cheer up! Thanks, babe." Louis stood up and took his suitcase off of his newly approached boyfriend. He was about to walk off with him until Niall pulled him back.

"Thanks, Louis. Means a lot, you know."

"Don't mention it." Louis smiled, then caught up to Harry, locking their fingers together. "This is gonna be such a great holiday." He grinned widely, bumping his head in to Harry's shoulder.

"What're we gonna do first?" Louis slumped on the bed. They were now settled in to their four star hotel; Liam and Sofia had one room at the end of the corridor, whilst Louis and Harry and Zayn and Niall were next door neighbours. "Don't both unpacking, just live out the suitcase. That's what I always do."

"Yeah, sorry, this is new. Fucking hell, it's hot." Harry wiped his forehead, putting his curls to one side. He lightly pushed Louis over, so he was laying on the bed, and laid down next to him, putting his curl-infested head on Louis' chest. Louis immediately took hold.

"You'll get used to it, Haz. And think how many cold showers we can have together." Louis giggled. Harry snuggled closer. "Tell you what, why don't I make us some light dinner, and we can eat and catch an early night? I'm so tired, Haz." Louis yawned to emphasise.

"Sounds great. We don't have any food to cook, though."

"Yeah we do, I bought some spaghetti, onions and sauce from a shop at the airport, love."

Harry laughed helplessly. "You're so perfect, you know that?"

"I know. Wanna help?"

"How hard can it be to bung some food in a pan and stir in sauce?" Harry frowned.

"Fine then, I'll do it on my own." Louis added a sad tone, making Harry stir.

"Oh wait, okay, I'll help." He looked up apologetically.

"Heeheehee, always works." Louis kissed Harry's head and got up, bending down to pick up a bag with a foreign name on it.

After two minutes laying on the bed, Harry went out to see if Louis was alright - and also to help. To his pleasant surprise, his boyfriend was standing over the hobs without a shirt on. Harry growled sexually.

"I thought you were sensitive of your body?" Harry winked.

"Haz, it's boiling, you can hardly blame me." Louis was struggling to open the bolognese sauce. "Bloody thing."

"Here, let me." Harry took it off him, tried opening it and failing. So he used his t-shirt to try and unscrew it, but that didn't work either - too sweaty. So, he too took off his top, throwing it somewhere next to Louis'. Louis stared at the familiar spatter of muscle and ink across Harry's chest and arms, getting turned on.

"Can I have a hug?" Louis asked, quite stupidly. Harry smiled widely.

"Yeah." So he let Louis fling his arms round his neck, in turn wrapping his arms round the small of his back, pulling him closer. The skin friction felt so good.

"Should we er... have this cold shower, then?" Louis pulled away, giving Harry a kiss. "You look so hot and sexy, I can't resist."

"But I'm hungry..."

Louis detached fully, and stood back over the stove. "Fine, let's eat." He looked embarrassed - yeah, he was blushing bright red. For the first time, he was rejected by Harry.

Of course, Harry meant something else. He went up behind his shirtless boyfriend and sneaked his arms round his front, palming up Louis' muscle and nipples, and of course those slight peks. He kissed his bare shoulder. "But I'm hungry for you, Lou. I want to feel you on me, I want you to make you feel good. So good." He kissed Louis' neck, making Louis lean back in surrender.

"Ugh, Harry, you make my heart beat so fast."

"You too, honey. Cold shower?" He moved his hand down, down, down, down, down, through Louis' tight chino shorts and tight, bright yellow underwear and stroked his quickly hardening member.

"Let's go."