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louis has been on this plane plenty of times and is just now finding out about the beds in the back. all this time he could have taken naps back there but no, he slept in the booth-like seats because harry forgets to tell him very crucial pieces of information. even niall knew about the beds. what the hell.

"i hate you." is all he tells harry before climbing into one of the beds. there are two full sized beds, one on each side. nothing else lies in the back of the aircraft except for harry's backpack now, since the man carried it on. it had things they would use or need on the flight and for when they walk around touring florida.

"i never used them, i forgot," harry mumbled softly before dropping his bag. he drew the curtain closed, giving the back of the plane less light except for what was seeping in through the windows. he took his sneakers off and crawled in behind louis, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "please don't hate me."

louis pulled the covers up to his chin with a pout. "meanie harry doesn't tell me where good nap spots are."

"meanie harry is sorry." harry unglued the covers off of his boy. he magnetized himself to louis' back, pulling him close. "so, so sorry. is there any way he can make it up?"

"can i take a nap?"

"of course."

"will meanie harry cuddle with me?"

"of course."

"then he made it up."

harry grinned against louis' shirt. the smaller man was quite cranky this morning due to being sleepy. having to drive to the hangar was a struggle because louis kept bickering about the lamp posts being too bright for him to function and he left his cigarettes on harry's dresser, so they had to stop and get some on their way out. harry did let him have as many as he wanted out of his own pack, so he is down four and louis now has a new pack plus two.

louis rolled over and tucked his face in harry's neck, breathing him in. "sorry for being a brat..." he mumbled. "don't mean to be."

"you've never been a morning person, darling. it's okay. go back to sleep. i'll be here when you wake up. sound good?"

"sounds love." louis kissed his adam's apple. "loves you. goodnight."

"goodnight, baby. i love you too."

even though they were fine from the argument and went back to working together (now that louis knows what's really going on ((somewhat)), harry requested that louis joined him and niall on their trip to florida so they could spend some time together. he surprised louis with a message that said, 'pack your bags, we're going to the beach' and louis was all over it.

louis' nap was about two hours long. he woke up because harry tried to move him into a more comfortable position. the younger man kept whispering apologies, telling him his sleeping stance pained him. louis only reached out to him with hooded eyes.

"had your neck all kinds of sideways. you were knocked." harry chuckled as louis curled into his side instead of using his pillow. "go back to bed. 'm right here."

louis yawned before wrapping his legs around harry's waist, clinging to him. "wanna lay here forever."

"don't i know it. you're too cute." harry cooed. "think i might just keep you to myself instead of letting these floridians look at you."

"maybe i want them to look at me."

"goodnight, bunny."

louis chuckled against him before humming, "good morning, fruitcake."

he wished he had known about the beds when they came home from england. that would have been a blessing in disguise. they've still got roughly three out of five hours to go — that could very well be spent still sleeping if he hadn't have been woken up. harry's backpack had snacks and drinks in case they got an appetite on the ride, but louis' brain is so clouded right now that he just wants his partner.

the time is seven in the morning when louis decides he wants to get up and walk around. once his legs and brain were awake, he walked to the front of the plane to check on niall. he had his nose tucked in a coloring book that looked oddly familiar, with earbuds in his ears.

he tapped the man's shoulder and waved at him when his head perked up. niall removed an earbud, giving him a soft hello in greeting.

"why aren't you sleeping?"

"'s just a couple hours 'til we get there. if i get sleepy i'll nap right here."

"even if there are nice comfy beds in the back?"

"are you proposing a slumber party?"

grinning, louis said, "you are invited if you get tired. otherwise, stay up here and away from me."

niall smiled and handed him a jolly rancher that was in his small candy pile on the table next to his colored pencils. the box they were in caught louis' eye. he's using zayn's coloring materials. how cute.

louis accepted the candy and kissed his head. "bye."

