Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Thirty Six

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After giving Louis a small tour of the place and searching for a good thirty minutes we're able to find the kite in the garage among a lot of other items I didn't even remember buying in the first place. We grab some towels and head over to the beach in one of my cars. "I can't believe how warm it is here!" Louis states as he sticks his hand out of the open window and stares at it as the sun warms his skin. "It's about 22 degrees Celsius, no winter coats needed," I tell him. That's the thing I love about Los Angeles, the weather is amazing. Back in London, it will be around 7 degrees, hello thick coat, scarf and hats!

I drive the familiar route to my favourite little beach just like every single other time I have before while Louis informs me about the idea he and his friends have about organising a football match. He seems so enthusiastic and I find it absolutely adorable, not to mention it's for a good cause. "I'll help you in any possible way," I tell him but he just replies by telling me he doesn't want to 'use' me like that and thinks they have a good chance of getting the word out if they reach out to the local radio station. I do understand his point of view and will support his decision no matter what. "You'll come watch, right?" he asks, now staring at me from the passenger seat. "If I'm not out of the country and everything, I will." I look over and offer him a smile before focussing back on the road.

When we arrive I park the car and am glad to see we're alone. Louis jumps out of the car and retrieves the kite from the back and I quickly grab the small bag with our towels, lock the car and show Louis how to get to the beach I have been telling him about. "It's beautiful. How does no one know about this place?" he asks, gaze fixated on the sea. "I'm sure the locals will know but I'm glad it's not a popular spot" I shrug. When he asks me how I found it I tell him I accidentally stumbled across it while looking for a good morning run route.

It's not as windy as I hoped so I'm not sure the idea to fly the kite will work out but I'm sure we'll figure something out. I lay a large towel on the beach and sit down so I can remove my shoes and stick my feet in the sand. I've always loved the feeling. I watch as Louis tries to untangle the string and curse when it doesn't go as fast as he would have liked. "Fucking finally" he sighs, string carefully wrapped around the small red piece of plastic in his hands.

"How does this work again?" he questions and I get up and walk over to him, taking the kite in my hands and walk backwards as Louis lets the piece of plastic turn in his hands, allowing the string to carefully unwind. "I'll throw it up in the air, try to keep it there okay?" I yell, hoping he can hear me. He just nods and counts down. "Three, two, one, go!" I jump and throw the kite in the air just to have it fall down straight away and hit me in the face.

I fall to the ground out of pure surprise and Louis quickly runs over to me. "Oh, my god. Are you alright?" he asks, trying hard not to laugh. "I'm fine, help me up?" I hold out my hands and watch him take them into his before pulling me to my feet with a little too much force. I fall into him and wrap my arms around his neck hoping to steady myself. He steps back in order for us both not to fall and carefully places his arms around my waist. "Want to try again?" he asks.

Before I get a chance to answer, my feet are dangling inches above the ground and Louis starts to twirl around with me in his arms. I squeal, afraid he might drop me but instead he slows down and lowers me to the ground. His arms around my waist are gone and he walks back over to his previous position, bending down to grab the piece of plastic from the sand. I shake my head and laugh at the childish but cute behaviour.

We try to fly the kite again, and again, and again. We switch sides but we're out of luck. At one point I'm trying to hold onto the plastic bit but the wind has picked up and is too strong. I put my heels in the sand, hoping to be able to tame the flying kite but it's a lot harder than expected. Louis seems to notice my struggle and runs up to me, wraps his arms around my waist from behind and puts his weight into it. Instead of it having the desired result, we both watch the string snap when an unexpected gust of wind pulls the kite further away from us.