Friends With Benefits (Larry AU) COMPLETED

Epilogue

Because I have been asked, ever so kindly (and I never actually thought of doing one)

I like a lot of hot weather. My Mum has always called me a sun baby, ever since I was little.

But this is different. Being out in St. Lucia with Louis, well, that's just beyond perfect. The thing about Louis, he enjoys a good holiday. He doesn't always get one, and he never includes business trips.

But he did this one without me even knowing, booking tickets and hauling me to the airport. Hell, he even packed my suitcase for me. When I asked if he was sure I would have everything I needed, he replied 'yeah, just picked up all the hippie shit'.

I smile thinking about it, eyes flickering over the deep orange and reds of the sunset in the distance. I know he was joking to play down he's done something romantic. The thing is, he knows I don't care about his money. I'm doing alright now, I have a job doing exactly what I was taught in Uni, except I'm now doing the teaching. I get paid a fair bit. Never as much as Lou, though.

With the holiday though, it's clear he's paid for the most expensive stuff. He acts like I wouldn't notice, but having a private apartment with no one nearby, it's own balcony over its own secluded beach? I'm not exactly stupid.

Thinking about arriving only yesterday has my skin heating up. Yeah, he still gets me so hot. Of course, he immediately took up my offer of thanking him for the trip with my mouth. And as always, he ended up with his perfect arse in the air, with me placed where I'll always belong until we both unravelled.

The sliding door behind me opens, bringing me out of my very crude thoughts, and then onto slightly ruder ones. Because here is my Louis, wearing nothing but his boxers, and like always, my stomach is a pile of mush instantly.

"Why is it when I'm thinking about your arse, it always appears?" I ask him, leaning back happily as I check it out.

Louis chuckles, his face perfectly hairy. Just how I like it. He's fucking gorgeous, you know?

"Bit weird, but can we have a chat?" He asks, with no worry in his voice whatsoever.

"Sure." I reply.

He seems so relaxed. I love seeing him like this and in the sun. He tans so nicely, makes his skin so soft, and don't get me started on tan lines.

"I was thinking about moving out of the flat," He starts, looking at the sunset briefly. "You know, get somewhere bigger and that. We've been in that place for too long. If you want?"

He's added it on, and it's the only sign he's nervous about it.

"Yeah, we could do," I respond. "If I can pay for the same shit I do now."

Louis groans, holding the bar along the balcony and throwing his head back petulantly.

"If I thought there would be any point in arguing with you, I would do it," Louis scoffs, and then readjusts himself, elbows on the railing. "And anyway, I'm not finished, you twat."

I huff a laugh, amused at his words. He sure has a way with them, my Louis.

"Please, do continue." I hum, looking at his lovely bum again.

Louis sighs heavily, looking over at the sun again before he turns and leans back. Which leaves him to notice I'm now ogling his crotch. He blushes ever so slightly when he realises what I'd previously been looking at, and I still love it so much.