"later, booty."

once he returned to the back, louis shuffled through harry's backpack to grab their cigarettes, a drink for them, and a snack. that piece of candy will be saved for later.

he knelt on the bed and put a cigarette to his lover's lips, lit it for him, and kissed his cheek. he laid on the bed with his head propped up on harry's stomach while harry dropped pieces of popcorn in his mouth. he nearly fell back asleep from the man giving him soft cheek strokes with his thumb. it was cozy, silent, and gave louis a sense of being home again. this was how they spent their lazy days to begin with.

after their smoke and snack break was finished, louis found himself laying upside down on the bed. he's bored. if harry hadn't woke him up, he would probably still be snoozing away. he contemplated coloring with niall but knew that he would get sleepy doing so. especially if niall kept his earbuds in. the silence would make him more tired.

a gentle hand slides under his ridden up shirt and scratches at his tummy. harry dipped a finger in between each of his ribs, where no more bruises lay (for the rest of eternity, he hopes), before laying his hand flat on louis' stomach. slowly, he trailed his hand up his chest until louis put his own hands on top of his.

"psst," louis whispers. "hey."

"hey," harry whispers back.

"how much longer do we have?"

harry checks the time. "two hours. why are we whispering?"

louis looked over at the curtain. "we have eavesdroppers. never know if they'll learn your rock eating secret."

he giggled to himself when harry glared at him. he sat up and straddled harry's lap, knees dipping on either side of the man's thighs.

"lucky you're cute," harry tells him. "you're so pretty wearing my clothes."

"lies," louis gasps. he pulls the waistband of his (harry's) pajama pants off of his hips to show him the black lace panties he was wearing. "these aren't yours."

"maybe not, but the rest is."

"socks are mine."

"okay. not my socks."

"jewelry is mine."

harry inspects louis' hands and holds up his right one. a small ring sat on his right index finger that belonged to harry back when he was younger and his fingers were slimmer. louis saw it when harry went through his jewelry box and fell in love with the amethyst stud on it. "liar."

"hey," louis pouts. "you're no fun."

"no?" harry traced his finger over the boy's jutted lip.

"nope."

"m'kay."

louis squeaked when harry immediately flopped back onto the bed, pulling him down with him. he melted into harry's chest. the bed was warm from them laying in it for hours. he wanted to cocoon himself back under the covers and sleep here for months.

harry rubbed louis' lower back, up his ribs, and back down. he felt over his bum since louis' back was arched just the slightest and kept that routine until the smaller man wiggled in his arms. when louis got comfortable again, he continued. he gently scratched up and down louis' back and swore that louis purred over it. either that or he just let out a really happy noise.

the underboss dipped his hands in louis' pajama pants, getting a feel of his skin and the undergarments covering them. he squeezed louis' bum, kissed the top of his head, and kept his hands glued to their spot.

"you are so obsessed with my ass," louis muttered.

"i am, i am."

"are we gonna lay like this for the rest of the flight?"

"maybe."

louis wiggled his hips. "you sure?"

"...maybe."

"'m just asking, 'cause as comfortable as this position can be, my hips are gonna begin to hurt."

"then move when they hurt, silly."

louis raised back up, sitting on harry's hips again. the hands on his bottom never moved.

"i didn't mean now."

the smaller man shrugged and shifted in his spot, causing harry to squeeze his bum. louis was confused at his reaction, but then realized he was indeed now sitting right on his crotch.

"might wanna move before-" harry narrowed his eyes at the man when louis slowly grinded down onto him. "this early and you're already teasing me."

"mhm."

"and what's gonna happen when you're done?"

louis didn't answer his question, only continued to rock his hips. he placed his palms flat on harry's stomach and smirked down at the underboss when he grabbed his thighs.

"i'm gonna go back to sleep, is what."

"you are such a dick."

giggling, louis leaned down to give him a kiss. "you love me."

"only on fridays."

"good thing it's friday then, huh?"

harry nodded and circled his thumbs over louis' thighs. he flipped them over and pinned louis' wrists above his head.

