Whisper The Wind (Larry Stylinson)

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Louis stands in the car park outside the shop, waiting for Harry to gather up his things, the familiar gravel underneath his feet once again. He thinks back to this morning, standing in the same place, excitement and trepidation coursing through his veins as he had seriously contemplated making a run for it back to England. Popping his aviators over his eyes, he looks up to the heavens and sends a silent prayer in thanks that he managed to find the courage to go inside. He shudders when he thinks about what he would've missed out on. Harry. Gorgeous, funny, kind, tactile, tanned, broad, and so fucking sexy he can't even believe his good fortune.

"So, how do you want to do this?" Harry asks as he locks the front door.

Louis smirks, not turning around. "Well, I'm versatile, so happy to go with whatever you want. Haven't bottomed in a while but I'm keen to give it a whirl if that suits you better."

He hears Harry fumble and drop his keys and Louis smiles, looking over his shoulder. Louis one, Harry zip, as he tallies up the imaginary score in his head. "No, you idiot," Harry says as he shakes his curly locks, groaning. "I mean, good to know. I am too, versatile I mean, so... But I meant with the cars."

Louis chuckles and presses the button on his smart key, blinkers flashing. "I knew what you meant, you great muppet. I'll just follow behind, or give me the address and I'll chuck it in the sat nav." He pauses, thinking about how he hopes the evening might pan out. "Actually, can we swing by my hotel so I can grab a few things?"

Harry comes up beside him. "Yeah sure. Good idea. I might pick up some bits in town and meet you at the hotel in around fifteen minutes?"

"You're not ditching me, are you Styles?"

"Don't worry." Harry pats him on the arse, giving it a playful squeeze. "Wild horses couldn't drag me away from you, or this arse."

"Cheeky."

"Mhmmm... Just thought I'd whip us up something for dinner. But we should swap numbers in case we lose each other." Harry takes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it before handing it over.

"You think of everything, don't you, clever boy." Louis brings up a new message and taps in his number, sending himself a text, the chime going off in his pocket as he hands Harry back his phone.

"I'm at the Ramada. I'll meet you in the driveway when you're done?"

"Sounds good. Any allergies or foods you despise that I should be aware of?"

"No allergies. I'm a vegetarian. Not a massive fan of legumes, but I'll eat them. Too much dairy and I'll be spending the evening admiring your bathroom instead of admiring you. Otherwise, all good."

"Man after my own heart. I'm vegetarian too."

"Match made in heaven then." Louis smiles and raises up on his toes to peck a kiss on Harry's cheek. "Catch you at the hotel!" He calls as he heads to the car.

"See you soon!" Harry shouts as he walks towards a shiny silver BMW SUV, an X6 if Louis isn't mistaken. Well that's unexpected. What's a bloke who works in a surf shop doing driving around in a hundred thousand pound car? The plot thickens, he muses.

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Louis finds a nice, overpriced, leather bag in the hotel gift shop. It was either that or a bright yellow tote with a cartoon koala in oversized sunglasses plastered on the front, so the decision ended up being an easy, albeit expensive one.

He loads up the bag with some essentials, lets the concierge know he's going to need the car for an extra day or two, and is back outside waiting in the driveway when Harry arrives.