Escape to Paradise ~ Larry Stylinson

Chapter 2: Chapter two

Louis unloaded the dirty dishes from the cart to the kitchen, finding himself immediately inundated by giggling females, wanting to know every detail of his encounter with One Direction. While he had expected this type of reaction, he found himself not wanting to share the details of his night, preferring to keep them private and revisit them when he was alone in his cabin later, where he could re-live every heated look and soft touch from Harry without the scrutiny of others.

"They were very down to earth and friendly, certainly nice guys" he said carefully. "There's really not much to tell yet. I only delivered their dinner and such."

"For two hours?" asked Perrie, raising her eyebrow at him. "I was beginning to think you were never coming back" she smiled.

Louis couldn't help the blush that crept up his cheeks. None of the other girls seemed to notice, but it didn't get past Perrie's keen gaze and she narrowed her eyes speculatively. He quickly turned away, busying himself grabbing his phone and keys from his locker.

"Oh, well, you know, they needed to be served their dinner and then they had a few questions about what there was to do and stuff, so..." he trailed off.

"You're so lucky Louis!" exclaimed Miranda, an attractive American girl who'd just joined the staff about a month ago. "It's a bit of waste though – they should've given the job to one of us girls! At least we'd have a chance of getting into their pants, especially that Harry. Shit he's gorgeous! I suppose that's why they sent a gay bloke – less chance of hanky panky eh?" She giggled a high pitched giggle and Louis decided that yeah, he didn't really like Miranda that much after all.

"Yeah, well, I guess I'll get some rest in case I'm needed later for any night runs up to the Palace." He said. He walked over to Perrie, giving her a peck on the cheek. "See you later love, I've got my pager on if the lads need me OK?"

"The lads now is it?" she asked quietly, smirking. "What happened to manufactured, lip synching brats?" she asked.

Louis gave her a sheepish smile. "Well let's just say I may have had to revise my opinions after tonight."

Before she could ask him what he meant by that, he walked out into the warm night air. Perrie watched him leave, wondering just what had gotten into him. They'd known each other for two years now and the Lou she knows would have returned from the Villa full of funny stories and anecdotes, all exaggerated enormously for effect. Something seemed a little off, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

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Louis opted for heading back to his cabin, instead of to the bar, where he would normally spend his evening. Niall was working and he didn't feel in the mood to talk. He walked back to his cabin and sat on the tiny deck out the front in his outdoor beanbag, going back over every moment of the evening. The boys had been so surprising. They were nothing like he'd anticipated, especially Harry. From the moment they'd spoken at the beach, he'd made it clear to Louis that he found him attractive. There was no confusion there and Zayn and Liam seemed to fine with it, if their teasing was any indication.

Louis was more than open to a holiday fling with a gorgeous boy and Harry was exceptionally gorgeous. Only, was that an option for Harry? It was different indulging in a little flirting and actually taking it further. He thought back to Miranda's comments. The way she had implied there'd be no interest from the boys in Louis, led him to believe that Harry wasn't publically out as anything but straight, so where did that leave him? He sighed and decided to just see what happened the next time he saw him and take his cue from Harry.

He wasn't required again by eleven o'clock, when the kitchen closed, so he jumped in the shower to get ready for bed. It was more of open bath tub with a shower head over it really, but it was OK.