"you don't wanna play this game with me, little one."

louis' eyes softened from their daring glimmer into something harry couldn't quite make out. he practically had heart eyes staring up at him, big and blue and bright, cheeks turning a faint shade of pink at the words.

harry just found the right name that would make louis fold instantly.

"a-and why not?" louis squeaked. he cleared his throat, looking back at his pinned hands and then at the one above him.

harry slid his hand down louis' side then underneath him to grab his bum. then between their hips, over the seam in louis' pants. slowly, he rubbed where he could feel louis' cock beneath his clothes, eyes not leaving his.

louis squirmed under him, letting out a shaky breath through his nose. his eyes fluttered shut when harry squeezed his clothed cock, massaging him until he was hard.

harry pressed the lightest kiss to his lips and drew back, grinning when louis tried to chase him for another one. "because i'll win."

"you are so not fair."

"you started it."

"and now look at me. manhandled, with a boner, and i really really-" louis shut up when harry tugged his pants down to mid thigh single handed and continued to rub over his panties.

"suck at this?"

louis swallowed hard and bucked into his touch. damn it. so much for trying to be funny. "something like that."

"such a shame, too," harry murmured, pressing his thumb where he felt a damp spot forming. he really could just touch louis and the man would react this way. he was sensitive and needy, of course. "you're getting your panties wet, baby."

"shut up."

harry released his wrists and pulled his pants back up for him before rolling off onto the other side of the bed.

"that's it?"

the underboss tugged the covers up to his chin and smiled at louis before turning his back to him. "wake me when we land, please."

louis' mouth parted in shock. harry really just played his own game on him. what the fuck.

he knelt over harry and pushed his shoulder so he would lay on his back. "listen here, you fuck."

"goodnight, louis." harry faked a yawn and covered his eyes with his arm.

louis poked his chest with a stern finger. "that's bunny to you, sir."

harry cracked a small grin. "goodnight, bunny."

"harry," louis whined. he crossed his arms over his chest and pouted down at him.

harry glimpsed at him under his arm and covered his face again.

the smaller man huffed and said, "fine. be that way. when i wear my bikini when i go to the beach without you, i'll tan, and talk to boys, and-"

"a bikini?"

"yup. i have two."

harry let out a groan. "i think you're out to kill me, bun."

"i've only thought about it once," louis shrugged like it was nothing. "the time you ate the rest of my gelato and blamed it on emma. lately you've been in the safe zone."

the arm covering harry's face moved to caress louis' cheek. harry couldn't help but be fond over him.

"side pocket of my backpack."

louis scrambled off of him and grabbed harry's bag, digging through the side pocket until he felt what seemed like the exact items he was looking for. he threw the condoms and lube at harry, nearly hitting him in the face with both.

"latch the door."

"there's a door?"

harry nodded. "you have to feel for it but it's there."

louis was bouncing on his toes like an excited child as he slid the door to the back room shut. he locked it and ran back to the bed.

"have you ever had sex on a plane, bunny?"

"never," louis admitted quietly. "have you?"

"no." harry shook his head. "wish it was just the two of us on here, but unfortunately it isn't. so i need you on your best behavior. need you to be quiet."

"that's going to be so hard," louis whined.

"trust me, i know. but it's going to be our little secret, right?" harry licked his lips, slowly looking up from louis' mouth to his eyes.

"yeah. our little secret."

"good boy," harry praised softly. "give me a kiss."

louis held him by the sides of his neck as his kissed him, licking into his mouth and sucking on the tip of his partner's tongue. that was one of his favorite ways to tease him. it always had harry's hands tightening on him or trying his hardest to deepen the kiss when louis was the one taking full control.

"you think they're gonna know?" louis asked as he laid on the bed.

"aiden has his own space up there. he's never left the pit unless we had a co-pilot."

