More Than a Best Friend

Epilogue

Liam’s beach house was a little piece of paradise, in so many ways. All five boys were able to get away from their routine lives for a week, and it was really beautiful. The backyard was the beach, so, yes, it was nothing to complain about. Everything was going to be forgotten for a while and it was just going to be them and it was all planned out – and if it went according to plans everything was going to be absolutely fantastic. Harry and Louis looked forward to alone time, even if they were sharing the house with three other boys, it felt much more alone without their mums in the rooms next door or their sisters somewhere around the house. Because, honestly, lately it just became a matter of a question when someone will come bursting in and they were going to get caught, and that maybe didn’t exactly worry them back when all there was an exchange of kisses and occasional hand job or a blow job if they were completely sure no one was around – but all in all they were horny teenagers who caught themselves in a craze of sex and their houses were just never all that empty.

The couple was warned about their little activities more than once by their friends. Put something on the doorknob or just wait ‘till we all go to sleep and then go crazy with each other, and if we’re awake please just don’t be too loud, actually, just be really quiet.

Louis couldn’t wait to take Harry away. The boy had been absolutely wonderful. And he hasn’t relapsed since the last time, and it’s been months. Louis made it a habit to congratulate him every day. And Harry wasn’t sure how long he’d keep it up if Louis stopped acknowledging how much he tries. Because Harry still felt as if there was something missing and Louis knows it won’t be easy for Harry to shake the feeling.

It was beginning of August when they settled into the house, talking over the past eight months and how much had changed, really it was just the three boys talking, Harry and Louis were really just exchanging looks knowing the most change happened to them, and thanking each and every piece of it, from the worst to the better – because it brought them here.

The second day came with an early wakeup call from Liam, dragging all of them to the beach. Harry and Louis were a naked, tangled mess of limbs covered with a thin sheet when Liam burst into their bedroom. And they took their time with coming over to breakfast because really it was a bad choice for Harry to ask Louis to join him in the shower. So things didn’t go exactly the way Liam planned, because it was already almost lunchtime when they got to the beach, Niall complaining about the fact they were all jumping into the slightly still cold at the first touch sea and not eating when they arrived.

Harry put his best efforts into trying to drown Louis, but the older boy put up a fight, crashing his lips with Harry’s as soon as he caught breath and Harry was defeated then and there because his arms gave up on the attempts to push Louis’ shoulders beyond the surface and instead wrapped around Louis.

The third day went by quietly and very much like the second one. They caught onto the fact all of them really needed this. Later the evening, Louis pressed his fingertips on Harry’s scars whispering a how proud he is of him. Harry smiled widely and kissed Louis’ neck before he dozed off hanging around Louis.

Fourth day went by a little less than quietly because Zayn and Niall decided to bring out the drinks in the evening and the house was a mess as boys were boys. Harry and Louis were glued to each other as Zayn and Niall had a drunken conversation and Liam freaked out around them, still relatively sober. When Harry’s shirt came off and Louis latched himself on Harry’s collarbone, the others decided to call the night quits.

Louis slowly got Harry out of the rest of his clothes and then he got himself out of his clothes and soon heavy breathing was exchanged and lips were pressed tightly together as utter bliss took both of their bodied over.