A/N: Once again, thank you for sticking around. It means the world to me. You all make me so happy.
Louis, November 26th
It was our last day of camping.
After spending the majority of the previous day outside, the third and last one was almost entirely wasted inside the camper. Well, wasted is the wrong word. Cuddling and playing board games with Harry certainly wasn't considered a waste of time. Neither was the sex we had in the top bunk.
Sure, it wasn't fucking under the stars, like Harry had imagined, but it was nice.
Thankfully, Harry had brought a deck of cards, monopoly and downloaded Netflix movies on his tablet. Most of the afternoon was spent in the bottom bunk, cuddling and snogging while watching the three rom-coms I had no say in watching.
"I don't want to go back," Harry whined into my neck after I'd told him we had to leave in an hour. "Can't we stay for longer? Like, one day?"
"I wish we could," I told him. "But I have to go back because otherwise I won't get sleep tonight, and I'm getting up early tomorrow for the meetings that I postponed. Since I'm in charge of everything, all my colleagues are mad at me. I've received angry texts all weekend."
Harry left soft kisses in my neck. "You're the boss," he hummed. "That's so attractive."
"If they knew our meetings were delayed so I could have you in a caravan, kissing my neck, they'd be even more pissed right now," I added, chuckling after. "Although, I guess it wouldn't surprise them."
"Kyle and Steph, right?"
"Yeah. And a bunch of others."
"They seemed nice when I met them in Utah. I liked them." He put his head against my shoulder. "I really look forward to meeting the rest of your friends. Anyone who's friends with you must be a good person, I reckon. Angela, especially. Since you love her so much."
"Iris, Liam's girlfriend, has been texting me one of the pictures of you and I kissing during Snow Patrol every day ever since they leaked."
Harry burst into laughter. "No way! Has she really?"
"Yep. She went mad when they dropped. Imagine what would happen if we kissed in front of her. She'd probably faint."
"What's the deal? Why does she react?"
"First of all, gay men are the best at fucking with people's emotions." Harry giggled against me. "Second, Iris has kind of been my second fake therapist, when Angela hasn't been around, so she knows how much you mean to me, and all that. Well, everyone does, I suppose. So they all love the thought of us being together."
"What about Drew?"
"Harry," I montoned, frowning at him. "Drew isn't my friend. We just had sex every now and then. I barely know him."
"But he liked the thought of you and I, didn't he?"
"Yeah," I replied. "He's a fan of yours. Did I tell you?"
"You did," Harry crooned. "I'm just saying, I wouldn't mind meeting him either. I want to know every part of your life. Is there anyone else I should know about?"
"I'm not sure," I hummed. "There are some people that I go to the club with, sometimes. And other than that, I have connections in the industry, like Seth Blueford, and some of his friends."
"Do you go to gay clubs?"
"I actually don't, most of the time. Only when I'm out for that specific reason, you know. But I don't really have any gay friends, and it gets boring to go alone, so that's why I settled with Drew."
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Dream Writer (Sequel) » Larry AU
Fanfiction[completed] The sequel to Dream Writer. After five years, Louis doesn't see many flaws within himself except one; that he had given up. What he once had considered to be his entire world had been absent for half a decade. There had been no purpose...
