Pretty in Plastic (l.s)

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"My milk shake brings all the boys to the yard, and damn right," Louis rolls his hips as he moves in a circle, "it's better than yours."

Harry smiles from the couch, and sips his soda. Harry recently purchased the doll an Alexa, and he has to say that Louis's put it to good use in the first twelve hours. It's been playing old songs nonstop, and— for whatever reason— Louis found it necessary to make a show out of each song for Harry.

"You want me to teach the," Louis stops before bouncing his perky butt, "techniques that freaks these boys. It can't be bought. Just know things get taught."

He peaks over his shoulder, smirks, and winks. "Watch if you're smart."

Harry slips a finger into one of the doll's belt loops, and easily tugs Louis towards his direction. With the music still playing, Harry's lover falls into his lap with ease and giggles. He runs a hand through Harry's hair, and leans up to kiss him.

"I don't know what you're watching on that phone," Harry starts and lightly taps Louis' bum, "but you should know better than to tease me, baby."

"I don't tease, Haz." Louis mumbles. "I'm having fun."

"At the expense of my horniness." It's been a year of them dating now, and sex has been a constant since Louis first experienced it. The doll sees it as a must because Harry treats him so well, and the sleep he gets after a good sex session is beyond compare. It also teaches Louis new things, things that feel so damn good and have him begging for it the next time around.

"You never stay horny for long." Louis rubs his chest. "I always take care of you."

Harry reaches into Louis' hair, and massages the doll's scalp. Louis leans into it, like always, and bites his lip. The doll's eyes become heavy, but he keeps them half opened for sake of conversation. "I've been meaning to ask you something."

"What's that, butterfly?" Harry responds, and tells Alexa to turn off so he can properly listen to Louis.

"The papers in the kitchen. What're those about?"

"Ah," Harry readjusts them so he can be more comfortable and slouch, "I told you Jo is passing the shop down to me. Those are the papers for the lease, and ownership of the store."

"I can't believe he's retiring." Louis pouts, and Harry coos before kissing him.

"He's set for the rest of his life, baby. He's done good with the business, and trusts I can do the same if not better." He uses his other hand to rub Louis' thigh. "I think the shop needs a better design. Could you help me with that?"

"Really?" Louis now his eyes fully open, and he's wide awake despite the calming touches Harry's giving him. "Me?"

"You." Harry chuckles, and Louis smiles.

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Harry opens the door to the resort house, and Louis steps inside with a big smile on his face. In one weeks time, they'll be back home as new store owners and Gemma sent them on a romantic getaway as a gift. She's grown quite proud of her little brother, and she's welcomed Louis with open arms because the doll has made Harry himself again.

"Wow," Louis whispers, "it's beautiful."

His hands touch the walls, and they glide across as he walks further. Harry follows behind him with their bags, and shuts the door. He drops everything in the living area, and finds Louis going towards the back of the one floor where the bedroom is. Gemma sent them to the Bahamas, and Harry already finds it so peaceful. The sea breeze is sweeping through the air in the little house, and the peaceful nature outside brings him calm energy. He knows Louis feels it too.

"Lou," Harry goes to the bedroom and smiles when he sees Louis laying across the bed, "let's unpack."

"Let's cuddle. I'm tired after the plane ride." He rolls onto his side, and the shorts he's wearing ride up his thighs. Harry catches himself before he can drool, and toes his shoes off before joining his boyfriend. He takes his place next to Louis, and the doll instantly nudges his nose against Harry's as a greeting. "I like it here."

Harry hums, and places an arm around Louis. He runs his hand down the doll's back, and gropes the round butt he loves so much. "More than home?"

"Home is surrounding by the city. It's pretty, but it's rushed." He pecks Harry's chin. "Here, we can be together and not worry about work."

"Well, we still have to—" Louis shushes him, and kisses him.

"No," the doll whispers, "work will be there when we get back. What we do here, this peaceful time together, won't. Enjoy it with me, please. Just focus on me."

Harry watches Louis' eyes, and takes the doll's hand. He kisses Louis' knuckles before rubbing his cheek against them. "I can do that, Lou. Gladly."

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"Come on, Lou!" Harry laughs as he sets their beach bag down. Despite having a little private area of sand to themselves, the doll wanted to be out with the public. Neither expected it to be so crowded, though.

Louis walks down the dune, and reaches Harry who's already spraying on sunblock. It's been three days already, and both have gotten tan from being outside so much. Louis hates the sunblock, he really does, because it stinks and it feels sticky. It's just disgusting in the doll's opinion, and he's a hassle for Harry when it comes to applying it.

"Let me put some on you." Harry motions for him to come close, but Louis stays where he is and shakes his head like a child. "Louis, come here."

"No." He says, and takes a few steps back when Harry takes one forward. "It's gross. I feel dirty when I wear it."

"Butterfly, you'll burn. You already have some red from yesterday's hike."

"Which I'm still mad at you for." Louis cross his arms. They did go hiking yesterday, per Harry's begging request, and Louis has never felt so close to death in his short human life. It was hot, long, and not fun. "My legs are still hurting from that."

"I can massage them for you." Harry says, and he avoids mentioning the dull ache in his back because Louis refused to carry anything. Louis squints his eyes, and looks down at the blue bottle in Harry's hand.

"Put it down." The doll mumbles, and Harry puts a hand on his hip. He doesn't do as Louis says, but he does point it at him.

"Come here, please." Louis shakes his head. "Baby, it's to help you. You don't want to get skin cancer or blisters."

"I don't know what either of those are."

"Trust me, it's terrible." Harry says sadly, and he remembers his stepfather passing from cancer. Louis can see the shift in his face, and he knows it's suddenly more serious for Harry now. "I want you safe, butterfly. I wouldn't do this if I thought it could hurt you."

With hesitation, Louis makes his way to Harry, and huffs when his boyfriend spray his limbs before rubbing it in. "I want candy."

"It's in the bag. Let me finish, and you can eat." Louis bites back his smile because, no matter how annoying Harry's parent-like behavior is, it makes his heart flutter that Harry's willing to reward and be patient with Louis when the doll's being difficult.

"Hey," Louis wiggles his toes in the sand, "I love you."

Harry looks up, and smiles. "I love you too."