Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

F o r t y - n i n e

"We're having a trip to the Bahamas." Louis announces to Harry dryly while the other two are occupied.

"What?" Harry asks in distress, speechless. "Y-you can't do that! I thought we only agreed that we can only go to beaches around London—"

Louis shrugs, "welp, the thing is—there aren't that much beaches in London—most of them already have E.Coli so—"

"London's quite big, Louis. I'm sure there are some around." Harry insists, getting his phone and opening google, making Louis grab it and hide it behind his back. Harry flinches(his reflexes quite late)and makes grabby hands and gives up eventually when Louis sits on it.

Louis smiles smugly, making Harry groan.

"Come on, Harry. Don't be such a party pooper. We need to have a—uh—squad trip before uni starts." Louis tries as Harry stands in front of him.

Harry looks at him, unimpressed. "Really? A Squad trip?" He says, quoting the word "squad".

"Who even uses 'squad' anymore?" Harry stifles a laugh but stops hastily.

"Me." Louis finally stands up and looks at Harry half serious and half jokingly, trying to intimidate him. They're now standing in front of each other, Louis being slightly taller(something impossible.) than Harry as he stares down at the boy.

They stare at each other for ages until Harry realises, widening his eyes and moving away almost in an instant. He turns his back at Louis and mutters, "O-okay." Then leaves him to go to his bedroom.

—

After a day of convincing Harry, he finally said yes. They all agreed to meet up at his house at noon. Louis brought his bag full of skateboard shoes, tanktops, skinnies and speedos—Niall on the other hand brought a lot of packed chips and only a few shorts, not even casual clothing since he claimed that they'll be in a beach, why the hell do they even need to wear normal clothes?

Zayn thinks otherwise though. He brought a lot of shirts. He decided on not even being shirtless most of time while they swim.

Now, Harry. He's packed a lot. He currently has 3 baggages with him while the other three barely even packed. He brought all of their possible necessities like sunblock, dental floss, medicine and all those boring ol' stuff.

He's the prepared mother among the bunch.

They then went to the airport to finally board a plane to the Bahamas—not before eating though, Niall's request.

After an hour, they're now in the airplane, ready to take off.

"Please turn off all your electronics or put them into airplane mode to prevent any disruptions."

The group walks over to their designated seats. As Niall is about to settle down, Louis pushes him forward so he can sit in his seat instead. He receives a glare. Louis gives him a pleading look, making Niall sigh and just carelessly nod.

Louis makes a small victory dance and happily plops on his seat, making Harry widen his eyes and shuffle in his seat. Louis doesn't notice it though.

As the time goes by, his knee keeps on poking Harry's side. He pats it to tell him to move it a bit. Louis mutters a "sorry".

Harry sighs and lays his head on the seat as the flight attendant continues to babble about the safety precautions in the plane.

Louis suddenly speaks, "sorry, this is all I could afford." He shrugs and Harry looks at him immediately with a pitying look.