Epilogue:

Three weeks on sea, seemed like three hours.

Two months on sea, was like a day.

And before Louis knew it, he had been on the One Direction for a year

Suddenly he found a meaning for the saying time flies when you're having fun. Or pehaps he could modify that saying to time flies when you're in love. Love was a strange emotion, it struck when he least expected, a stockholm syndrome perhaps. However, Louis is sure of one thing, if there is a cupid, they did their job right.

He and Harry were made for one another.

"Lou babe, come here!" Harry beckoned, from one side of the ship. Louis smiled, seeing Harry's skin glistening under the sun, he skipped along towards Harry but fell on the wet deck half way there.

A tiny shreak escaped his mouth. 

Harry laughed slightly, but nevertheless, rushed over to help him up, he was smitten.

"You okay little one?" Harry offered, a smile never leaving his features.

Louis grunted, rubbing his ass, "I don't know if this pirate life is meant for me."

Harry kissed the boy on the forehead, followed by his cheek before he made his way to his lips and they shared a loving kiss with one another.

"Well, too late Princess - because you're stuck with me forever."

"Goign to kidnap me again, Captain?" Louis fluttered his eyelashes bashfully. Harry just smirked, pulling the boy against his chest, their hearts beating against one another, for one another.

"No..." Harry paused, "but I might have to cuff you tonight, against the bed." Louis squeazed his legs together, the action didn't go unnoticed. 

"Get a room you two!" A holler came from the other side of the boat. Glancing over the two pulled apart noticing, Niall, Liam and Zayn.

The offending statment clearing coming from the smirking raven-haired man.

"Never a private moment on this ship." Louis muttered, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Well, mate, you are kind of in the middle of the deck..." Niall stated, in his very Irish-accent.

Louis and Harry both laughed.

Because, when in love - things like that don't matter. Anywhere, anytime.

"Off to bed with you'se." Harry hollered. Waving a dismissive hand.

"Oh come on Cap'n it's 2pm!" Niall argued. The blonde rolled his eyes, holding his hands in surrender when he saw Harry narrow his eyes. "You know what i'm so tired, are you Liam? Hmm yes yes. Bed sounds wonderful."

Harry and Louis both laughed as the three missfits ran off.

The curly haired man contined smiling, moving to the edge of the boat, he let his elbows fall against the deck's fence.

Louis joined him, staring off into the blue abyss, a truly beautiful sight.

"What sea is this?" Louis asked

"The red sea. Number 4."

The smaller of the two smiled, "3 more to go."

Harry stood up, staring down at Louis with hearts in his eyes. He held the boy close as he spoke, "and then we do it all over again."

"Going to show me the world?" Louis asked, standing on his tippy toes so he could rest his forehead against the curly-haired man's. They stared at one another.

"I'm looking right at it."