Louis has been forced to listen for days to Harry's ranting and raving over some canyon he and his friends are planning on road tripping to and then camping in
"You gotta see it to believe it, Lou," Harry gushes from his position laying on top of Louis with his head resting on the smaller man's chest, Louis sighs dreamily, "And I'm sure you and your hippie friends- will have a wonderful time'," his voice gets louder towards the end when Harry digs his fingers into his sides, breaking off into laughs.
"Not nice," Harry grumbles, resettling and laying his head back on Louis' chest, listening to his now racing heartbeat.
Louis exhales deeply through his nose as he runs his hands through his lover's curls, "I genuinely believe I won't have fun, I'll probably ruin the energy," he mocks the time Mitch told Louis he 'liked his energy', and Harry snorts.
"They really do want to get to know you," the curly-haired one insists, sitting up to straddle Louis, "and I want you to go, so that's final," he says with a serious face, breaking when Louis exasperatedly scoffs.
"Now let's look at some pictures of the canyon," Harry smiles brightly as he leans to the left to snatch his phone off his nightstand, ignoring Louis' groan of disapproval.
He taps at the screen for a bit before his eyes light up and he's flipping the phone toward Louis, who chuckles when the screen shows the photo Harry just took of him sprawled out on the bed.
"Look what I'd be missing out on for two weeks," Harry whines, his shoulders sagging, "that's too long to be gone from you."
The blue-eyed man rolls his eyes fondly, "Show me some pictures, then," he shrugs, "maybe I'll change my mind."
Harry's frown flips to a broad grin and he falls to the bed beside Louis, both of them spending the rest of the morning looking at pictures.
Louis finally admits the canyon is gorgeous
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A week later the couple is putting their bags into the trunk of Sarah's van, which Harry got an earful about when she pulled up onto their driveway.
Louis standing with his arms crossed, glare flicking between the horrid hippie-van and his lovely hippie-boyfriend.
"There's no way in hell I'm going to be seen in this," he whisper-yells to Harry, gesturing to the vehicle.
"You're right, we wouldn't want to ruin your reputation," Harry says offhandedly as he gets in the van, giggling when he hears Louis' squawk from behind him. He turns around and holds a hand out to his smaller beau, who lightly smacks his hand and climbs over Harry to sit in the middle, Tyler on his right, who's smiling to himself at the pair's bickering.
When everything is set, Sarah begins driving and Louis immediately rests his head on Harry's shoulder intending to sleep the entire drive as a way to avoid conversation, but can't hold his tongue when Hozier starts blasting through the speakers.
"Ugh, I hear enough of this already, listen to something else for once," he complains, and Harry laughs when his friends all gasp dramatically.
"You're already on thin ice, Louis, watch your mouth," Sarah hisses, and Louis laughs lightheartedly, "Alright, alright, fine," he waves her off, still leaning on Harry, who rests his head against Louis' after intertwining their fingers, and they stay like that for the rest of the drive.
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Luckily the canyon isn't too far away, only being a couple of hours away from LA, and Louis is awestruck as they loop around the mountains to get to the bottom, where it resembles a desert.