"that doesn't answer my question, h. we also have niall in the front booth."

harry shrugged and stripped louis of his shirt. "maybe if i gag you then they won't know."

louis doesn't protest, but he doesn't accept the plea, either. he just props himself up on his elbows, waiting for harry to get done with whatever he was doing. breathing. existing. now standing there at the foot of the bed looking like a bafoon when there was clearly a better option on the table for him.

"lost?" louis raises an eyebrow at him.

harry threw his shirt on the floor and knelt on the bed, pushing louis onto his back. "no. i was daydreaming about you suffocating me with your thighs, my bad."

the stripper laughed into the kiss his partner gave him. he trailed his fingers down harry's abdomen, watching harry bite his lip as he ran his palm over his joggers, brushing against his half hard cock. "maybe some day."

harry inhaled sharply when his partner dipped his hand inside of his boxers, taking ahold of him. he pressed kisses to the man's jaw while louis lazily stroked him. when louis began to twist his hand and tease his tip, he couldn't help but whisper, "fuck," next to his ear.

harry pulled louis' hand out of his boxers and yanked the boy's pants down, nearly ripping his panties in the process when he removed those too.

"hey! those were expensive. be easy."

"i'll buy you more." the clique member rolled his eyes before taking louis' right nipple into his mouth. the smaller man hissed at the sudden sensation, a quiet squeak bubbling out. harry moved to his left pec, swirling his tongue around the pierced bud before pulling off to kiss down his torso. louis' navel piercing glistened in the corner of his eye. it's his favorite modification and probably always will be.

"think you can be quiet for me?" harry whispered. "don't think niall would want to hear exactly how i make you feel, little one."

louis gulped. "i can try."

"you better. i'd hate to stuff your panties in your mouth. they're expensive, you know."

louis glared at him and handed him the lube. "kiss my ass, harold."

harry lubed up two fingers, tracing his middle finger around louis' rim. he rubbed his other hand up and down louis' thigh, coaxing him to stay calm and still. working that single digit in and out of him was a breeze. once he got his index finger in, louis started to squirm. harry continued to praise him for keeping quiet by offering kisses and telling him he was doing a good job.

when he noticed louis straining to keep it down, he said lowly, "you're so pretty, baby. so good for me, aren't you?"

louis hurriedly nodded his head, tensing when harry curled his fingers. he whimpered as a hand clamped over his mouth, but thankfully it did or else the sound would have been something completely different. harry's eyes dared him to make another noise.

he inhaled sharply as his prostate was massaged. he clenched his eyes shut, reaching down to grab harry's wrist from between his legs. he held a tight grip, digging his fingernails into his partner's arm. as much as he would enjoy the earlier threat, he is almost certain there is nothing harry could gag him with right now unless he felt brave enough to actually keep him from screaming.

harry replaced the hand covering louis' mouth with his own lips, breathing in louis' next soft whine against him. louis tangled his free hand in his hair, clenching ringlets of curls in his fist, and he groaned out when harry slid in a third finger.

"louis," harry warned lowly, "shut. up."

"c-can't," louis whispered. harry's dominant side kicking in made everything worse. "can't help it, daddy, 'm sorry."

"last warning." the clique member replied curtly before biting louis' bottom lip. he tapped his left middle and ring fingers against the boy's lip before sliding them in his mouth to give him something to suck on in hopes to drown out his whines. it helped for the most part, but he could see louis was getting closer and closer to the edge.

"there you go," harry whispers to him.

louis stiffened as harry curled the three fingers inside of him, ultimately spreading him open yet fingering his sweet spot at the same time. it's a struggle to stay quiet because harry knows exactly what buttons to push. when he does, he's ruthless. it's like he wants him to be noisy and ruin their little secret. louis' heart beats out of his chest just thinking about aiden or niall hearing them.

