(Spin The Harry) / (Stylinson + Horayne) / (boyxboy)

(x x x v i i) \ (kids in hawaii)

Previously on Spin the Harry:

 

Harry, in a drunken voice, slurs, “You don’t like me anymore? Is that why you were making out with her?... D-do-do you not want to be gay… with me…Lou? Do you prefer being with a girl because it’s easier? Is that it?” – he chokes back a few tears – “Do you like her b-b-better because she’s a girl? Because she’s not me, a boy? Or is it because people won’t hate yo-o-ou for being different when you d-d-date her? Is that it?”

“Harry,” Zayn stops him, holding him by the waist.

“And to even think I came back for you. For you Lou-u-u-u-u-u! I came back because I was ready to be with you forever but then I see you kis-s-s-s-s-sing El-eleawhore and I wonder if it was all worth it,” he cries at Louis but it looks like he’s talking to himself because his head is buried in Zayn’s shoulders. Zayn rubs his back, soothing him as he empties his fears. “Why don’t you like me?” He slides down Zayn’s body, hugging his legs like a baby clasping one finger. “Why don’t you like me-e-e-e?”

“I… I do…I’m sorry, I… I don’t-” Louis begins, struggling to find words. He takes a deep breath and begins. “I loved you the moment I kissed you at the airport two years ago, I loved you last night when you didn’t come home for dinner, I love you now at” – he glances at his watch – “5:36AM, I will love you when I wake up to your face, I will love you for the next 7 months, and every day after that.”

Harry wipes his tears with the back of his hands, sniffing and swallowing the extra saliva in his mouth. His glittery eyes continue gazing at Louis who continues talking, now holding his hand [the one not with snot], “And… and even if we’re never together ever again, Heaven forbid, If… if I’m ever with somebody else-”

“No,” Harry quietly whispers.

“It will always be you that I am thinking of.”

“Pr-promise?”

“I swear!”

 

And now:

 

“SAY cheese.”

The boys crowd around Harry, struggling to fit into the camera view before they get on their 17 hour flight to Honolulu. He snaps the picture and immediately sends it to his Twitter of 51, 078, 306 million followers.

“We look awesome,” Niall smiles looking at the photo. He was kissing Liam on his temple, the latter boys’ teeth gleaming all through. Zayn was squeezed behind the boys and in the front was Larry, dimples, teeth and all smiles from them.

“I hate my hair,” Zayn complains, “you cramped it up before I could take the picture.”

“It looks fine,” Liam reassures him, ruffling his hair on purpose.

“I don’t even know why you bother gelling your hair every day,” Niall wonders.

“Hey,” Harry whispers, pulling Louis back from the lads. He turns around. “Let’s take a photo.”

“Didn’t we just take one?” he questions, “You’re becoming a white girl.”

“I meant, uh, me… me and you…us together… in a picture.” He struggles to say what he wants, awkwardly shuffling in his place, grasping onto his phone hard.