Let Go - Larry Stylinson

VI

Harry woke up first, like he had the previous day. He carried Louis to the car, wrapped up in a blanket, dropped a kiss on his forehead, and got on the road. They were destined to get to Cleveland by 11. 

Louis woke up just after 9 in the morning, stretching his arms above his head as they traveled through the fields of Minnesota. 

"Good morning." Harry said, looking over to a yawning Louis.

"Good morning." Louis said as he looked at his surroundings. "Where are we."

"Minnesota. I've been driving for two hours."

"Do you want me to drive?"

"You can drive once we get to Chicago. Then you can get us to Cleveland."

The boys didn't turn the music on once during their trip to Cleveland. They just talked. They talked and talked and talked. They got to know each other better in one day than most people get to know  eachother in a year. 

Harry was starting to fall in love with Louis, as was Louis with Harry. Neither of the boys had ever felt this way about someone else before. 

It took Louis months to realize that he loved Liam, but he already knew he loved Harry. There was something about Harry that Louis adored. 

Harry had never been in a serious relationship before. He had always just went with the flow, having a few fuck buddies here and there, as he put it. 

Louis pulled into a hotel east of Cleveland shortly before eleven. Harry didn't sleep once while Louis was driving, he just continued to talk to Louis, learning all about him.

"So do you want a room with one or two beds?" Harry asked Louis as he smirked.

"Let's just do one bed, so we can save money for New York." Louis said, making up the part about the money. He just wanted to cuddle with Harry again.

It wasn't long before the two were both changed into their pajamas, kissing each other as Louis laid on top of Harry's body. They quickly fell asleep as they did the night before, Louis laying on his side, wrapped in Harry's arms. 

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They got to New York just after two that next day. Louis had driven the whole, despite Harry's objection. 

"We did it!" Harry yelled as the two got out of their car at the rental place.

They two embraced each other as they waited for their cab to arrive. 

Louis was very excited. He had never been to New York before. He wanted to do everything. He wanted to see the Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, the World Trade Center, basically everything. 

The two got to a very fancy hotel in which they decided they would stay for three weeks, rather than one. 

Their room had a massive living area, accommodated with a large flat screen TV, and a curved sectional sofa that stretched around the room. The kitchen was small, but had a full size fridge and all appliances needed for cooking. 

Their touristy plans started tomorrow, as they were both tired. They took a nap in their room just off of the living area, on a large king sized bed decorated in bright sheets and pillows, with a massive TV in front of the large bed. 

Harry woke up at 6 in the evening, at which point he decided to make dinner for the two. He wrote a note for his Droplet telling him he went to the store, if he were to wake up, and went downstairs to the lobby. There was a small market down the street just one block, so he decided to go there. He didn't know what he was going to make yet, so he thought of ideas as he walked down the busy street. He decided he would make spaghetti, remembering something Louis had told him. Keeping the ingredients he needed in mind, he got a large bag of noodles, some tomato sauce, a few bunches of fresh herbs, some containers of spices, and a little bit of Parmesan cheese. 

When Harry returned to their hotel room, Louis was sitting on the counter, waiting patiently.

"So what are you going to cook for me, Honeysuckle?"

"OH MY FAVORITE!" Louis squealed. "Do you want any help?"

"You can help me by sitting right there and looking cute." Harry said as he smiled.

"Well that's a boring job." Louis whined.

"Well then go get us some music to dance to."

Louis jumped off of the counter and ran to his room to grab his phone. The hotel was equipped with some fancy Bluetooth speakers, which Louis connected to immediately. The next thing the boys knew, they were hopping and prancing all around the kitchen to the beautiful voice of Amy Winehouse. Harry stopped every now and then to stir the sauce and check the noodles, still swinging his hips and giggling as he did so. 

The two sat down for dinner while the music still played, although much quieter. 

"This is really good, Harry." Louis said after he swallowed a bite.

"Thank you. I used to cook it for my sister all the time when we were kids."

"So you're pretty familiar with cooking?"

"Well my grandfather died when I was in middle school, which left it to just my grandma, my sister, and, me."

"You're grandma didn't cook for you?"

"She had to get another job, so she could take care of us, so she was always working late. She taught me how to cook so my sister and I were never hungry. I owe her a lot. She gave up everything for my sister and I, and I can never tell her how grateful I am."

Louis stopped the conversation about Harry's grandma, knowing that she had died a few months ago.

The two finished their dinner and continued to talk for an hour, but decided to go to bed early so they could see the city the next day.

The two got in bed, and began to follow their bed time routine. First Harry would ask for a goodnight kiss, then Louis would crawl on top of Harry and start kissing him. When they were finished, Louis would lay on his side and fall asleep while Harry held him in his arms. But tonight, Louis couldn't fall asleep. He pulled away from Harry's arm and turned over so they were facing each other.

"Harry?" Louis asked.

"Yes my droplet?"

"I've just been wanting to tell you something for a while. And we're sharing a bed now so you should probably know."

"You can tell me anything. What is it?"

"I'm a virgin."

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