"think you can take me like this?" harry teased him as he pulled his fingers out of louis' mouth. "or do i need to stuff your face in those pillows?"

louis wiggled beneath him, licking his swollen lips. he looked between them and watched harry's arm flex with each thrust of his fingers. his head tipped back slowly. he rolled his hips with harry's fingers and cleared his throat.

"pillows," he whispered. "hurry, please- need you."

"'m coming, darling," harry murmured. he removed his pants and boxers and put the condom on as louis turned onto his front.

louis hugged a pillow beneath him, burying his face in it. his tiny whine when his partner entered him was muffled by the cushion.

harry rubbed soothing hands up and down louis' back. "we gotta be quick, baby. okay?"

louis turned his head back to look at him and nodded with his words. he wiggled his hips when they were flush skin to skin, feeling all of harry in him and hid his face again.

harry held him down by the back of his neck as he worked up to a quick pace. letting out heavy breaths of his own, he used his other hand to squeeze louis' left ass cheek hard enough that his skin was red when he let go.

louis clenched around him and bit down on his pillow. the bed barely squeaked with each movement between the both of them, thankfully. he groaned into his pillow, releasing it when harry jerked his head back by his hair.

"you don't want me to stop, do you?" the underboss threatened lightly.

"no-no, please," louis whimpered. "please don't stop."

"then shut the fuck up. pretty little sluts like you should know how to listen and do what they're told."

louis could have screamed. if that wasn't the best thing harry has said to him all day-

"get back down." harry pushed his head back into his mound of pillows and grabbed another handful of his ass, arching his back higher. the angle made louis tremble beneath him.

louis' heart pounded in his chest. not only was be forced to be quiet while harry was doing all of these things, but he had him in the perfect position. he really wished they were alone on the plane for just this moment right here.

harry slowed his pace, watching louis closely. he pulled out, shushing the smaller man when he let out a huff, and massaged his hands over louis' bum.

he leaned down to lick a wide stripe against louis' rim, tracing the tip of his tongue around it. louis pushed his hips back, so harry gave his ass a squeeze before prodding his tongue in and out of him. louis let out the tiniest whine into his pillow, so soft that harry almost missed it.

"such a good boy," harry praised, hushed. "so good for me. you're doing amazing, baby."

he continued to eat him out until louis started breathing heavily. when he was content, he raised back up. he added extra lube to louis' rim and around the condom before entering the smaller man again.

louis relaxed under his hands, practically becoming putty into the mattress. with each movement of harry's hips, he rocked himself back with all the energy he had left. it was risky, it was fun, and it was definitely worth getting caught.

harry reached below louis to grab his cock, jerking the smaller man tight and fast. louis stuffed his head between the pillows instead of just hiding with the one beneath his body.

harry leaned down and kissed louis' shoulder sweetly when he felt louis cum onto his hand. he slowed his thrusts when he felt his own orgasm coming and stilled his hips, releasing into the condom.

not once did louis move when he took away his hand or when he pulled out and threw the condom away. he remained frozen in his spot, head still stuffed beneath all of the pillows. harry wasn't even sure if he was breathing at this point. he had to stare down at him and make sure his chest was rising and falling.

harry sucked his fingers clean and kissed down louis' spine, feeling the smaller man loosen up under his lips. he moved the pillows and coaxed louis to roll onto his back by gently tipping his side over. pinning himself above him, he couldn't help but worry over the tear tracks down louis' flushed face.

he brushed louis' hair out of his face and kissed between his eyebrows, his nose, across his cheeks and his lips, giving the smaller man a taste of himself but also giving himself the reassurance that louis didn't just die on him.

"are you okay?"

louis sniffled and nodded, putting an unsteady hand on harry's bare shoulder. he was shaking like a leaf. it wasn't uncommon for him.

"words, baby. speak to me."

"'m okay," louis whispered. "that was good. really good. i wanna do it again."

"another time," harry promised. "how are you feeling? you've been crying."

