author- SensibleDirection
pairings- louis tomlinson/harry styles
words- 2,385
notes- god i love this one shot
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As Harry walked into the bar he was immediately welcomed by the sound of happy holidaymakers chattering over a background of chillout music and tinkling glasses. He was so ready for this break. This last week had been a long one. He spotted a stool at the bar beside a slim chap who looked around his age but there was a jacket scrunched in a messy ball on the stool.
He addressed the young man "Hiiiii. Sorry to bother you mate, but do you know whether that seat is taken?"
The man turned to look at him and Harry's breath caught at the sight of his friendly, piercing blue eyes, framed by stunningly long eyelashes. Wow, thought Harry. He's so fucking pretty.
"Sorry man" replied pretty eyes, with a broad Yorkshire accent. "I'm a bit of a messy bastard. It's my jacket. Here. Please. Sit down". He lifted the jacket and plonked it unceremoniously on the stone floor of the bar and Harry grinned and sat down.
"I'm Louis, by the way, and I can tell by your accent that you're a fellow Brit. Have you just arrived?"
Harry shook Louis' hand. "Hi Louis. I'm Harry. Pleased to meet ya mate. Yeah. Just got here. Haven't been here before but I've heard a lot of good things about it. I know it costs a bit but I'm already impressed by what I've seen. Have you been here long?"
Louis shrugged. "I've been here just over a week. It's a pretty cool place. I think you'll like it if you prefer a laid back, chillout sort of break. People tend to mind their own business within their little groups which is a refreshing change for me."
"I see" said Harry. "Um. Hope I'm not bothering you too much Louis! I'm looking for a bit of peace and quiet myself, so I know what you mean."
Louis smirked and looked at his feet momentarily before slowly and deliberately lifting his gaze back to his green-eyed companion. "On the contrary Harry. I've been enjoying my own company a bit too long so ..... please. Stay where you are. I'm gonna get another drink. Can I get you one?"
Now it was Harry's turn to smirk. "I'd love a drink. What would you recommend?"
"The bartender fixes a mean cocktail. Can I tempt you with a Slippery Nipple? Or Sex on the Beach is a nice long one that comes in a tall glass. I do like a tall one"
Harry felt his jeans suddenly get tighter around the crotch at Louis' blatant flirting. This was going well. Soooo well. "Go on then, you talked me into it. Sex on the Beach will do me nicely" he winked.
Louis looked suddenly shy and Harry could see his neck start to look flushed. He ordered the drinks and turned back to Harry. "So Harry. What are YOU escaping from? What brings you to Jamaica?"
"Oh you know, the usual stuff. Life getting too hectic and strange but at the same time feeling very static and stagnant .... the need to take some time out. That sorta thing. What about you?"
Louis nodded in recognition at Harry's story. "Same sorta thing mate. Clearing a bit of head space. What do you do for a living Harry?"
Harry hesitated, as if considering his response carefully. "I, um. I have my own business. I own a successful tattoo studio in London but lately it feels like I'm spending too much time on the business side of things and planning too much for the future and less of the hands-on and creative side of it."
