The Perfect Match.

Chapter 57

Harry's busy looking through their suitcase, his phone blasting music while he does; he's trying to find an outfit for the club tonight, though he's having a hard time deciding on 1 shirt. He puts several on the bed and stares at them, his finger to his lip.

He hears the door of the suite open and he's looking in that direction immediately, waiting for Louis.

"Harold, you here?" Louis calls before he steps through the bedroom door. He sees Harry and then the clothes on the bed and chuckles a little. "What are you doing?"

"I'm... I'm trying to decide on what to wear tonight," Harry replies and turns back to the shirts, "I like the sheer one..."

"Of course, haven't you always," Louis rolls his eyes but smiles.

"But, I don't know... I kinda wanted to go with something a little more different tonight," Harry sighs. "Plus, it's fucking cold."

"And where are we going exactly?" Louis asks with a wide grin.

Harry gives him a look, "don't act like you don't know."

"Who ruined it?" Louis chuckles and sits down on the bed, watching Harry picking up every shirt and staring at it before he moves on to the next one.

"Who do you think ruined it?" Harry laughs a little and throws 2 of the shirts back into the suitcase.

"Liam, I'm guessing," Louis replies. Harry nods with a smile and Louis continues, "that fucking git."

"What? We agreed on clubbing while we were here anyway," Harry looks over at him, "didn't realize you wanted to go tonight, though."

"Well, that's tonight," Louis starts with a sly grin, "we have plenty of time before then."

"What are you implying?" Harry asks and looks up from his shirt he's holding.

"I don't know... maybe a little R&R here in the room, then some sight seeing," Louis suggests and stands, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

"What is your definition of R&R, Mr. Tomlinson?" Harry smirks and watches Louis unbuttoning the Saint Laurent shirt he picked out for him.

"I don't know... how about a swim maybe?" Louis shrugs.

Harry steps over, undoing the last bottom buttons of Louis' shirt, his eyes staying on Louis' the entire time. He pulls the shirt off of him and lets it hit the floor before his fingers are tracing over Louis' stomach above his pants. He leans in and whispers in Louis' ear while he's slowly unbuttoning the pants, "how about we stay here for a few minutes, then go for a swim?"

Louis' neck automatically breaks out in goosebumps at the feel of Harry's breath. He closes his eyes and sighs when Harry's plump lips begin leaving small kisses down his jawline.

"I... I love the way you think," Louis manages to get out with a heavy sigh.

"Good," Harry whispers again, unzipping the pants slowly and wandering his hand inside, feeling of Louis' hard cock. "Someone's already eager, it seems."

"How could I not be?" Louis mumbles out, "you know just looking at you turns me on, Harold."

"I know that," Harry says out quietly, "I remember the night in my art studio forever ago..."

Louis sighs as Harry's lips meet his neck while his hands are slipping the pants down Louis' hips. He tugs at the underwear, pulling them down before he's gripping Louis' ass cheeks and pulling them into him.

"Fuck," Louis moans softly, feeling how hard Harry is through his own jeans, "get those bastards off already."

Harry smirks and starts undoing his jeans slowly while Louis is unbuttoning Harry's top quickly.