*Harry enters a eating contest*
Harry and Louis were on holiday in Hawaii, which happened to be one of the few states that they had never visited before.
They had spent their first night there walking around and just taking in the great scenery of the island.
Today they thought they might walk around and find some activities to take part in, and Louis decided he'd probably go surfing. Harry wasn't one for surfing himself, but he was certainly one for watching his boyfriend surf.
Ever since they had come out three months ago, things like this were so much easier. They could go out on dates and go on holiday together and not have to worry about trying to cover it up or hide it. They were together, and they were proud, and they were finally finally out.
So they walked along the sand together, hand in hand, when Harry spotted something that caught his eye. There was a long table being set up in the sand right by a few little outdoor shops. The table was being lined with various foods, and there was a large sign which read:
"EATING CONTEST!
WHEN: 1PM.
WHERE: HERE.
PLEASE SIGN UP AT THE TABLE TO YOUR LEFT."
"Lou, do you dare me to enter the eating contest?" He asked.
"Will you do it whether I dare you or not?"
"...Probably." Harry admitted.
"Then yes, Harold, I dare you."
"Perfect! I haven't eaten anything since breakfast and I'm starved." He smiled, walking over to the table and signing his name.
There were three other names jotted down already, and Harry was sort of excited. He'd never done anything like this before, although he'd seen quite a few eating contests on the telly, he really had no idea what was in store.
It was quarter to one already, so he and Louis decided to sit down by the table and just wait, no use in wandering off for fifteen minutes. One of the natives of the island came over and introduced himself, shaking hands with Harry and Louis. He was apparently going to be the judge of the eating contest.
"Ever done one of these before?" He asked Harry.
"Nope. I'm excited."
"You've got some tough competition. Zac over there is the winner three years running."
Harry looked over to where the man had pointed, seeing a young guy probably a few years older than Harry. Maybe closer to Louis' age. He was thin, probably not much bigger than Harry, and Harry let out a small chuckle. He wouldn't expect the raining champ to be quite so fit, but he supposed he was just used to what he saw on TV. The bigger the guy, the more likely they were to win.
"Well, I've gotta go round up the rest of the contestants. Good luck to you, Harry."
"Thanks, mate."
"Harry, are you sure you want to do this?" Louis asked.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"
"Dunno." Louis shrugged. "I just never pegged this as something you'd be interested in."
"And what did you think I'd be interested in?" Harry asked.
"Watching your super fit boyfriend go surfing?" Louis suggested.
"Super fit boyfriend? When did I get one of those?" Harry teased, bumping Louis' shoulder.
"Oh, shove off, you twat."
"You love me." Harry said.
"Mmm." Louis hummed in agreement. "Dunno why, though."
"Because I'm adorable."
