SEASON 3 OF YOUNG ROYALS🥂 Simon was tense and felt as if he couldn't move. Wilhelm's hand took a hold of Simons and Simon instantly felt his body relax. Willies other hand found it's way up to the head of curls on top of the boys head, Simons mouth formed a smile. Wilhelm grinned back at him before putting there lips together in-front of everyone. Wilhelm's hands both moved to Simons waist to pull him in closer, flashing lights from cameras lit up both of there faces, the clicks of the paparazzi were loud enough to hear from miles away. Students cheered, accept for a couple who all sat there pretending to gag. August sat quietly in his chair, a blank expression on his face. Their lips detached, and right when they did Wilhelm was getting pulled away from Simon. Malin held Wilhelm back as he yelled at her to let go of him *THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SMUT, SEXUAL CONTENT, MENTIONS OF SH* IF MENTIONED IN A CHAPTER THERE WILL BE A WARNING!*

"Let's enjoy each others' company. You're fit; you're young; you're a bloody doctor. You've got everything going for you." There's a moment of hesitation before Louis plants a gentle kiss atop Harry's head. "I'll be whatever you want me to be as long as we're having fun, yeah?" ----- Drunk, loose, and excited on the first night of his two-week-long cruise, Doctor Harry Styles finds himself with a little extra company on what has turned out to be a lonely experience. Louis, the pilot who helped fly him across the Atlantic, is the object of his fling. Thus begins an adventure filled with laughter, sun, and trauma rearing its ugly head. Deadline on their companionship, the pair commit to enjoying their time - and Harry, the screw-up he is, can't help but lose himself in the fantasy. Content Warnings: Anxiety, Trichotillomania (an Anxiety/OCD disorder), PTSD, negative self-talk, thoughts/conversations about dying, grief, COVID, homophobia, drinking, past character death, vomiting

*Mature and Explicit Content* "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?" ---------- I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?" I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is that okay with you?" "Fuck Joey, how wouldn't it be okay with me? There's no way I could possibly say no to that, I just can't believe that's what you want" he strains out, the worry in his face being washed over with a drunk look in his eyes. I hold my breath, pulling myself up to look down at him, trailing my eyes down his bare torso and back to his face as I feel excitement I've never felt before jolt through me "Well I do, so show me Harry, show me what feels good for you" ---------- Book Started : DEC 2018 - ONGOING