"bawling my eyes out," the smaller man confirmed with a broken chuckle. "nervous, excited, i dunno... 's like you always know what to do and i can't ever second guess you. i feel safe with you. confident."

harry thumbed away his tears. "even when i talk shit to you while i'm fucking your brains out?"

"it's my home away from home."

harry laughed and kissed him again and again until he was breathing evenly. once louis was confident he could sit up and not fall over, harry helped him onto the other bed so he could strip the one they were currently on. after getting the sheets changed and the dirty ones had been placed in the bin for washing (thank god mitch doesn't handle "housekeeping" on the plane so he won't know about the teeny tiny stain on the bedspread), harry got them dressed back in their clothes.

the underboss opened louis' gatorade that he brought and held it to the man's lips, helping him get a drink. stroking his hair back and kissing his forehead, he waited until louis said he was good before sneaking a sip for himself.

"guess we're now members of the mile high club, huh?" louis cheekily grinned.

"and will be having frequent sessions, hopefully."

harry unlocked the door and drew the curtain, checking the coast, before tiptoeing to the lavatory. he splashed water on his face and cleaned his mouth out with mouthwash, then left. he saw a bit of blonde hair at the front of the plane, so he crept over to the booth niall was in to see the lad passed out, head in his arms and a colored pencil tucked in his fingers.

since niall was a heavy sleeper, he didn't budge when harry grabbed a pencil from his box to write a note on the sheet he was coloring in. then, harry grabbed the pencil in niall's hand, put the utensils in their respective box, and walked back to the end of the aircraft.

louis was curled up on the bed, pillow tucked to his chest. he blinked lazily up at his partner when harry walked in the room and wiggled over so that he could lay on the bed with him.

"ready for miami?"

"'m so fucking ready."

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"i don't wanna go back to cali." louis sighed in bliss as he adjusted on his chair, back facing the hot sun. he had been tanning for about twenty minutes after building a sand castle with niall. florida is beautiful, but the only downfall is that it is 'hotter than satan's asshole,' as niall said.

their hotel was right on the beach, so they could just walk back and forth to their place of stay. they're staying for three days, then going back to los angeles. their intention for being here was so niall and harry could meet with a boss for a sale and get money for mitch, which would then lead to mitch being a guaranteed supplier for that clique. nobody needed to know about the four kilograms of coke waiting in niall's suitcase except for them. that was the reason he made zayn stay home.

"zayn was already mad he couldn't come with us, now you want to hold us hostage here forever? do you not realize how bad of an idea that is?"

"i said me, not the rest of us, silly," louis giggled. "you can go back. i'm staying here."

"harry would cry."

"'cause he's a big baby. he can stay if he wants. i want to live on the beach when i retire." louis hummed, crossing his ankles. "think i can retire from being a stripper at 24?"

"how much money do you have saved up?"

"uh...a lot. like, a lot a lot. at least my entire college tuition times two. i went to go turn my tips in to the bank to put on my card the other morning and the teller just smiled at me like every other time she sees me. she knows me by name and deposit amount now."

"jesus."

"that's what i'm saying. i literally just pay my bills and sit on the rest unless i buy something for haz, the cats, or you guys. i don't really treat myself much."

"well, you need to. you deserve it," niall said as he closed his book for the moment. "if we leave miami and you haven't bought anything for yourself, i will beat you."

"i don't want to buy anything, though."

"i don't care. treat yourself for once. at least get a hoodie or something. add to your collection."

"fine. i'll get a hoodie."

"thank you."

louis turned onto his front to even his tanning cycle. he slipped his shades down his nose to watch some of the florida citizens run around the beach before pushing them back up and relaxing in his seat.

around four, harry made his arrival known by taking louis' sunglasses off of his face and hovering over him, blocking his eyes from the sun's rays. he gave the smaller man an upside down kiss before sitting in the empty seat beside him.

"you look hot."

"it's ninety degrees out here, of course i'm hot."

harry dismissed his snide comment with a chuckle. "might be a hundred since you're here."

