Pride {l.s.}

77- Disney

The Story So Far

Harry was in a car crash and broke his arm. Louis is getting ready to propose. They plan on taking a trip to Disney World, and Louis was a plan in mind.

The drive to Disney World is only a half hour drive if I-4 E doesn't have too much traffic. For Disney World is the primary attraction in Florida, I've never even been there. I may have been from an upper-class family, but my parents didn't have the time of day to spend a day at Disney. Even Harry has gone on there for vacations all the way from Vermont. To make up for my lack of what he calls "American cultural experience", Harry and I saved up enough money to spend 5 whole days in Disney at the Boardwalk.

The price is crazy high. I never knew that it was this expensive, but Harry was big on getting the whole experience for me. He keeps telling me that it was his favorite part of his childhood. I think he's just trying to make up for the lack of mine. I thank him for trying, but he doesn't really have to. I've moved past the things I've done and the things that have been done to me in the past. 

I've forgiven my mother. I even told her that I'm planning on proposing to Harry. She was proud of me and said that I had her full support. We've both moved past the bad times we had. Father John is mainly forgotten, but I still have nightmares sometimes. Harry has to wake me up to stop me from screaming. Some thoughts don't ever go completely away. 

We check into the hotel on the Boardwalk around 4:00 pm. Disney's Boardwalk Inn is pricey. I could barely look at the numbers when Harry used his credit card to pay for it online. He keeps reassuring me, but I know that it will all be worth every cent. Getting away from everything is not something Harry and I do often. Five days of just us sounds like heaven. 

"So, I know we looked at the cheapest rooms when we were originally searching, but I may have changed that," Harry admits to me as we ride up the elevator to the third floor of the hotel. 

"What do you mean you changed our room?" I ask. The elevator stops on our floor, and Harry pushes the trolley out with our bags before he bothers to reply. I follow him out of the elevator and down the hallway. "Harry? What do you mean?"

Harry continues silently down the hallway a bit further before he suddenly stops at the door that I assume is our room. 

"My mom randomly called me the other day," Harry starts, and my face goes pale. Please tell me that she didn't tell him about the engagement. "She offered to pay for the trip. I tried to reason with her, and she eventually said that we can split the cost only if I change the room."

I relax a bit knowing that she didn't say anything to him, but I assume she called and is helping us out because she knows that this is a vacation neither of us will ever forget. 

"That's very sweet of her," I admit with a genuine smile, "but what room did she want us to have?"

"She wanted us to have the best view."

Harry swipes the room key. The green light appears, and Harry opens the door as if he is the Beast showing Belle the grand library in the castle. I step past him and see the nicest hotel room I've ever been in. The king size bed has a white comforter with a blue accented blanket at the foot of the bed. The TV is bigger than the one Harry has, and all of the woodwork of the furniture makes it feel like my old house. I can't imagine us affording this, but I continue to make my way in. I peak into the bathroom to see a large jacuzzi that we will definitely be taking advantage of. 

I make my way to the glass doors as the bright Orlando sun shines in. I slide the door open and step out onto the balcony, and I see that every extra dollar spent on this room was worth the view.

We are right above the boardwalk, the wide sidewalk along the water that extends down to more shops and restaurants. There are stringed lights hanging up along it that will light it up once the sun starts to go down. The boardwalk curls around the water, but across the water, I can see a large golf ball (which Harry informed me is called Epcot) and the theme park. It's absolutely gorgeous. 

"Harry," I turn around to look at him as he stands in the open doorway to the room with a smirk on his face, "it's beautiful. I love this view."

"I personally prefer this view," Harry comments slyly as he looks only at me. 

I blush at his stupid comment and walk across the hotel room towards him. I lean in and kiss him. 

"Thank you, Harry."

"Our vacation hasn't even begun yet."

Harry pulls the trolley in. We unload our bags, and we bring the trolley back down after we are satisfied with taking turns riding it up and down the hallway. When we come back up to the room, Harry offers to unpack my suitcase into the drawers for me. I find myself getting tense again knowing what he could accidentally find in my suitcase. 

"No, I can do it."

"Lou, it's okay. Go and sit out on the balcony. I can unpack."

"No, Harry. I told you that I can do it," I reply sternly, and I notice too late that I said it too harshly. Harry notices that too. 

"Is something going on, Lou?" Harry asks softly. 

"What do you mean?" I ask. I feel nervousness set in. Confrontations don't always feel the best. 

"I mean that you've been acting weird," Harry replies. I can feel the exhaustion in his voice before he walks over to the bed and sits down on it. "You've been quieter. You're away more often. You're on your phone more often. You seem more nervous around me."

"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to act weird," I reply. 

"Are you cheating on me?" Harry asks me abruptly. 

"What!?"

"Are you seeing someone else, Louis?" he asks again. I can tell that this is an honest question. He really does believe that I'm cheating on him. All of those things are because I'm trying to surprise him, and I'm getting nervous. It's exactly the opposite of seeing someone else; I'm making plans to see him every day for the rest of my life.

"No, no, I'm not, Harry. I swear I'm not." I walk over and sit next to him on the bed. I try to take on of his hands, but he pulls it out of my grasp. My chest hurts having him pull away from my touch because he thinks that there's someone else. "It's only you, Harry."

"We haven't..."

"We haven't what?"

"We haven't made love in awhile. Is he just better than me at it?"

"Harry, love. Look at me." Harry looks up at me. I take his hands into mine. He doesn't pull away this time. "I love you and only you. I have never looked at another person the way I look at you. I'm sorry I've been acting weird. I've got a lot on my mind."

"I feel like you sometimes don't tell me what's going on in your head."

"Do you want to know what's going on in my head right now?"

I lean forward and whisper into Harry's ear. His face turns red before he gets up from the bed and walks over to the glass doors. He shuts the glass door I left open and shuts the curtains to conceal us from the outside. 

He turns to look at me with lustful eyes. "We still have reservations at 6:00 ."

I get up from the bed and walk to him. I set my hands on the sides of his waist before they drift to his belt and begin to unbuckle it.

"We may have to cancel."

A/N

I'm trying to remember all I can from my vacation to Disney World Orlando when I was 7. So if I mess up, I tried my best. 

And there's this really hot girl in my art class... 

xoxo raindropkiss1