"i'm only worth only ten degrees? wow. i was hoping for one fifty."

the underboss grabbed louis' hand and kissed his knuckles. "definitely a hundred fifty, baby."

"you guys are so gross," niall whined. "stop it. you're making me miss my boyfriends."

"i'm sorry," louis crooned. "call them. i bet they wanna see those bright pink shorts of yours."

"smart."

louis turned his head to look over at harry, who was struggling to take his eyes off of his high waisted bikini bottoms. he wore the red ones today. they had little white hearts scattered over them, but the top was just solid red. louis got a white mani-pedi to match (paid for by harry, since he claims that louis' nail appointments are a great post-therapy activity for some peace and quiet.)

"take a picture. it'll last longer."

harry did just that. he pulled his phone out and snapped an image of louis on his tanning chair, one leg propped up and his white heart shaped sunglasses perched over his nose. louis may or may not have flipped the camera off, but it was definitely going to be the underboss's lockscreen now.

when niall finished his call with liam and zayn, he proposed they go for a dip in the water. louis was all for it. he made sure his belongings were safely tucked under his beach chair with their towels on their seats and dragged niall to the ocean by his hand, harry following in tow after taking his shirt and sandals off.

harry tied his hair back and stalked behind louis in particular, waiting until he was a good distance in the water before tackling him into it. the screech that the smaller man made was the last thing to fill his ears before the echo of their splash.

louis panted when they came back up, shaking his wet hair all over harry and saying, "you asshole!" before splashing him with water. it resulted in a splash war between the two of them, then niall getting involved because harry had splashed him on accident.

niall hooked his arm around louis' neck, holding a finger gun to his head. "don't make me spare pretty face over here."

"i will fuck you up so bad your own ghost can't even recognize you." harry threatened, serious and stern. "hand him over."

louis smiled through a bitten lip, face still dripping wet. niall pretended to shoot louis with his fake hand gun, which louis tipped his head to the side to add dramatic effect and dropped into the water.

he swam a few feet back, floating atop the ocean when he rose up and watched harry and niall fight in the water. they acted like children when they were grown men in their twenties.

it was cute seeing harry's inner child come to play. he was a big kid at heart. from what he's learned, louis knew he didn't have the best childhood (nor teenage years, for that matter) so seeing him throw their friend over his shoulder and flip them backwards into the water made his heart swell. harry deserved to have his fun.

the sun had lowered by the time they made it back to the hotel, but louis made sure to get an image of the sunset on the pretty beach so he could show zayn. his shoulders were red and the bridge of his nose was a little sunburned as well, but after he took a shower to rid some of the sting, harry applied aloe to his burned spots in hopes to rid some of the pain away. he did use sunblock for a little, he also tanned, but getting in the water was what cooked him.

poor niall was going to be in for it in the morning because not only could louis see just how red his arms were, but the lad managed to get stung on the wrist by a jellyfish. he manned it out, but nearly cried for a second. he mentioned to louis on the way back to the hotel that he had gotten stung once before a few years back and knew what to do to treat it.

harry paid for their dinner on the boardwalk, where they sat on a wooden patio with an umbrella over their table and fairy lights all around them, enjoying the slight breeze from the temperature drop. it was definitely a good start to their mini trip.

"if i'm burned to a crisp in the morning, i'm not going," niall told the underboss. "plus this fucking jellyfish sting. i'm going to backflip off the balcony."

"double flip while you're at it," louis hummed. "i wanna see what happens when you splat on the ground."

niall grinned. "record it for the rest of us."

"you got it."

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hi again! this is part 1 of 2 so i don't drag it out in one chapter and make myself feel like it's too much lol.

how are we doing so far? we got mile high club (lex, you are very welcome btw), a bit of nouis, and louis being a pretty baby as always. all good things, all good things. i wanted a good chapter, so here it is. next chapter is just as lovely.

what do you think is going to happen next?

see you soon ((: