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Prologue 

Harry sat in his therapist's cosy office, a steaming cup of chamomile tea resting on the table before him. He stared out the window, lost in thought, as the afternoon sun cast a warm, golden light across the cityscape.

The therapist had been working with Harry for weeks, helping him navigate the murky waters of his PTSD.

"You know, Harry," she began, her voice gentle but firm, "the only way to truly move forward is to let go of the past." Harry nodded, his eyes still fixed on the distant horizon. He knew she was right, but the words felt heavier than ever today.

“That’s why we set this date all these weeks ago. Today is the point where you have to let go. You did choose it by yourself.”

Her words hung in the air, a gentle reminder of the storm that was about to break inside him. Harry took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. They’ve been through the purpose and the schedule for this day again and again. He knew he had to tell her the story of how he lost his colleague, his friend,  to the fire one last time. It was a tale he’d recounted so often that the edges had grown dull, the emotions blunted by repetition. But this final recounting felt different.

“I know, you’ve told it so many times. To the investigation office, to your chief, his wife, your mum - but this, here today,  is the last time, Harry. Let’s get through it together,” she encouraged, her gaze holding his.

“Describe it as precisely as you can. Take in every tiny detail you can remember of the day, every sound, smell or feeling. For one last time, let yourself be there again.”

With a nod, Harry’s mind drifted back to the day it all changed, the day he lost his colleague, Todd. The words tumbled out, a script etched in his soul. “It was a blazing summer's day, just like any other, when the alarm sounded and we raced to the scene of a massive fire at a three-floor house. We had been in and out of situations like that a thousand times before, but this time, things were different.”

He took a sip of his tea, the soothing aroma filling his nostrils, as he continued to say his memory out loud for one last time. "The fire had already taken over the third floor, and we could hear the occasional crack of splintering wood and the screams of the victims trapped inside. The captain did send us up - our job was to vent the roof, create a space for fresh air to flow in and hopefully give those still alive a chance to escape.”

Harry paused, closing his eyes for a moment, remembering himself standing at the base of the building, his eyes locked on the billowing smoke that rose like an angry dragon's breath into the leaden sky. He could feel the heat of the flames licking at his skin, the acrid stench of burning wood and plaster filling his nostrils. He could still feel the presence of his colleague, Todd, beside him, could feel the nervous energy, could hear his breath coming in ragged gasps. Even though they were both dressed head to toe in their protective suits, the heat was undeniable.

“I gave a signal to Todd, and together we began to climb up the ladder. The heat was almost unbearable, making the metal of the ladder hot to the touch, but we had to keep going. As we reached the third floor, I pointed to a section of the roof that looked weakest. Todd agreed but I chose the spot - it was my decision...”

Harry paused, his gaze fixed on something outside the window. The therapist waited patiently, allowing him to continue at his own pace. Finally, Harry gathered his thoughts and took another sip of tea before speaking again.

“We both knew the risks involved in venting the roof, but we are -  we were - firefighters, trained for just this sort of situation. We moved swiftly and efficiently, setting up the necessary equipment and making sure we were both safely secured.”

Harry took a deep breath. “I gave him the thumbs up, and together we started to cut the holes to vent the roof.” He stopped for a moment, his mind flashing back to the sound of the men hacking at the wooden beams with an axe that was still ringing in his ears at nights.

“As the smoke blew out, I felt the building move beneath our feet. The sudden rush of smoke was mind-numbing as it poured through the newly created hole, making it difficult for us to keep our footing."

Harry closed his eyes. Tears tingled his eyelashes, trying to escape.

“And then, there was a terrible creaking sound from behind me, and Todd cried out in alarm. I spun around just in time to see him fall through a rotted section of the roof, tearing through the weakened wood like a rag doll. I could hear his choked scream through my in-ears as he plummeted toward the inferno below, disappearing into the flames.”

Harry's breath caught in his throat. His vision blurred, and for a moment, he could no longer see the burning building or the therapist sitting across from him. All he could see was Todd's terrified face, his mouth opening and closing in a scream.

“I was frozen in shock for a split second, before snapping back to reality. I had to save him. And without any further hesitation, I raced toward the hole in the roof, ignoring the crackling of the fire below. As I neared the edge, I could feel the heat emanating from the flames singe my protective suit, and the air around us seemed to thicken with smoke. Todd was clinging desperately to the edge of the hole, his face blackened by soot and his breath coming in ragged gasps.”

Harry paused, his gaze unfocused as he relived the horror of that moment. His hands trembled slightly, and he wiped away a bead of sweat that had formed on his forehead.

“With all my strength, I began to pull Todd back up onto the roof. I’ll never forget the sound of the wood creaked ominously beneath our weight. We had to get off the roof before it would collapse around us. As I tried to pull Todd closer, I could see the desperation in his eyes, the realisation that our lives were hanging by a thread.”

Harry got silent, taking a shaky breath. He wiped the sweat from his brow and continued.

“The fire raged below us, its heat beating down like a relentless hammer. I could feel my protective suit beginning to fail, the heat coming through the fabric and burning my skin. The wood beneath us groaned, the building's structure was protesting our weight. My heart hammered harder in my chest and with every creak and crack, I thought it was the last sound I’d heard in my life.”

The therapist's voice cut through the haze of fear and exhaustion. "What was going through your mind at that moment, Harry?"

Harry blinked, his vision slowly focusing on the therapist across from him. "I...I was just trying to save him. I couldn't let him die down there. I was terrified, but I couldn't let that stop me." He paused, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I didn't have time to think. All that mattered was getting him out."

Harry took a deep breath.

“Todd’s grip began to weaken, and I knew it was only a matter of time before we both fell down into the inferno. I remember glancing up, hoping against hope that someone would hear or see us and come to our rescue. I think I could hear the voices of the team calling for us in my in-ear, but the smoke was too thick, obscuring everything above us. We were completely alone.”

Harry closed his eyes a moment as he relived the terror of that moment. The therapist waited patiently, not interrupting his thoughts.

“I can see myself looking back down at Todd, we are - we were - partners for so many years. His grip was slipping, his fingers weak and he was trembling in my grasp. With a choked sob, Todd looked me in the eye and whispered, "I'm sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry."

The therapist's question brought him back to the present. Harry's heart stopped for a moment as he realised he was no longer on the roof, no longer reliving that horrific moment. He was back in the therapist's office, telling the story. The fire, the pain, the fear, it was all a distant memory.

"What was going through your mind at that moment, Harry?" the therapist asked, her voice soft and calm.

“Well, don’t you have any other questions?” He asked a bit annoyed. “Honestly - nothing. I heard the words but… it was like a different language to me. The heat from the fire below seemed to intensify, washing over us in waves. I tried to clear my vision, to see anything through the thick grey fog, but it was no use. I honestly thought we were going to die there.”

Harry took a deep breath, his chest heaving as he struggled to steady his voice.

“Feeling desperate, I tightened my own grip, refusing to let go. I croaked through my gritted teeth that he shouldn’t give up, that we would find a way out of this situation, but even as I spoke the words, I knew they were a lie. There was no way out.”

Harry swallowed hard, even in the safe office he could feel the heat searing his throat and the attempt to breathe through the nonexistent smoke.

“A shower of sparks rained down from above, the heat so intense that it burned my face even through the protective suit. I remember squeezing my eyes shut for a sec, trying to block out the pain, but - yeah. The fire was everywhere, consuming everything. The air was thick with smoke, making it difficult to breathe, to see. I had to take a breath to fight against the overwhelming sense of panic and despair.”

The therapist spoke again, her voice somehow managing to cut through the chaos in Harry's head.

"Harry, what would you say was the most important thing that you did in that moment when you were trying to save Todd?"

The therapist's question snapped Harry out of his thoughts. He hadn't even realised he'd been zoning out for a moment. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the question.

"Well, I... I guess the most important thing I did was not to give up. Even when I thought we were going to die, I didn't stop trying to find a way out. I didn't want to leave Todd, you know? I couldn't let Todd die. Not after everything we'd been through together. Even if the fire raged on below us, licking at my feet, ankles, legs. Even with the air growing hotter, making it impossible to ignore the reality of our situation.”

Harry paused for a moment, thinking back to that day. The therapist remained silent, giving him the time he needed. He could see himself that day, closed eyes, trying to focus on something, anything else, as he fought against the pain and the fear that threatened to consume him. He could hear Todd’s breathing in his ear. He knew that Todd was hurt, that he was struggling to hold on. But Harry pushed himself to not let go.

“I felt as if I was burning up from the inside out… And then …”

“You have to say it out loud, Harry.” His therapist's voice soft but determined. Through tear-filled eyes, Harry looked up at her and right into her eyes, for the first time of this session.

“I watched as Todd let go, plummeting into the inferno below. It was a selfless act, a final gesture of loyalty and friendship. As he fell, he didn’t scream. He didn’t pray. He just said "Save yourself, partner."”

“And did you?” The therapist asked gently. Her voice was soft, calm, reassuring. It was a voice that Harry could easily lose himself in.

“I mean - obviously - I’m sitting here after all.”

“But do you feel safe?” It was a simple question.

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but the words caught in his throat. He wasn't sure how he felt. It wasn't sure if he would ever manage to leave this moment behind him. If he ever would be able to save his soul by himself. To feel safe again.

"I... I don't know. I guess I should." He swallowed hard, trying to clear the lump in his throat. "But how can I, you know? I feel like I'm carrying around this huge weight, this guilt, this..." He trailed off, unable to find the right words to describe what he was feeling.

The therapist reached out and placed her hand gently on his shoulder. "It's okay to feel that way, Harry. It's natural. But you have to learn to live with it, to find a way to move forward. That’s why we had this last time going through it today. You can't let it consume you."

Harry took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her words settle into his chest. He knew she was right, but it wasn't easy. "I just... I don't know how. I feel like I'm stuck here, you know? Like I can't escape this town or this memory."

"You can, Harry. You just have to take the first step. Today was your first. Now you can continue by making a plan. What do you want to do? Where do you want to go?" The therapist leaned forward, her eyes locked on his.

Harry looked down at his hands, picking at the skin of his thumb. "I don't know. I just... I feel like I need a fresh start. A new place, new people. Somewhere where no one knows about..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

The therapist nodded understandingly. "That makes sense. It can be hard to leave behind the past, but sometimes it's necessary for our own healing. Why don't you start by making a list of places you've always wanted to visit?“

Harry thought for a moment. "There's this one place called Lavender Cove," he said slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "It's a town on the coast, and my friend Zayn lives there. He's always talked about how beautiful it is, how different from here."

The image of the ocean, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, the salty air filling his lungs - it sounded like paradise. A place where he could finally leave his past behind and start new. "I think I'd like to go there," he said, his voice firmer now. "I'd like to visit Zayn. See if this place is as magical as he told me.”

The therapist nodded, her expression encouraging. "That's a good first step, Harry. You should definitely make the trip. And who knows? Maybe you'll find what you're looking for there. New friends, a new start.”

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"Two bananas for a pound, three bananas for a euro! Tomatoes, aubergines, peppers. We have everything your heart desires! Come on people, get your vitamins here! Eat your vegetables!" The smell of fresh apples and summer rain was in the air. A light breeze blew through Harry's short, tousled hair. "Wonderful good morning, my dearest Pauline."

He beamed at the woman with knowing blue-greyish eyes and long, wild, dark brown curls, with tiny strings of silver in them, behind the fruit and vegetable stall. "Oh ‘arry, good to see you! As always?" Pauline's French accent was music to his ears. Every word a singsong. Harry closed his eyes for a moment and smiled to himself. As he stood there, taking in the moment, Pauline was already reaching for a shiny red apple and a juicy-looking orange.

"” As always”,” Harry laughed out quietly. “Hard to tell after less than a week here, ma chère - but..." the half-suppressed giggle in his voice made Pauline grin from ear to ear. "Oh rubbish, ‘arry! You're already part of our little Lavender family - and you're also my favourite customer anyway!" Pauline's wink made Harry blush for a moment, the honesty in her words making his dimples stand out.

Lavender family.

Harry loved that expression. He loved every little thing about it. Lavender Cove was a magical town for him. And he loved nothing more than being part of their family. That much he could tell after the few days he had been here. And he couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

Lavender Cove was a unique place. The scent of the lavender fields in the morning, the genuine warmth and helpfulness of the people everywhere, the small, lovingly run shops scattered around the village, the morning farmers' market, the coast right on his doorstep, the feeling of being welcome even though he was a stranger to everyone.

To all but one.

Zayn Malik. One of his oldest friends and the reason for his visit to Lavender Cove.

Visiting? Relocation? Let's wait and see...

"'arry?" A cool, rough hand gently stroked his forearm and pulled him out of his thoughts. "Oh sorry, Miss P! I must have been somewhere else for a moment."

"Don't worry, my dear. We have to take a break from time to time so that our souls can catch up with us. So - apple and orange?" 

If she only knew how well this fits.

“Yes, please.” Harry smiled at her and exchanged what he owed Pauline for his ordered fruits.

“See you tomorrow then?” Pauline asked even if she knew the answer. “Obviously!” Harry winked and turned to continue his stroll around the farmers market and the town.

This morning the sun had barely risen over the horizon when Harry stepped out of his cosy bed and onto the cool wooden floor of his small, cabin next to Zayn’s shop. The sounds of birds chirping outside filled the air, competing with the salty scent of the nearby English coast.

Every day of Harry’s stay he peered out of his open window or stepped onto the small front porch, taking in the breathtaking view of Lavender Cove and couldn’t believe he actually left London to come here. With the slightly higher cabin, he was able to look over the surrounding buildings. The small town was nestled between towering lavender fields, their purple hue contrasting beautifully against the bright blue sky. The sea glistened in the reachable distance, its waves rolling gently onto the sandy shore.

Standing there with his first cup of coffee and waiting for the first soft breeze of the day to brush against his face, carrying with it the intoxicating scent of lavender, was something he had to get used to. These calm moments and this much time to start a day wouldn’t have been possible in his old life in London. But this first lavender breeze of the morning was a scent he had surprisingly grown to love quickly during his time here, and whenever the smell filled his lungs, it always seemed to put a smile on his face.

He had spent the last few days arriving, unpacking his suitcases and helping Zayn out in the shop. His only habit so far was the farmers' market, which he visited every morning. But today he had made up his mind to explore the village a little more.

He decided to take a stroll through town, exploring the small streets.

Fortunately, the farmers' market was a wonderful starting point. With the orange in his small tote bag and the first bite of the apple in his mouth, he started his winding trail through the village from here.

While he tried to lose himself in the streets of this little corner of the world, he couldn't help but marvel at the colourful buildings that lined the cobblestone streets. Some were painted in cheerful pastels, while others boasted intricate Tudor-style architecture. He looked up at the colourful pennants waving in the wind, decoratively strung between the narrow houses. He followed the course of the taut ribbons high above him until he could no longer make out the thin string. A few small Boutiques and cafes spilt out onto the sidewalks, inviting passersby to stop and browse their wares. He paused outside a small bakery, inhaling the sweet scent of freshly baked bread wafting from within.

The sun was now higher in the sky, bathing the town in a warm, golden light. Harry decided to take a detour to the beach, where he could sit and enjoy his leftover fruit while taking in the panoramic view of the ocean. The sand was soft and warm beneath his feet as he made his way to a secluded spot, shielded from the wind by a cluster of rocks.

He sat down, cross-legged, and pulled out the orange from his bag. It was juicy, sweet and the tangy flavour was exploding on his tongue. As he savoured each bite, he couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and simplicity.

Harry closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the sun and the sound of the waves lull him into a state of relaxation. He thought back to his days as a firefighter in London, how hectic and chaotic those times had been. The constant adrenaline rush, the never-ending stream of emergencies, the lives he had saved... or lost. It was all so different here. In Lavender Cove, life moved at a slower pace. People took the time to smell the flowers, to chat with their neighbours, to enjoy the simple pleasures in life.

And yet, even here, he couldn't help but feel a pang of homesickness. The smell of lavender, as lovely as it was, couldn't replace the smell of the Thames after a rainstorm. The gentle lapping of the waves didn't compare to the roar of a burning building. The calm beauty of Lavender Cove's beach didn't hold a candle to the bustling streets of London.

But perhaps that was the point. Perhaps he needed this, a respite from the chaos, a chance to find peace amidst the madness. He finished the last of the orange, tossing the skin into a nearby trash bin, and stood up, stretching his limbs. Maybe he needed to find solace in these contrasts, to embrace the differences between his old life and this new one. He had been a firefighter for so long that he had forgotten what it was like to simply exist, to breathe without the weight of others' lives on his shoulders. In Lavender Cove, he could learn to live for himself, to find peace in the small moments that made up a life.

Harry brushed the sand from his trousers and made his way back towards the centre of town. He found himself humming a tune under his breath, a carefree melody that he hadn't heard himself sing in years. Maybe, just maybe, this place really could be whatever he needed.

As he rounded a corner, he could already spot the sign to the entrance to Zayn's shop, Fuchsia Sea.

The handwritten sign, crafted from a single piece of driftwood, was adorned with the delicate strokes of a brush with warm fuchsia coloured letters. The words, written in a flowing script, seemed to dance across the rough surface of the wood, inviting all who passed by to step inside and explore the mysteries that lay within.

The white house stood proudly amidst a lush garden, its pale walls seeming to glow against the vibrant greenery that surrounded it. The lawn was dotted with vegetable beds, their rich soil yielding an abundance of colourful produce. Towering tomatoes, leafy lettuces, and plump peppers grew side by side, their verdant leaves shimmering in the sunlight. Chickens wandered about, pecking at the ground and clucking contentedly as they scratched beneath the trees. A small wooden fence encircled the vegetable garden, its pickets adorned with colourful ribbons and bows, evidence of the homeowner's artistic touch.

Harry's cabin perched on stilts above some parts of the garden, offering him a panoramic view of the surrounding landscape. The cabin's walls were made of weathered wood, stained by the elements and adorned with vines that twisted around its supports. A small wooden front porch stretched out from the front of the cabin, providing enough space for Harry to relax and take in the sights and sounds of his humble home.

Even if he could hear the hammock in the back garden calling his name, he decided to look for Zayn first. Harry entered the centre and knew that his senses would be immediately enveloped, as they always were. It was as if a hundred different plants had conspired together to create a perfume that defied description, each note blending seamlessly into the next, creating a harmony that was both invigorating and soothing at the same time. The air was heavy with the scent, permeating every nook and cranny of the space, making it impossible not to breathe it in deeply.

The scent of the plants was not overpowering, but rather inviting, as if they were all part of a delicate and harmonious ecosystem, each contributing to the overall well-being of the space. Even the air itself seemed to carry a weight as if it was imbued with the healing properties of the herbs and vegetables that surrounded them. It was a place where one could easily lose track of time, becoming lost in the serenity and peace that permeated every pore of their being.

The owner, Zayn, his best mate for years, glanced up from where he was arranging a display of self-grown vegetables and offered him a warm smile. The centre was unlike any other Harry had ever seen; it was minimalistic, with an abundance of greenery filling every corner and cranny. The wooden furniture and floorboards only served to accentuate the serene atmosphere.

Splashes of colour came from the small glass jars that lined the shelves, containing a rainbow of dried herbs and vegetables that Zayn had painstakingly harvested and preserved himself.

Along one wall were shelves upon shelves of neatly organised oils and dried herbs, while the opposite wall was adorned with artwork; most of them were Zayn's own creations, others were pieces by small, unknown artists. The artwork seemed to blend seamlessly with the rest of the space, adding a touch of whim and colour to the otherwise earthy palette. As he took it all in, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him.

"Hi, H," Zayn said, setting down a basket of tomatoes and coming around the counter. That wasn’t a long stroll. How has your day been so far?"

Harry smiled, taking in the warmth of his friend's eyes. "It's been good. This town is amazing. I can't believe I’ve never been here before."

"Well, you know how it is," Zayn shrugged. "I've been meaning to give you a proper invitation for ages, but I guess I never found the right moment. I'm glad you like it." He gestured for Harry to follow him further into the shop. "I've actually been meaning to talk to you about something."

As they walked deeper into Fuchsia Sea, the air seemed to thicken with a sense of anticipation. Harry glanced around, taking in the various displays of yoga equipment, the small, cozy corners where customers could practice their own routines, and the small art gallery. The entire space felt warm and inviting, like a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world.

"So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Harry finally asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Well," Zayn began, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "I've been thinking about expanding the gallery here. You know, showcasing more local talent, maybe even hosting small exhibitions and events. I was wondering if you'd be interested in helping me out with that."

Harry was taken aback by the request. He hadn't expected Zayn to ask for his help with something like this. "Me? I mean, of course I'd love to help, but I don't know anything about the art world. How could I possibly-"

Zayn cut him off with a laugh. "Oh, come on, H. Don’t put yourself down. You know more about this stuff than you give yourself credit for. And even if you don't, I'm here to guide you. It's not like I'm asking you to be some kind of expert or anything. I just need a helping hand, someone I can trust."

Harry considered this for a moment, taking in the earnestness in his friend's expression. He had never thought of himself as someone who could offer much help in this area, but maybe Zayn was right. Maybe he did have something to contribute. "Well, I'd be honoured to help you out, Zayn. I mean, your work is amazing, and if there's anything I can do to help promote it or even just give someone else a chance to shine, then I'm in."

Zayn beamed at him, reaching out to take Harry's hand in his own. "Thank you, H. You have no idea how much this means to me. I know it won't be easy, but I think we could really make something special here. We'll start slow, just get a feel for things. Maybe some small workshops, or maybe even a charity event. I've already got some ideas brewing in my head, and I think you'll like them."

They continued to wander around the shop, discussing possibilities and brainstorming ideas for the gallery. As they talked, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. He hadn't realised how much he had missed being a part of something bigger than himself, of using his skills and knowledge to help others. And working with Zayn, someone he truly admired and respected, made the prospect all the more appealing.

"You know," Zayn said, stopping in front of one of his own paintings, "I've always wanted to do something more with this space. Fuchsia Sea has been such a big part of my life, and I want to share that with others. I want to create a community here, where people can come together, share their passions, and learn from one another."

Harry nodded, understanding the sentiment perfectly. From far away he'd seen the way Zayn's studio had evolved over the years, from a simple place to practice yoga into a haven for the arts. It was clear that Zayn had put his heart and soul into everything he did. "I think that's a beautiful vision, Zayn. And I'm glad I can be a part of it."

They continued to stand in front of the painting, lost in their own thoughts for a moment. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden light across the gallery floor. The sound of waves crashing against the shore could be heard faintly through the open window. It was a peaceful, almost serene moment, and Harry couldn't help but feel grateful for the friendship he shared with Zayn.

"Ehrm," Zayn began, breaking the silence, "I've been thinking. Now that things are slowing down a bit, I've got this urge to get out of the house, maybe go for a drink or something. You want to come along?" Harry looked at him curiously.

Why is he acting so weird about this?

“Yeah sure, Zaynie. You know I’m up for anything with you and it’s not like I would have anything else to do. Any particular place you have in mind?”

Zayn grinned. "How about The Higher Tides? The bar at the beach. The owner, Niall, is a real character. He's always got a story to tell, and the drinks are pretty good too."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Sounds perfect. I've been meaning to check that place out anyway." They continued to wander through the gallery, closing all windows and blowing out some candles. As they did, they paused in front of a painting that Harry hadn't noticed before. It was one of Zayn's early works, a vibrant and passionate portrait of a woman with her hair flowing in the wind.

"I remember painting this," Zayn said, gazing at the painting with a distant look in his eyes. "She was a friend of mine from college. We used to go to the beach together and dream about our futures. I never could have imagined then that I'd be here, running Fuchsia Sea and doing all the things I've done."

Harry nodded, thinking about his own life and how it had unfolded. "I know what you mean. Sometimes it's hard to believe where life takes us, isn't it?"

They continued their tour through the gallery, making their way to the backyard where the chicken coop was kept. Inside, a small flock of hens clucked and pecked at the floor. Zayn grabbed a bag of chicken feed from a nearby shelf and began scattering it across the floor for the birds. "Let me just finish a few things and we are good to go. You can wait in the front and I’ll be with you ready to go in just a sec.”

Harry nodded, watching as Zayn went about his task, marvelling at his ability to juggle so many responsibilities. He wondered how many hours Zayn must have spent tending to the chickens, caring for the garden and plants, and maintaining the studio over the years. It was clear that Zayn had a deep connection to the land and the animals, and it was this connection that fueled his creativity.

As he waited, Harry took in the sights and sounds of the gallery. The rich smell of herbs from the shop blended with the earthy scent of the plants in the garden, creating a harmonious aroma that was unique to Fuchsia Sea. The soft glow of the track lighting cast a warm, inviting light on the paintings, making each brushstroke and texture stand out. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the fact that he would be a part of the story of Fuchsia Sea.

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Taking one last look around the shop, Harry watched as Zayn gently stroked his fingers over one of the huge, speckled leaves of the Monstera Thai Constellation next to the door. It was almost like Zayn was saying goodbye to his most cherished plant, before leaving the centre with Harry. 

The way Zayn tended to the uncountable amount of all kinds of rare and valuable Philodendrons, Alocasias and Monsteras filled Harry with awe for his best friend. He knew that Zayn spent a lot of time on his own while taking care of all his treasures that could be found at Fuchsia Sea. Sometimes it left Harry wondering if Zayn's dedication caused some kind of loneliness or if he felt content with the life he chose, while he gave all his heart and soul to the living beings that found a home or a place to find themselves at the centre.

“You know, just like people, plants respond to some extra attention,” Zayn told him with a wink when he caught Harry watching his move. “So I’ll always make sure that they all are treated with the utmost respect. That way they’ll grow big and healthy and reward me with the most beautiful leaves and flowers. They are not very unlike us human beings, H. Give them some love and kindness and you’ll get it back. Make a difference in the little things and you’ll find yourself with something you never knew was possible.”

“I do know, mate. You tell me every given chance.” Harry replied and fondly shook his head, stepping outside the door to make room for Zayn to lock it. Zayn’s love for all creatures of planet Earth was one of Harry’s favourite things about his best friend and he found himself longing for a little of Zayn's calming energy to spread onto him. 

Together they walked down the pebbled path towards the road, lined by solar lights that would tint the path in a warm glow, as soon as the sun set. 

They made their way down the uneven cobblestone road, Fuchsia Sea was located close to the sea but a little outside of the centre of town. The road led them between old fisher houses that looked like they defied the weathers of many decades and newly renovated ones, that were turned into holiday homes, as close to the beach as possible. While they walked, Harry let his gaze wander to the seagulls flying above them, singing a never-ending song. He always had a love for the souls of the sky, having two of them tattooed on his chest himself. Two sparrows representing the resilience life demanded from him, but that he had failed to find in himself lately back in London.

Bringing his focus back to the soul walking next to him, he listened to Zayn going on about his earlier yoga class and how different the atmosphere felt today since he tried some new aroma oils for his scented candles. Harry was excited to be a part of Zayn’s vision of Fuchsia Sea, to learn and improve and maybe even get back to his old self. Or find a new version of Harry along the way.

Walking around a corner, the cove that gave their little town its name came into view and Harry was able to hear the waves crash onto the shore. He smelled the scent of saltwater in the air, mixed with the underlying tone of seaweed and lavender, little beds of them strewn all around the town, while fields of lavender grew all around them, painting the landscape of the coast in a beautiful violet tone.

Reaching the beach bar of the cove, The Higher Tides, they walked up the front steps to a white-painted house with a large wooden terrace facing the seaside. White parasols shield the guests from the golden glowing evening sun and glass walls keep the ongoing sea breeze at bay. 

“You wanna sit outside?” Zayn turned to Harry with a questioning look on his face but didn’t wait for his answer. Instead, he turned around and made a beeline towards one of the few empty tables on the terrace and instantly sat down, his face turned towards the beach. Harry chuckled and chose a seat, while Zayn hid under his cap and behind his sunglasses from the few rays of sunshine that could possibly catch him. 

“Be careful or some might think you’re a vampire, hiding from the sun like that.” Harry joked while watching his friend. It was still a mystery to him, why Zayn chose the area with the most sunshine in the UK to call his home, when he disliked the sun like this. 

“I think you’ve seen me eating garlic often enough to prove that theory wrong, mate. I’m just not as stupid as all those sunbathers on the beach. Not keen on the idea of dying from skin cancer at the age of 40, if I get a say in it.”

“There’s this thing called sunscreen, Zaynie. You rub it onto your skin and it protects you from the sun.” Harry winked.

“Yeah, okay smarty-pants…” Zayn couldn’t finish his remark because a guy with warm brown hair, blue eyes and a wide smile on his face stepped to their table. He held two menus attached to clipboards in front of his broad chest.

“Hi there, Zayn. You? Out here? Let me tell you that I’m quite surprised. Who’s your friend?” The man with a heavy Irish accent turned to Harry and looked at him with curious eyes.

“I‘m Harry.” He reached out to shake the man’s hand.

“Niall. Nice to meet ya.” He shook Harry’s hand with a firm grip, the wide smile still on his face. Harry liked him instantly. He radiated warmth and kindness and his smile was contagious.

“Are you visiting our small old town, Harry?” Niall asked, making some small talk, while handing the clipboards to Harry and Zayn.

Before Harry could answer, Zayn spoke for him. “Harry just got here from London. I needed some help with the centre and Harry was looking for a place to start over. It’s a win-win situation, really.”

“Nice. It’s always handy to have some help running your business. Let me tell you, it’s not an easy task to find people who are doing a good job. But that means I’ll see you around sometime? Keep an eye open for my husband, he should be on stage in a few. If you’re a fan of live music?”

“Always. Big music fan here. Let me see… can I have the homemade elderberry lemonade in the meantime?” Harry chose a drink from the menu, having studied it while listening and always happy to try something new. 

“Sure. The usual for you, Z?” Niall asked, turning his attention back to Zayn who wasn’t listening to their conversation anymore. Instead, he was watching the beach absentmindedly. “Zayn?”

“Hmm? Sure, yeah… the usual, please.” Zayn turned back to Niall. A slight blush visible under the edge of his sunglasses.

When Niall left their table with a salute, Harry let his gaze wander to the beach. There were still many people milling around, taking walks along the waterline, going for a swim or watching their kids play. Harry spotted a little hut for the lifeguards of this section of the beach in the not-too-far distance. It was painted in light blue colour and built on stilts to give the guards on duty a better view over the beach.

There was also a little outdoor area down on the beach, connected to the terrace of the bar by a few steps. Some white deck chairs were spread on the beach and a few stood around two fireplaces not too far from an outdoor bar that sold ice cream, cold drinks and snacks to the guests on the beach.

Zayn followed Harry’s gaze and started to tell him about long summer nights he’d spent with Niall and his husband Shawn down by the fire.

“You’ll hear him later. He’s got a beautiful voice and often plays his own songs. But after a few pints, we’ll sit by the fire and he plays whatever cover songs the people wish for. It’s great. I’m sure we’ll do it this summer again.”

Harry smiled. “I can’t wait.” He paused and looked back to Zayn. “Honestly Zaynie, thank you for this. I... I couldn’t have stayed one more day back in London. I owe you.” The thought of starting a life all over again, when he just had turned thirty earlier this year, often sounded terrifying in his own ears. But it was the right thing to do, he knew that. And so did Zayn.

So he waved Harry off. “It’s like I said, we both were in need of something that the other can give. I know you needed to get away. But I’m selfishly very happy to have you here, H. I mean it.”

Harry leaned over to grab Zayn’s face and placed a smacking kiss right on his cheek. Laughing, he sat back while Zayn wiped the kiss off his face.

“Hey, no PDA under my watch, lads. Don’t let Payno see that, Zayn.” Niall was back with a wink and their drinks. He handed them a lemonade for Harry and something that looked like a smoothie for Zayn, while Harry watched Zayn roll his eyes and blush again.

“Be careful Harry, Zayn is trying to make all of us drink his nutritious soup. No one likes that mixture of carrot, beetroot, cucumber, oat and honey but him. I refuse to even call that a drink.” Niall looked seriously offended. "My Irish heart cried whenever I had to prepare it for him at my bar. This is a bar after all, and no wellness centre." He quietly laughed about his own joke.

“Liam likes it,” Zayn mumbled under his breath while bringing the glass to his lips. His cheeks almost the same colour as his drink. 

“Hahahaha.” Niall's laugh was loud now and contagious. “Liam, my dear Zaynie, only orders that thing because he’s got a massive crush on you and would do anything to get your attention.”

Harry’s eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows. “A crush? Who’s that lad with a crush on my Zaynie?”

“No one. Niall is talking shit.” Zayn rushed to say, trying to stop the conversation right there, but his still flushed cheeks gave him away.

“‘m not. He’s one of our lifeguards.” Niall gestures towards the hut down on the beach that Harry had spotted earlier. “Our friend here comes and sits in the sun just to watch Liam run around on the beach. Can you imagine?"

Harry gasped, clapping his hand over his mouth in fake surprise.

"Exactly." Niall laughed. "But do you think they’ll ever talk? Nope.” He popped his mouth to emphasise the P. “They just smile shyly and blush and drink these soups. Some hopeless cases these two, let me tell ya.”

“You’re aware that I can hear you two, right?” Came from Zayn from behind his glass. He had a frown on his face and looked like he wanted to disappear.

"Oh, I’m well aware." The grin on Niall’s face grew even wider. "That’s why I’m telling our dear Harold here. He’s got to know what he’s getting himself into."

Did Niall just wink at him?

"My name’s actually not Harold." Harry rubbed his neck. He liked that guy. From his first impression on he was sure that they’d get along. Niall seemed like the stand-up guy, with a quick wit but his heart in the right place, always caring for his loved ones. He definitely cared about Zayn. Harry could see it crystal clear. Everyone should have a Niall in their life.

"Well, you’re a Harold now." Niall chuckled and turned around when a tall guy with short brown curls called for him. "Oh, I need to run. Husband duty. Enjoy the show, folks."

"That’s Shawn. Niall's husband." Zayn unnecessarily explained and Harry watched him with a raised eyebrow.

"How come I’ve been here for almost a week now, and not once, not once, have I heard the name Liam out of your mouth? Huh?"

"Because, Harold, there is nothing to say. Niall’s talking shit. That man is the worst gossip and thinks he knows everything because everyone and their mother come to his bar. Don’t let him fool you." Zayn obviously lied, as he wildly gestured with his hands. Suspicious.

After more than a decade of their friendship, Harry was able to tell when Zayn lied by the twitch of his nose. He would keep an eye open for that Liam guy, who apparently managed to make his friend blush like a schoolgirl.

Changing the topic, they talked about how Harry settled into his little cabin and his stroll around town earlier this day, while they watched Shawn getting ready for his set. The terrace was slowly but surely getting more crowded, almost every table taken. It looked like the guests were a lively mixture of people living in Lavender Cove and tourists, all of them enjoying the warming evening sun. There were teenage girls giggling at the table next to them, families with their kids having a cosy dinner before bedtime and a group of grannies already on their third glass of wine, shamelessly flirting with Niall.

Harry found himself sighing contently, happy with the feeling of fitting right into this bustling crowd of people.

"I can hear you thinking, H." Zayn looked at him with a slightly concerned look on his face. "Do you think you did the right thing, coming here?"

Harry let out a puff of air, contemplating his answer. "I mean, obviously it’s too soon to know that by now."

"Obviously."

"But." Harry wiggled his nose and pulled on his bottom lip. "But I,… it feels good. Everyone has been so welcoming. So kind. I love the saltwater scent in the air and the sun, that somehow feels so much warmer here compared to London. Everything feels more alive. The vibrant colours of the village and the steady sound of the ocean. Feels just like what I needed. A change in scenery." When Zayn threw a napkin at him, he added, "And the company isn’t too bad either."

"I hope Lavender Cove will treat you better than London did. I know you love the city. But I hope you’ll find peace here. For now. At least for now." Harry loved Zayn, this empathic human being who always knew what was best for Harry without needing to be told. Everyone should have a Zayn in their life.

With Shawn’s first strokes on his acoustic guitar, they turned their attention towards him. He had situated himself on a high bar stool, one foot on the ground and one placed on the footrest. The guitar sitting on his lap, he caressed the strings with his thumb. Shawn gifted the guests with a heartwarming smile, before the absentminded strokes turned into purposeful ones, starting to transform into a melody, tapping the guitar while playing to create a beat.

[I can't get much higher
New York in the summertime
Get close with a bottle of wine
Last year was a broken heart
Last year was a broken heart
Last year was a broken heart
Damn, flip it around, what a beautiful start]

"Oh, it’s one of the songs that inspired the name of the bar," Zayn told him, slightly leaning over the table to speak to Harry.

[The drinks are gettin' better, the view is lookin' nice
As long as we're together,
No, I can't get much higher, high, high
No, I can't get much higher
Let's stay like this forever
I'll kiss you every night
As long as we're together
No, I can't get much higher, high, high]

Harry found himself nodding along to the beat, Shawn’s mesmerising voice drawing the attention of all of the guests in. He had a remarkable talent and Harry could tell that he had quite some fans among the guests, everyone clapping and cheering when he finished the song.

While Shawn continued his acoustic set, his voice and the waves of the sea created a beautiful soundtrack to their relaxing evening, Harry and Zayn ordered two vodka raspberry and started to throw ideas for Fuchsia Sea back and forth.

The more drinks they had, currently on their third, the wilder their imagination ran. Most likely none of their business ideas would actually come to life - they were talking about a herd of goats for the garden, because "I believe I read somewhere about them being a mirror to human mental constitution, Zayn, can you believe that?" - but they had the most fun coming up with them and Harry found himself genuinely laughing. And when Zayn said they could start workshops to craft some flower crowns for their chicken and goats to wear and Harry returned that they would probably be eaten in the blink of an eye, he noticed a tear running down his cheek because he was laughing so hard.

He missed that. Being able to laugh with his mate without a heavy weight pulling him down. Just two friends sharing some drinks and talking out of their asses, while the sun set behind the pastel-coloured houses of Lavender Cove and the crickets chirped away in the marram grass along the beach. So Harry thought maybe peace still was somewhere to be found for him. And maybe somewhere was right here, on a bar terrace in Lavender Cove.

When they eventually paid their bill and Niall had sent them on their way home, they walked down the already familiar cobblestone road on slightly wobbly legs, arm in arm back to Harry’s little cabin.

They parted with a big hug and Zayn repeatedly telling him, how much he had missed him and that he’d never get sick of seeing Harry’s dimples, because apparently, three vodka raspberry made his best friend turn into the biggest sap.

When Harry finally crawled under the cosy covers of his bed after successfully climbing the creaking stairs of his wooden cabin and not skipping his nighttime routine, he fell into a content and dreamless slumber.

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The next morning Harry was woken up by Weasley, the rooster, who took his job of making himself heard by the first rays of sunlight very seriously. His loud, shrill crow echoed between the houses of Lavender Cove, making every alarm unnecessary.

The shades in front of his bedroom window only kept a little bit of the sunlight outside, so Harry squinted his eyes and rolled over on his stomach to avoid being blinded. Even if it was a tad too bright for his liking already, he enjoyed the warmth that he now felt spreading over his back nonetheless. He was a morning person, still used to be up at the crack of dawn from his former job. The snooze button was a foreign concept for him but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy two more minutes of bathing in the warmth of his bed, or another person's arms, before getting up and starting his day.

Harry wouldn’t mind a cuddle right now. He always thought of himself as a very tactile person, used to being affectionate with his friends, ex-partners and family. In his opinion, there wasn’t anything better than starting the day with a cuddle. Or not much at least. Morning yoga on the beach was close, though, and so Harry got up with a yawn and a stretch.

Truth was, Harry was a fit guy. Always well-trained and sporting a nice collection of toned muscles all over his body. He took good care of it and was proud of his condition and build. A ten kilometre run was nothing for him. Nevertheless, he had turned thirty in February of this year and there was no denying, he was getting older. When he now got up in the morning some vertebrae clicked into place, causing a groan to erupt from his throat.

After a final stretch of his neck, he started to pull a pair of black sports tights and some bright orange shorts to wear above them, out of his drawer. He chose an oversized black hoodie to complement his yoga fit and started to get dressed, the rough English morning breeze making him go for a slightly warmer outfit, despite it being summer. Then he went to grab a vitamin-infused water bottle from his fridge, grabbed his yoga mat, slipped into his yellow Hoka trainers and was ready to leave the cabin.

While he walked down the pebble stone path he heard Weasley crowing another time before Harry made his way down the familiar cobblestone road. The closer he got to the beach, the louder the steady sloshing of the waves got. It was a bit on the windy side today, the wind messing with the brown curls on top of his head, and there wasn’t another human soul seen quite yet.

Arriving at the deserted beach he opted for a place in front of the sand dunes, not far from Niall’s bar and the light blue lifeguard hut, that he had already spotted the day before. Harry placed his yoga mat on the coarse sand, took off his socks and shoes and stood on top of it, closing his eyes and taking seven deep breaths. He always started his routine by focusing on his breathing, the sound of his heart beating in his chest and the noise of his surroundings. Safe to say morning yoga was very different now in his new vicinity. The ringing of morning traffic, sirens and bustling people in the London metropolis replaced by a melody of seagulls, the ocean and a distant hum of fisherboats leaving the nearby harbour.

Opening his eyes again, Harry started his well-memorised yoga routine, taking breaks every few minutes to let his gaze wander around the beach and the slowly waking world around him. Bit by bit people appeared in his field of vision. A woman walking her dog on the beach, occasionally throwing a ball into the waves for the Dalmatian to retrieve it. Harry noticed Niall and Shawn on the terrace of The Higher Tides, not long after the woman disappeared, setting everything up for the start of the day.

It had been quiet for a while again, Harry’s attention focussed on Vrschikasana, the scorpion pose. He was resting all of his body weight on his forearms while curving his spine and bending backwards to bring his feet above his head. A high level of flexibility of his spine, hips and shoulders was required for this pose, only possible after years of practice. So, with his feet hanging above his head, Harry looked up, towards a figure walking over the sand towards the lifeguard hut. It was a man, maybe in his early thirties, dressed in red swim shorts and a tank top, with a black curly dog running by his side. Just when Harry started to slowly leave his pose and move into Cobra Pose, the man turned his head to look at Harry before walking up the steps towards the hut.

In this pose, it was way easier for Harry to watch him and his dog standing on the landing of the hut now. The man had brown fluffy hair, tousled by the wind, and was smaller than Harry by a few inches. His body was athletic, but more on the curvy side. He had a nice ass and his arms were covered in black ink. Harry could also spot some tattoos on his chest, peeking out of the man’s tank top. His walk across the beach had been brimmed with the confidence of someone who called this place his own.

Sure but not arrogant. Self-assured but not reckless. Someone who knew about the importance of his job and who had enough experience to know his worth.

Just when Harry readied himself to change his pose another time, the man sent a smile that spread across his whole face over the beach towards him, before opening the door and disappearing inside the hut. His loyal dog on his heels.

Moving into Downward Facing Dog Pose Harry thought back to the last evening and Niall telling him about Zayn’s crush on Liam, the lifeguard and he wondered if he just saw the man in question. Even if the man’s physical appearance wasn’t what Zayn had been looking for in former partners. Zayn usually fell for men who were much taller and bulkier than him, who spent a lot of time in the gym. But Harry could see the appeal. The man was attractive, no question, and his smile was captivating.

Twenty minutes later Harry felt thoroughly stretched and in a relaxed mindset. He had worked up a bit of sweat so he calmly packed his belongings and put on his shoes again before walking over to the bar where Niall was still busy stocking up the tiny bar down on the beach. When Harry walked by the lifeguard hut, everything seemed quiet in there, no one was to be seen on the porch.

"Can I?" Harry asked Niall when he approached the bar, gesturing towards one of the bar stools. Niall, with a tea towel slung over his shoulder and his hands full of limes, smirked at him.

"Well, good morning Harold. Looks like Lavender Cove found itself another early bird. Can’t say there are many of us out here. Some more voluntary than others, to be fair."

"You know, old habits die screaming. But I do enjoy the quiet mornings here on the beach, with just some seagulls keeping me company, really." Harry pointed his thumb towards the vacant beach, where he just came from. "It’s lovely out there in the early hours of the day. You’re living in a special small spot of the earth. I get why Zayn always urged me to come and visit him here. But I think I can appreciate it more now that I know I’m going to stay for a while."

"Some say, everyone falls in love at Lavender Cove sooner or later. With the place or the people. Sometimes even both,” Niall stated while he pulled a knife from a drawer and started to chop his limes into quarters. Harry watched him for a while, thinking about what Niall had just said. He’s pretty sure that he already started to fall in love with this place and everything it had to offer. The beach and the calm sea, the lovely bar and the people he had met so far, everything and everyone was welcoming and made Harry feel like he wanted to get to know more.

When Niall had thrown the chopped limes into a bucket and cleaned his workplace he asked Harry for his order and served him a freshly pressed blood orange juice, spiced with a bit of ginger. Niall told him about the old ladies who had so blatantly flirted with him, a married and gay man, last night and learned that they were regulars who chatted up every young man after one too many glasses of wine. They were loved by everyone and just natural charming flirts.

"I swear, one time last summer they tried to bribe my sweet, innocent Shawn into playing George Michael’s 'I Want Your Sex’. They even slipped 20 Pounds into his waistband. That poor boy was traumatised." Niall was barely standing upright, laughing too hard about his own story. And he had many of them in stock. The way Niall laughed was so contagious, every bubbling 'Hahaha’ making Harry laugh with him. He was just wiping a tear out of his eye, when a man stepped onto the bar next to Harry.

"Mornin’ Nialler." The man mumbled, resting his heavily tattooed forearms on the counter of the bar, looking absolutely exhausted. His warm, brown eyes were barely open and Harry was sure that he could see some pillow wrinkles still on his cheeks. He had short brown hair, the sides almost completely buzzed off but the hair on top of his head was slightly longer and soft looking. "Can you make the usual for me? I’m already running late. Lou’s gonna kill me."

"Sure, Liam." Niall’s eyes darted to Harry but travelled back to his new customer right after and began to work on cutting some more fruit and throwing them into a blender.

"Liam?" Harry asked, the confusion written all over his face. "You are Liam?" Like, Liam Liam? But if this was Liam, Zayn’s Liam, who was the guy he had seen earlier on the beach by the hut? He really wanted to know who that guy was.

Liam, apparently, looked up and over to Harry as if he only now noticed another person sitting at the bar.

"That’s me. And you are…?" Liam asked with a questioning look on his face, probably trying to make his still-tired brain catch up with the situation at hand.

"Shit. Sorry. Harry… I’m Harry. I uhm… I’m a friend of Zayn. I’m staying at his Fuchsia Sea cabin. You know?" Harry rambled.

"Oh!" Liam’s eyes widened almost comically. He immediately straightened his posture and wiped his hands on his red swimming trunks. Harry found a slight blush appearing on Liam’s cheeks who now extended his hand towards Harry, waiting for him to shake it. Niall watched their encounter with an amused smile on his face when Harry reached out to formally shake Liam's hand.

"God damn, Payno, pull the stick out of your ass. Harry’s not gonna talk badly about you with Zayn if you don’t curtsy in front of him." Niall casually blabbered while chewing on a slice of apple before pushing the button on the blender to turn it on. A deafening noise filled the second of embarrassed silence.

Harry tried to send a reassuring smile towards Liam and used the pause caused by the noise from the blender and coffee machine, that Niall had just turned on, to discreetly peer at the man next to him. Now that he knew that this was the man of his best friend’s wet dreams, everything made much more sense.

Eww, okay maybe don’t think about that.

Liam looked exactly like Zayn’s type. He was tall, broad shoulders, meaty biceps and back muscles that told Harry about quite some hours spent on the lat pulldown. But Liam had something Zayn’s ex-boyfriends lacked, he had kind and warm eyes and a friendly and shy aura, judging by the way he was now nervously scratching his neck.

"It’s nice having a face to the name now," Harry said as soon as Niall turned the blender off. "I’ve heard quite a bit about you already."

"That’s, well… thanks?" Liam looked so shy, it was adorable. But Harry didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.

"I only arrived shortly, so I’m happy to get to know a few people. Maybe I’ll see you around?" Harry offered.

Niall placed two cups of drinks in front of Liam. One was a to-go cup that contained some black coffee. The other one was a clear cup that was filled to the brim with something that looked suspiciously like the 'soup' Zayn had the night before.

"Sure, yeah. Great. Well, I’ve got to run or Louis will have my head. Niall, thanks, I’ll see ya later." He paused. "And Harry? Maybe say hi to Zayn? Or… don’t." Liam said while already walking away backwards, pointing his thumb over to the lifeguard hut. He didn’t see what was behind him though, so he almost crashed into a desk chair on the beach.

"Will do, Liam." Harry tried to suppress a giggle. "See you soon."

Niall and Harry watched him turn around and hurry over to the hut, while desperately trying not to spill any of the drinks, with equally fond smiles on their faces. When Harry turned back around to face Niall, he was already looking at him.

"Soooo…" Niall drew out the word. "That was our Liam. Cute, huh?"

"Very. I can see why they dance around each other without making progress when they both are shy like that. But he seems like a good guy. To be honest, Zayn wasn’t so lucky with his boyfriends in the past. All of 'em dickheads with big biceps and no brain or heart. Liam here, he looks like a different kind of man."

"I can tell you, he is. He’s basically a puppy, our Liam. Great friend, very caring, too shy for his own good, as you just saw." Niall said while working on preparing some sandwiches now. Harry took the first sip of his juice, having forgotten about it over his encounter with Liam.

"Wow, that’s very good, Niall." He took a larger sip, feeling his taste buds encompassed in sweet and sour blood orange, mixed with some spicy ginger. It was unusual but good. Enjoying the taste for a moment, Harry remembered his question from earlier.

"I thought I’d seen Liam earlier this morning. I meant to tell you about it when he suddenly appeared. When I was doing my yoga routine, I saw a guy walk over to the hut. Thought it was Liam." Harry explained.

Niall looked up to him, a curious expression on his face. "Short? A black dog by his side? Big bum?"

Now Harry was the one blushing, feeling caught in maybe having had a look at the guy's backside. So he chose to hide behind his drink and nod with the straw in his mouth.

"Ah, I see… that would have been Louis, then," Niall stated, with the smug smile on his face, that Harry had seen quite some times already now, looking right through Harry’s facade. "He’s one of the other lifeguards here, usually shares a shift with Liam, they live together. He’s one of my best mates, really. He and his dog, Clifford, come here every day for drinks and snacks while they are on duty. Sassy fucker, but I love him." Niall playfully rolled his eyes.

Harry tried to soak up all the new information like a sponge.

"Oh, nice." Harry opted for nonchalance. "Maybe I’ll get to meet him too." Niall raised an eyebrow. Harry cleared his throat. "You know, make new friends while I’m here."

"New friends. Sure." Harry didn’t like the grin on Niall’s face. Again he felt like Niall could look right through him.

"Yes, Niall. That's what I said. Who knows how long I’ll be here. Gotta use the time I have, don’t I?" Harry challenged.

"Whatever you say, big guy." He paused. "No plans for the duration of your stay so far?"

Harry looked over to the sea, watched the waves crash onto the shore for a moment. "Not yet. Zayn gave me his cabin to stay in and I’ll try and be a helping hand at the centre. It’s nice, cosy. But nothing for forever. I’ll see where the tide takes me." He adds with a little wink.

Niall must have sensed that he didn’t want to share more about his future plans so he busied himself with leaving the small bar to wipe down the tables and chairs on the beach and open the parasols, while Harry sipped on his drink and watched the beach again.

The woman with her Dalmatian was on her way back from the morning walk and stopped by the lifeguard hut. Louis, Harry smiled now that he knew the man’s name, was down on the beach with his dog, talking to the woman while the dogs chased each other around the beach. Now that he wasn’t trapped in an awkward yoga pose, Harry took some time to have a closer look at the guy. He was barefoot, digging his toes into the sand while he talked, with his hands on his hips and a wide stance.

Harry was too far away to see the flex of his arm muscles, his strong thighs working underneath his red shorts or the way his hair curled in his neck. But he could imagine. What he did see was a nice collection of tattoos all over his arms, his ankle and the ones on his chest again. Having a nice collection of ink all over his own body, Harry appreciated a guy with some art on his skin for Harry to explore.

He wouldn’t mind taking a closer look at Louis’ set.

So he took another sip of his tasty juice and enjoyed the view a bit longer. 

Liam was sat in one of the chairs on the porch, typing away on his phone while the smoothie stood on the armrest, already half empty. Every now and then he let his gaze travel around the beach and sea for a moment, until he looked back to his phone, smiling and typing. Interesting.

When Niall came strolling back to the bar, they talked some more about the bar and the town and its people. Soon Harry paid for his drink and got up. He told Zayn he would be at the centre around nine, so he walked back to the cabin to take a long, hot shower before he was mentally and physically ready to help Zayn with his tasks for the day. 

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The Fuchsia Sea was a hidden gem tucked in a quiet corner of the town. It was a sanctuary for those seeking peace, tranquillity, and self-discovery. As the sun streamed in through the huge stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colours across the wood floors, Harry and Zayn bustled about, readying one of the rooms for their art workshop plans. They had spent the past few days collecting interesting items, such as seashells, feathers, and colourful stones, and arranging them in jars in a way that was both aesthetically pleasing and inspirational.

Harry paused for a moment, wiping his hands on his Fuchsia Sea-apron as he glanced at Zayn. "You know, I ran into Liam this morning at Niall's bar.”

Zayn raised an eyebrow, his expression curious. "Really? What was he doing there?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," Harry replied casually, though there was a hint of excitement in his voice. "He was just getting drinks for him and… I think his name was, Louis?!”

Harry saw that Zayn couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He knew Zayn was fond of Liam, even if he tried to play it down.

"It was kind of funny, actually," Harry continued, "because I was at the beach earlier and I saw a lifeguard at the hut. I was so confused! This guy was fit - and when I say fit, I mean fiiiit -“ Harry’s eyes rolled up and he bit his lip. “But he wasn’t at all what I expected your Liam to be. I just couldn’t imagine you being into him.”  Even though Zayn tried to hide his blush about the word “your” and his smile by turning away to rearrange the jars on the table, Harry couldn’t miss it. “But it turns out it wasn't him at all. It was actually this Louis-guy.”

Zayn laughed, trying to sound casual, but there was a hint of longing in his voice. "I bet you had quite the surprise, huh?"

Harry grinned, his cheeks flushed slightly. "Yeah, it was quite something. I mean, don't get me wrong, Liam is gorgeous too, and he seems to be an amazing person. But I guess I just couldn’t picture you and this guy, this Louis, together."

Zayn chuckled, a cheeky expression on his face. "Oh, you'd be surprised. Louis Tomlinson can be very charming when he wants to be. And he's actually quite the artist himself. Give him some weed and he’ll write you the most wonderful and sweetest poems…" Harry paused the lid of the jar in front of him halfway closed.

Tomlinson…

Harry’s eyes sparkled.

Wait - Did he say what I think he said?

Harry’s head snapped to Zayn. So fast that Zayn couldn’t hold it anymore. “Hahaha, I’m kidding. H! Your face! Don’t be mad - he’s super nice but he’s nothing more than a good friend. You have no competition in me. Don’t worry!” 

Harry smiled, feeling kind of relieved.

Friends - friends! THAT was the plan - why am I… fuck it - I’m not gonna think about…!

“Yeah thanks, Zed. I'm glad to know that.” He tried to answer sarcastically. “But I mean, I'm not saying I wouldn't give him a chance, you know if he was into me, but I just..." He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'm just not ready for anything like that yet. But friends might be…”

Zayn nodded understandingly. "It's okay. I was joking, Harry. And even if you would - We all have our own pace, right? Plus, we've got this project to focus on. Who knows, maybe we'll find some inspiration in all of these things I’ve been collecting." He gestured towards the table full of jars and boxes.

Harry grinned, feeling a sudden rush of excitement. "Yeah, you're right. And you know what? I think I have an idea for our next workshop. Something involving seaweed and copper..." His voice trailed off as he started to daydream, already lost in a thought.

“What are you thinking of?” Zayn asked still waiting for him to finish the sentence.

“We might need some more seaweed, you know. We could just go to the beach and… could collect some more. Enjoy some time there. Watch the waves and…” Harry looked at Zayn. Luckily without any further words, Zayn got the message.

Zayn glanced at the clock. "It's already afternoon but we could probably catch them if we hurry." He quickly put away the jars he was working on and grabbed his jacket. "Are you ready?"

Harry nodded, already feeling a bit giddy with anticipation. They hurried out of the studio, making their way towards the beach. The salty sea air filled their lungs as they walked across the sand, their feet sinking into the soft, warm grains. They scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of Liam and Louis.

Finally, they spotted them standing on the lifeguard hut's porch, their backs to Harry and Zayn as they were watching some kids play at the waterline. The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow on their bodies, making them look even more striking. Liam, with his broad shoulders and lean muscles, was wearing his red lifeguard swim trunks, his tanned skin glistening with sweat. Louis, on the other hand, was dressed in a pair of blue board shorts that clung to his perfect ass and thighs.

Harry and Zayn quickened their pace carefully, eager to not catch their attention. As they approached some stones to sit down, close to the hut but still far enough to not be creepy, he couldn't help but notice the way Liam and Louis interacted with each other; their easy banter and playful teasing. It was clear that they were close, and it only made Harry wonder what it would be like to be a part of their little group.

They watched as Liam stretched his arms above his head, the muscles in his back tensing beneath his skin. His laughter floated over on the breeze, making Zayn let out a small gasp. Louis, on the other hand, seemed to be more serious, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Even from this distance, Harry could see the way the sunlight played with his tiny curls in the back of his neck, making them appear almost glittery silver.

"Woow… He's... he's really handsome, isn't he?" Harry whispered, his voice barely audible even to Zayn.

Zayn glanced at him sideways, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You mean Liam?"

Harry felt his cheeks heat up. "Well...yeah. Both of them, but... Louis mostly."

Zayn smirked, amused. "You fancy him, huh?"

Harry shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I guess... He's just..." He trailed off, not really knowing how to explain.

Zayn chuckled, shaking his head. "You like him. I get it." He paused, leaning in closer to whisper, "You should totally talk to him. He is really nice."

With eyes full of panic Harry looked at Zayn.

Zayn laughed, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. Just be yourself, and if it's meant to be, it'll happen. You know, if you want, I could maybe... introduce you two?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat at the thought. He glanced back at Liam and Louis, trying to steel his courage. They were still deep in conversation, oblivious to the attention they were getting. He took a deep breath and nodded, feeling a nervous energy coursing through his veins.

“Let’s just… maybe not today… but someday… soon.. okay?” Harry just couldn’t do it - not today.

Zayn smiled encouragingly, patting him on the back. "It's alright, babes. There's no rush. But if you ever want me to help, you know where to find me."

Harry nodded, still feeling the tingle in his stomach. He glanced back at Louis one more time before turning his attention back to the water. The waves lapped against the shore, the sun slowly moved down, and the breeze carried the scent of the ocean. It was a perfect summer day.

"You know," Zayn said, breaking the silence that had fallen between them, "it's not like you have to talk to him right now or anything. You could just... watch him from afar, you know? See how he is, what he's like. Get to know him without actually talking to him."

Harry nodded, considering this option. It felt a bit creepy, but it also gave him time to gather his thoughts and maybe work up the courage to actually approach Louis. He focused his attention back on the two boys, studying their movements, the way they laughed and interacted with each other.

They played a game with the curly black dog in a lifeguard vest - Didn’t Niall say his name was Clifford? - with Liam and Louis taking turns throwing and kicking a ball back and forth. Harry couldn't help but marvel at the way Louis's body moved, the grace with which he seemed to handle the ball. He wondered if he was as good at other sports as well.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, the sky turned a fiery shade of orange and pink, painting the clouds with hues of red and gold. The air grew cooler, and the scent of the ocean mixed with the smell of the bonfire that had been lit nearby. Zayn glanced at his phone, then turned to him.

"It's getting late, H. We should probably start heading back."

Harry looked up, surprised to see that the sky had already turned shades of purple and orange. He realised he had lost track of time, watching Liam and Louis play together. "Oh, yeah. I guess we should," he said, standing up and brushing the sand off his shorts.

They walked back to Fuchsia Sea together, the cool evening air making Harry wish he'd worn a sweater. Zayn put his arm around Harry's shoulders, giving him a friendly squeeze. "Don't worry about it, man. It's not like you had to talk to him or anything. You can always try again tomorrow."

Harry nodded, feeling a little better. But still, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret. "I guess so... thanks, Zaynie."

They walked up to the coop, and Zayn opened the gate. Inside, the chicken clucked excitedly, running over to him. "Here you go, little thing," he murmured, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handful of birdseed. He scattered it on the ground, and the chicken pecked at it greedily. "There you go. You eat that all up, you hear?"

Harry watched as Zayn interacted with the chicken, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. There was something soothing about the way Zayn spoke to the bird, his voice gentle and soft. It was a contrast to the tough exterior he often showed to others.

As they walked back to Harry’s cabin, the night air grew cooler, and the stars began to twinkle in the sky. The sound of the ocean lapping against the shore was like a lullaby, and Harry found himself feeling more relaxed than he had in months.

They said their good nights and Harry climbed up into his cabin, closing the door behind him. It was small but cosy, with a double bed pushed up against one wall and a small table next to the window. There was a lamp on the table, casting a warm glow over the room. Harry kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Even though he had only been there for a few days, he already felt at home - a different but still a home - at Fuchsia Sea. It was a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of life in the city, and he was grateful for the chance to get away, to clear his head. He glanced over at his guitar, propped up in the corner, longing to pick it up and play. But for now, he was too tired.

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The moment Harry's eyes fluttered open, a beam of sunlight streamed through the window of his cabin at Fuchsia Sea, painting the room in warm, golden hues. He stretched lazily, bathing in the cosy comfort of his blanket, and yawned expansively. A delicious scent wafted into his nose, tickling his senses. It was the aroma of freshly cooked vegetables, still warm from the fire. His stomach rumbled in response, reminding him that it was time to head to the farmers market.

Harry climbed out of bed and padded barefoot across the creaky floorboards to the small kitchenette. As he filled a kettle with water, he glanced out the window, catching a glimpse of the ocean in the distance. It was a breathtaking sight, as always. The sparkling blue waves crashed against the rocky shore, the salty sea air filling his lungs. He couldn't help but wonder if Louis was out there somewhere, enjoying the start of the day as much as he was.

The sound of the kettle whistling drew him back to the present. He made himself a cup of tea, added a splash of milk, and took a sip, savouring the warmth that spread through his chest. After dressing in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, he headed out of his cabin, locking the door behind him. The fresh sea air greeted him as he emerged, filling his lungs with a salty tang.

He began his morning routine, making his way to the farmers market just a few streets over. As he walked, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of Lavender Cove. The streets were lined with pennants swaying gently in the breeze, and the sound of seagulls cawing filled the air. It was like walking through a postcard come to life.

The farmers market was bustling with activity as vendors set up their stalls, displaying an array of fresh fruits, vegetables, and baked goods. Harry made a beeline for his favourite stall, where he spotted the vendor he'd grown to know over the past few days. Pauline smiled warmly at him as he approached.

"Ah, if it isn't my favourite customer! How are you this fine morning?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Very well, thank you, Pauline," Harry replied with a warm smile. "I'd like two of those crisp apples and an orange, please."

The vendor chuckled as she weighed the fruit on a scale. "Oh, a big breakfast this time, Harry," she said, her blue eyes twinkling, "you're such an easy customer to please." She placed the fruit in a small paper bag and handed it to him. "That'll be two pounds and eighty pence ."

Harry reached into his pocket, pulling out the appropriate change. "Thank you, Pauline. Enjoy the rest of your day." He placed the paper bag in his tote, threw it over his shoulder and continued down the street, making his way towards the beach. The sun was now higher in the sky, and the air was warming up quickly. He couldn't help but feel a spring in his step as he walked.

He reached the beach, taking a deep breath of the salty air as he gazed out at the vast expanse of blue water. The waves rolled in gently, their white caps foaming as they reached the shore. The sand was warm beneath his feet, and he took a moment to remove his shoes and socks, letting the soft, cool grains massage his toes.

Harry walked along the water's edge, enjoying the solitude of the beach. It was peaceful here, away from the bustle of the market and the other people. He wondered if Louis was somewhere nearby. Maybe they would bump into each other later in the day.

The sound of laughter carried on the wind, and Harry turned to see a group of children playing in the shallows. Their shrieks of delight were infectious, and he found himself smiling as he watched them. They seemed to be having so much fun, just being carefree and enjoying the simple pleasures of life.

Harry continued walking along the water's edge, lost in thought. He couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. It was as if this place, with its gentle waves and soft sand, had somehow managed to wash away all his troubles and worries. He wondered if it was because he was simply not in London or if it was something more profound.

The sound of an engine approaching from behind caused him to turn around. A bright red beach buggy came careening around the bend, its tyres kicking up sand as it sped past. Sitting in the driver's seat was a small, sun-kissed figure with brown and silver hair and sparkling sunglasses.

Oh shit, that’s him…

Harry couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Louis. The beach buggy was a bit of an exaggeration given the short length of the beach, but it looked like Louis was enjoying the attention he was attracting.

The sun glinted off the silver and brown hair that fell across the edge of his sunglasses, and for a second, Harry thought Louis was smiling at him. He felt his heart skip a beat, and for a surreal moment, it was as if time stood still.

The beach buggy disappeared behind the lifeguard hut, its engine fading into the distance, but Harry couldn't shake the feeling that their eyes had met. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination or if there was something more to it.

He continued walking along the shore, lost in thought. Was it possible that Louis had seen him? That he had been trying to get his attention? The idea sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they actually spoke to each other.

The beach stretched out before him, the warm sand yielding beneath his feet. The sun beat down on his shoulders, and the salty air filled his lungs. He could feel the weight of the bag at his side, but it seemed to fade into the background as he tried to process the possibility of Louis' attention.

Harry glanced back over his shoulder, half expecting to see the beach buggy speeding toward him. But it was still parked next to the hut. Maybe it had all been a trick of the light. He told himself that it was probably nothing, that Louis probably hadn't even noticed him.

But still, there was a tiny part of him that refused to let go of the feeling that something had happened between them. It was as if they'd shared a secret glance, a private moment that only they could understand. He couldn't help but wonder what Louis was thinking, what he'd been feeling in that moment.

Harry decided to ignore the nagging sensation and focus on the present. He waded into the surf till the water tingled his knees. The salty liquid was surprisingly warm, enveloping him in its embrace. He closed his eyes, letting the rhythmic lap of the waves lull him into a state of calm.

As he stood there, lost in thought, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. It was an unsettling sensation, like a pair of eyes boring into the back of his skull. He glanced around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. The beach was quiet, save for the occasional seagull crying out above.

Harry shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his heart racing as the feeling intensified. He turned around, ready to confront whatever or whoever it was that was making him feel so uneasy, and was greeted by a proudly smiling Zayn.

"BOO," he said with a grin. "Hey, mate. You feeling alright?"

Harry smiled in relief. "Yeah, I'm good. Just enjoying the view." He gestured toward the ocean, trying to play it off.

Zayn turned to the lifeguard hut and saw the beach buggy parked right next to it. “The view - I see, I see” he laughed.

He chuckled in response. "Yeah, it's pretty nice. And you? What are you doing out here?”

Zayn shrugged, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Just enjoying the sun, the sand, and the sea. You know, living the dream." His gaze drifted back toward the lifeguard hut, and for a fleeting moment, Harry thought he saw a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "Actually I wanted to collect the seaweed we forgot yesterday.”

Harry blinked, momentarily confused. "Oh, right. I forgot about that. You want some help?" He gestured to the bag at his side, the one filled with his forgotten breakfast. “Shit - I forgot the fruits I got at the market. Up for sharing?”

Zayn's grin widened, and he nodded eagerly. "That'd be great, actually. Thanks, babes. I'm starving." They sat down on the sand, their legs stretched out in front of them and unwrapped their fruits. The juicy, sweet smell filled the air between them as they ate.

There was an easy silence between them, punctuated only by the occasional crunch of fruit and the sound of the waves lapping against the shore.

Harry noticed that Zayn kept glancing over at the hut, his eyes darting back and forth between the entrance and whatever it was that had caught his attention. It was almost as if he was trying to see something that wasn't there.

"You okay, Z?" he asked, reaching over to nudge his arm. "You're acting kind of funny."

Zayn jolted as if startled out of a trance. He laughed awkwardly and wiped his hand across his face. "Sorry, man. I was just lost in thought or something. Must be the weather." He gestured to the suddenly grey sky overhead. "I keep seeing shapes in the clouds, you know?"

Harry glanced up but saw only grey cotton balls floating listlessly past. "Yeah, I can see that. But you keep looking back at the hut. You sure you're okay?" He studied Zayn's face, looking for any sign of him finally opening up about his crush on Liam.

Zayn shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, you know. Just thinking about things." He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Maybe it's the change in weather. Sometimes it just puts me in a funny mood."

Harry glanced over at his friend, not entirely convinced. "Well, if you need to talk or anything, you know I'm here. I mean it." He offered a reassuring smile.

Zayn nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Thanks, H. I appreciate it." He glanced back at the lifeguard hut, a faraway look in his eyes. "It's just... I don't know. Sometimes I feel like there's something missing, you know?"

Harry studied his friend's face, trying to gauge what he meant. "Like what?"

Zayn shrugged, looking out at the ocean. "I don't know. Just a feeling, I guess. Like there's something else I'm supposed to be doing or someone else I'm supposed to be with."

Harry frowned, not sure how to respond to that. He wanted to be supportive, but he didn't want to push Zayn to talk about something he might not be ready to discuss yet. They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the waves and watching the clouds roll by.

"You know," Harry said finally, trying to change the subject, "it reminds me of this poem I read once. It was about these clouds, and how they were always changing shape, drifting apart or coming together. And the narrator was talking about how sometimes they felt like they were part of something bigger, you know? Like they were all connected in some way."

Zayn glanced over at him, a flicker of interest in his eyes. "Yeah? What was it called?"

"Um, let me think..." Harry pretended to rack his brain for a moment. "It was something with clouds, I think. Or maybe it was the sea. Or both. Anyway, it was pretty cool. I could try to find it for you if you want."

Zayn nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "That'd be nice. Thanks, man. But for now... I think I'm just gonna enjoy the view." He gestured to the lifeguard hut, a faraway look in his eyes.

Harry studied his friend for a moment, wondering if he should push any further or just let him be. He decided on the latter, deciding that Zayn would open up to him when he was ready. In the meantime, they could enjoy the rest of their day together.

The sky had darkened considerably since they'd sat down, the clouds rolling in thick and ominous. Harry glanced up at them, feeling a rumble in his chest. "Uh oh," he said, looking over at Zayn. "Sounds like thunder."

Zayn nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, it does. We should probably head back to the centre, just to be on the safe side." He stood up, brushing the sand off his shorts.

Harry followed suit, glancing at the dark clouds overhead. "I guess you're right. I just hope it doesn't rain too hard. It'd be a shame to waste the whole day."

As they walked back towards Fuchsia Sea, the sky above them grew steadily darker, and the sound of thunder rumbled ominously in the distance. The air seemed to thicken with anticipation, and a cool breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees. Even the birds seemed to be quiet as if they were waiting for something to happen.

Zayn and Harry quickened their pace, their footsteps splashing through the puddles that had begun to form on the path. The rain started to fall, light at first but quickly gaining intensity. They ducked under the awning that covered the entrance to the centre, laughing as they shook the water off their heads.

"Well, that's one way to cool off," Zayn quipped, gesturing to the pouring rain. He was about to unlock the door to the centre for them but Harry decided otherwise.

"Actually, Zayn, I'm gonna head up to my cabin for a bit. Just to... you know, clear my head or whatever."

Zayn nodded understandingly. "Yeah, I get that. Sometimes you just need some alone time, you know? Well, if you need anything, just give me a shout."

"Thanks, Zaynie," Harry said, giving Zayn a brief smile before climbing the stairs to his cabin through the rain. Once inside, he changed into a fresh pair of briefs and went over to the window, pulling aside the curtain to survey the scene below. The rain had turned into a full-fledged downpour.

He turned back to his room, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his hips before sitting down on the porch outside. The towel was slightly damp from drying off his wet hair, but he didn't mind. He leaned back against the post, watching the water drip from the eaves of the porch roof, mesmerised by the way it splashed into a growing puddle below. The rain continued to pour down. The sky was so dark that it was nearly pitch black, save for the occasional flash of lightning that illuminated the clouds for a brief moment before disappearing once more. The thunder that followed was almost deafening.

Harry sat on the porch, listening to the rain patter against the roof of his cabin. The rhythm of the droplets seemed to sync with his heartbeat, and he found himself feeling calmer than he had in days. He closed his eyes, allowing the sound to lull him into a sense of peace. After a few moments, he felt the urge to play his guitar again, to let the music flow out of him and mingle with the rain.

Harry rose to his feet and made his way back inside the cabin. His guitar case was propped against the wall next to his bed, its worn greenish canvas testament to the countless hours he had spent with it. He unlatched the clasps and lifted the case onto the bed, opening it to reveal the instrument within. The night sky full of stars opened up to him. The mix of black and dark purple colours sparkled in front of him. The smell of polish and wood filled his nostrils as he removed the guitar and held it against his chest.

The rain had let up slightly, but the sky was still overcast and ominous. He stepped back out onto the porch, feeling the cool air against his skin. He sat down on the small wooden chair and began to tune the guitar. The strings sang out in harmony, a haunting melody that seemed to echo off the trees and blend with the sound of the distant thunder.

Harry placed his fingers on the fretboard and began to strum, feeling the familiar vibrations travel up his arm and into his core. He closed his eyes, lost in the music. As he continued to play, the air around him seemed to vibrate, as if the very atmosphere was responding to the music.

The rain had finally stopped, but the sky remained overcast. The trees were still dripping, their leaves glistening with raindrops. Even with the rain gone, the air was thick with humidity. Harry could feel it in his lungs as he breathed, making each note he played seem to resonate even deeper. The scent of lavender floated on the breeze, carried on the wind from the fields that surrounded the town.

The notes of the song seemed to echo off the trees and blend with the rustling of the leaves as if they were singing along to Taylor Swift’s song.

[I've been under scrutiny,
You handle it beautifully,
All this shit is new to me,
I feel the lavender haze
creepin' up on me,
Surreal, I'm damned if I do
give a damn what people say]

Harry's fingers danced across the fretboard, his eyes closed tightly as he lost himself in the music. His voice, smooth and rich, filled the air with the words of the song, carrying them on the breeze like a whispered secret.

In his mind the notes floated over the field of lavender around the town, he could smell their fragrance intensified by the humidity in the air. The sky was still overcast, the clouds heavy with the threat of more rain. But for now, the air was still, the trees motionless. The world around him seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for the next movement in the song.

[Talk your talk and go viral,
I just need this love spiral,
Get it off your chest,
Get it off my desk
I feel the lavender haze
creepin' up on me,
Surreal, I'm damned if I do
give a damn what people say,
No deal, the 1950s shit
they want from me,
I just wanna stay in that
lavender haze]

Harry's fingers gently plugged the strings, his heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of the music. His voice full of emotion filled the air.

The clouds above began to part, revealing a sliver of the sun. Its golden rays poured through the trees, bathing the scene in a warm, inviting light.

[That lavender haze
I just wanna stay

I just wanna stay in that
lavender haze]

Harry took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day lift from his shoulders as he basked in the beauty of the moment. He continued to play, his fingers dancing nimbly across the fretboard as the music filled the air. The scent of lavender was replaced by the sweet, earthy aroma of the setting sun, a mixture of grass, soil, and the fading summer heat.

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The morning light pierced through the curtains, casting long, eerie shadows across the wooden floor. The sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore served as a soothing lullaby, intertwining with the sweet melody of seagulls overhead. A faint scent of saltwater and seaweed wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy fragrance of damp sand. Harry laid there for a moment, relishing in the serene atmosphere before finally dragging himself out of bed.

He padded over to the small, rustic bathroom. It was quaint and charming, with a small vintage shower, a shower curtain with giant Monsteras printed on it, and a tiny, archaic sink. After his morning wee, he washed his hands and splashed some of the cold water on his face, then dried himself off with a frayed, beach-worn towel.

Still half asleep he made his way into the kitchenette, which was nestled between the living area and the open bedroom. The cabin's kitchen was small and efficient, with a gas stove, a mini-fridge, and a few cabinets filled with dishes and cookware. He kind of missed his huge open kitchen in London. The evenings he was off work and able to cook a four-course dinner for his whole team. Harry opened one of the cabinets and rummaged through it, searching for something to eat. He found a box of cereal, some fruit, and a block of cheese, he sighed and decided to grab something at The Higher Tides instead.

I really should get some groceries later.

Harry stepped outside, his yoga mat over his left shoulder sticking out of his tote bag as he closed the door behind him. The beach was practically empty at this hour, save for a few early risers who were out for a morning jog or a leisurely stroll along the shore. The sun was beginning to peek higher over the horizon now, casting a warm, golden glow over the ocean. He made his way towards the restaurant, his bare feet sinking into the soft, yielding sand with each step. The light breeze on his skin and the rhythmic crashing of waves against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to the quiet morning.

As he approached the entrance to The Higher Tides, he could already smell the intoxicating aroma of coffee and freshly baked pastries wafting out. The door was propped open, allowing a gentle sea scent to circulate through the restaurant. Inside, the place was bustling with activity. Niall hurried about, setting tables and preparing for the day's rush.

"Harold!" Niall exclaimed, spotting him from across the room. "What are you doing here?"

"Just here for breakfast to go," Harry replied with a smile. "I thought I'd grab something before heading out for yoga at the beach."

Niall nodded knowingly. "Sure, sure. I've got just the thing for you." He quickly whipped up a to-go box filled with a freshly made chocolate croissant, a slice of fruit-filled quiche, a small container of seasonal fruit salad and a flat white. "Here you go," he said, handing the box and coffee to Harry.

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a few crumpled bills. "Thanks, Niall. This looks amazing. I'll see you later."

Niall nodded and smiled. "You take care, and have a great day at the beach! Don’t stretch yourself too much!"

Harry giggled about Niall’s pun - a friend just to my taste - thanked him again and walked back out onto the beach, the warm sand soothing the soles of his feet. He found a comfortable spot not far from the water's edge, unfurled his yoga mat, and began to set it up. The scent of saltwater and seaweed mingled with the earthy fragrance of damp sand, creating a unique and invigorating atmosphere.

As he settled into his routine, the sun continued to rise, casting its golden rays across the ocean and warming his skin. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore provided a gentle background noise, helping him to focus on his breath and his movements. Harry's muscles stretched and flexed as he flowed from one pose to the next, his body responding instinctively to the rhythm of the waves.

After a few minutes of warmups, he moved into a series of standing poses, feeling the burn in his quads and hamstrings as he held each one for several long, deep breaths.

The scent of the fruit salad from the Higher Tides box wafted up, mingling with the briny air, and Harry's stomach rumbled. The combination of the salty air and the sweet, tropical fruit was intoxicating, and he found himself craving a bite. He carefully set himself onto the mat and reached into the box, retrieving a fork and the small dish of the fruit salad. He took a bite, savouring the tangy sweetness of the pineapple and the tartness of the mandarin. The juices dripped down his chin, staining his tank, neck and shoulder, but he didn't mind. It was all part of the experience.

As he continued to enjoy his snack, the morning light grew stronger, bathing the beach in a warm, golden glow. The sound of seagulls squawking overhead added to the symphony of the ocean, and the sun danced playfully on the crest of the waves. Harry finished the fruit salad and set the dish aside, feeling re-energised and refreshed. He resumed his yoga practice, focusing on the sensation of the sand beneath his mat and the salty air filling his lungs.

In one fluid motion, he lowered himself into a deep forward fold, resting his forehead on his knees. The smell of the fruit box lingered in his nose, mingling with the scent of the ocean and the sweat that had begun to accumulate on his skin. He inhaled deeply, savouring the unique blend of aromas that only came with practising yoga on the beach.

The sand beneath him shifted slightly, and he felt a brush against his leg. He glanced down to see Clifford. As far as he knew it was Louis’ four-legged friend and constant companion that was now gazing up at him with those big, brown eyes.

"Hey, buddy," Harry said, reaching out to scratch the labradoodle behind the ears. "You're not supposed to be on the yoga mat."

Clifford's tail wagged vigorously, his gaze never leaving Harry's face as he continued to nudge the man's leg with his nose. "Cliff, come here. Sorry! He's just a friendly guy," Louis' voice called out from a few feet away, "but he can be a bit pushy sometimes. OH…” Louis stopped in his motion. “… it’s you.”

What’s that supposed to mean?

Harry wondered but smiled down at the dog, scratching behind his ear. "It's okay, Clifford. You can just hang out here with me." He leaned further down and whispered only for the dog to hear “Especially if you bring your daddy with you…” The dog seemed to perk up at the sound of his name, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he sat up on his haunches, his tail thumping against the sand.

Harry's eyes flicked back to where Louis was still standing rooted to the spot. Looking perfect as usual, well-fitted red lifeguard trunks, English football club jersey- is it Donny Rovers? - skin glistening in the sun. He thought of his own dark hair that surely was windswept and messy, the hem of his yoga tank soaked with sweat from his exertion. Great, just great… 

Caught in the moment neither of them noticed Clifford inconspicuously approaching the bag of chocolate croissant.
 
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... just... not used to ..." Louis stammered, a blush creeping up his neck. "Clifford, come here." The dog hesitated for a moment before grabbing the food bag and running in the right opposite direction.

“Clifford Edward Tomlinson… you fucking little shit… come here! Fuck - sorry - fuck.” Louis placed the towel that was swinging over his shoulder and the mug in his hand on the sand and started to chase after his dog.

Harry's eyes widened as he watched Louis run after Clifford. He felt a mixture of amusement and surprise as he saw the man's frustration. "Wait, should I help?" He called, jogging after them both.

Clifford zigzagged through the beach, his tongue lolling out of the corner of his mouth as he seemed to enjoy the chase. Louis was gaining on him, but the dog was quick and agile. "Clifford, come here, boy!" Louis shouted, his voice growing more desperate. "You're going to be in so much trouble!"

Harry finally caught up to them, panting slightly as he ran. He glanced at Louis, who looked just as out of breath as he was. "He's got a lot of energy, doesn't he?" Harry said with a laugh, reaching out to grab Clifford as he passed him.

The dog slowed down a bit but didn't stop running. He seemed to like having them chase him. "Yeah, well... he's been keeping me on my toes since he entered my life," Louis replied, still trying to catch his breath.

Harry laughed, following after them. "I bet he's a handful." He reached out again, managing to grab the dog by the collar. "Come on, Clifford, you're making your dad look bad." The dog wiggled his entire body, trying to free himself from Harry's grip.

"He's not usually this bad," Louis huffed, finally catching up to them. "He's usually a bit more well-behaved." He bent down, grabbing Clifford by the fluffy fur of his neck and forcing him to face him, not too strong but determined. "Don't you know you're not supposed to take other people's stuff? Well, aren't you just a charmer?" Louis said, bending down to ruffle the dog's curls. Clifford whined pathetically, his big brown eyes looking up at Louis.

"Well, your daddy does have a point," Harry interjected, chuckling softly. "But he's still a cute little thing, Clifford Edward Tomlinson." He reached out and scratched the dog behind the ears, earning a happy yip from him.

Harry let out a small laugh as he watched Clifford starting off again with his food bag and disappear into the distance. "You know what, he can keep it. I don't think he's going to come back anytime soon. At least he left you here in exchange.”

"Thanks," Louis replied, his voice not more than a breath and blushing a bit. "I swear - He's usually more well-behaved than that. I’m Louis Tomlinson by the way.”

"Harry, Harry Styles," he said, holding out his hand.

Harry looked up at Louis, his eyes searching his face. There was something about him, something so familiar. He shook the offered hand, the feeling of their skin touching sending a spark up his arm. "Nice… Nice to meet you, Louis."

They stood there for a moment, watching Clifford disappear into the distance. The wind blew a strand of Louis' hair across his forehead, and Harry found himself wanting to push it back in place for him. "He's a beautiful dog," he said, finally breaking the silence. “With a beautiful name - Clifford Edward Tomlinson.”

"Thanks, but actually… you know… it’s not his real name. But there are moments in life that require a middle and last name." Louis replied, cheeky grin on his lips. Their eyes met for a moment, and Harry found himself unable to look away. There was an intensity in Louis’ gaze that was both disarming and strangely alluring. He felt a shiver run down his spine.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry," Harry stammered, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed. "It's just... he's such a beautiful dog, and Clifford Edward Tomlinson has a nice ring to it. And actually - it’s my middle name too."

Louis raised an eyebrow, curiosity clearly written all over his face. "Really?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Harry Edward Styles."

Their eyes locked for a moment, and something sparked between them. It was as if they both knew that there was more to this chance encounter than just two people talking about a dog. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was destiny, but there was an undeniable connection there.

Harry felt himself leaning in slightly, drawn to the warmth of Louis' presence. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to know more about this man, to spend time with him. He was handsome, with a mischievous glint in his eye that suggested he could be both fun and challenging to get to know.

As they stood there, watching Clifford running back and forth, the silence between them seemed to grow heavier. Harry found himself unable to look away from Louis' face, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness building up inside him. He wondered if Louis was feeling the same thing.

Clifford whined softly in a close spot, obviously not pleased that nobody was willing to chase after him. Louis chuckled, acting like he would start chasing him just to get him running again. "At least he will be knackered later. So, you're new in town, huh?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, just kinda moved here last week. Living at Fuchsia Sea in my friend, Zayn’s, cabin. It's nice, but it's taking me a bit to get settled in. How about you? You live around here?"

Gosh, I hope he doesn’t know that I know…

"Well, I've been here for a while now," Louis replied, gesturing to the ocean. "The view's pretty nice, isn't it? I mean, you can't really get tired of that."

Harry followed his gaze, taking in the vast expanse of blue water before him. The waves crashed against the shore, sending up sprays of saltwater that glittered in the sunlight. His eyes went back to Louis who was watching the water. Harry’s eyes moved quickly over Louis' figure. "It's breathtaking," he agreed, his voice a little huskier than he'd intended. "I could stand here all day, just watching it." Harry moved his gaze back to the ocean before Louis would notice the look on his face.

There was a silence as they both continued to stare at the ocean. Harry wondered if he'd just crossed a line, making it all weird between them. He hoped not, because he really did enjoy talking to Louis. He was funny, and charming, and didn't seem to mind that Harry was a bit of a mess when it came to social situations.

"So," Harry said, clearing his throat. "Do you have any favourite places around here? Like, places you like to go to escape? I’m still trying to get to know the town better…" He knew it was a stupid question, but he was just desperate to keep the conversation going.

Louis laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "I'm always here, aren't I?" He gestured to the ocean.

Harry smiled. "Well, I meant like a special spot, or a place you go to think or... you know." He trailed off, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. He hoped he hadn't made it weird between them again.

Louis chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, no, it's just... I'm always here. And to be honest, the whole ocean is my escape. It's where I come to clear my head, to think, to just be." His voice was soft, almost wistful. "I've always felt at peace here. But of course, there are some secret spots hidden for special occasions… maybe you’ll be a good b… a lucky one and I’ll show them to you… one day.” A mischievous sparkle glistening in Louis' eyes.

Harry nodded, trying to process what Louis almost did say.

Keep it cool. Be cool. God, have mercy…

"That's… cool," he said, glancing at Louis out of the corner of his eye, trying not to show his excitement. "I can see why you'd feel that way. It really is beautiful."

"Hmh," Louis agreed with a small smile. "I guess I'm just lucky that this is my office, you know?"

Harry laughed, nodding in agreement. He glanced around, taking in the surroundings. "Yeah, it's not a bad office, that's for sure. Do you have a favourite part of the job? Like, do you prefer rescuing people or just... I don't know, giving out sun-blocker and telling people to be careful?" he joked.

Louis chuckled. "Oh, you know, it's not all fun and games. Sometimes it can be pretty intense, especially when you're dealing with riptides or currents. But I guess I like the adrenaline rush, you know? Helping people and knowing that I'm making a difference." He paused, considering his words before continuing. "And there's something about being out here, surrounded by the ocean, that just... grounds me. It reminds me of what's really important in life."

Harry nodded in understanding, his gaze never leaving Louis' face. "That makes sense. Felt the same with my last job. It must take a special kind of person to do jobs like this, you know? To be able to handle the responsibility, but also to enjoy it."

"It's not for everyone," Louis agreed, his expression turning a little more serious. "You have to have a certain... connection with the ocean. You have to respect it, but also be willing to challenge it." He paused, glancing out at the water again. "It's a delicate balance, really."

Harry nodded, watching Louis intently. There was something about the way he spoke about the ocean that made him feel as though he was talking about more than just his job. "So," he said carefully, "do you... um, do you ever meet anyone special out here?" He winced inwardly, realising how stupid the question probably sounded. But he couldn't help but wonder.

Louis raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You mean, like love at first sight by the shore?" He asked teasingly.

"No, not really that," Harry said, laughing a little nervously and scratching his neck. "Just, you know, if you ever... met anyone out here, maybe someone you clicked with. Someone you might want to spend more time with." He paused, feeling a little awkward. "I mean, not that you'd have to, or anything."

Louis chuckled softly, looking away for a moment as he considered the question. "Well, you never know," he said finally, his voice a little more thoughtful. "There have been a few people here and there over the years that I've enjoyed spending time with. But it's not like we ever... you know, took it further or anything." He shrugged, looking back at Harry. "Yet."

Cool.cool.cool.cool…

Harry felt a tiny spark of hope ignite within him at the other man's words. Maybe there was a chance for something more between them. But then, just as quickly, Louis seemed to catch himself, and the moment was gone.

"Well, you never know what might happen," Harry said, trying to sound casual. "I mean, you could meet someone great out here. Someone who really understands what it's like to be a lifeguard, and who appreciates the ocean as much as you do." He paused, smiling softly. "Or maybe they're already here, and they're just waiting for you to notice them."

Louis glanced up at him, a small smile playing on his lips. "You never know," he repeated, his voice a little more hopeful this time. "Maybe there's someone out there for all of us." He paused, leaning forward slightly. "and maybe we just haven't found them yet."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, Harry thought he saw a spark of something in Louis' gaze. It could have been interest, or maybe even attraction. He couldn't be sure. But he knew that he wanted to find out more. Harry found himself feeling more and more drawn to Louis, and he couldn't help but wonder if the feeling was mutual.

"Well, if that's the case," he said, trying to sound casual, "maybe we should keep an eye out for each other. You know, just in case we happen to spot someone who might be right for us." 

Note to myself: kick my bum when I’m alone…

He smiled at Louis, hoping that he wasn't making too much of a fool of himself. Louis returned the smile, his eyes lingering on Harry's face for a moment longer than necessary. "I don't mind the idea," he replied, his voice a little lower now. "In fact, I think it could be rather nice to have someone to share the lookout with." There was an unmistakable hint of flirtation in his tone, and Harry felt a warmth spread through his chest.

That is a start, at least.

Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he and Louis continued their conversation, their eyes locked on each other's faces, their voices lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. They talked about everything and anything, both trying to keep it casual. As they spoke, Harry couldn't help but notice the way Louis leaned in closer whenever he said something particularly meaningful, the way his gaze would flicker down to Harry's lips before darting back up to meet his eyes. It was clear that there was an attraction there.

Thank goodness…

As they continued their conversation the sun rose higher in the sky and Harry found himself wishing that time would slow down. He didn't want this moment to end. But all too soon, he felt Louis shift on his spot, glancing at his phone before looking back up at him with a hint of sadness.

"Shit," he groaned, "I've got to get going. Payno will be mad - I’m already fucking late."

Harry nodded. "Well, I guess I should get back to my spot too." He paused, looking at Louis for a moment longer than he probably should have.

"Thanks for… ehrm, chasing your dog… yeah… I guess" he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I had a really good time." He glanced away, unable to meet Louis' eyes anymore. "I'll see you around, I hope."

"Me too," Louis replied with a small smile. He hesitated for a moment as if he wanted to say something else, but then he seemed to change his mind. "Well, take care of yourself, sorry again for Cliff, the cheeky little fucker, and I'll see you, yeah?"

Harry nodded, returning the smile. "You too, Louis. Be careful out there." He watched as Louis whistled for Clifford, who surprisingly followed suit, and risked a look secretly as Louis stretched his arms over his head before walking briskly down the beach. Harry felt a pang of disappointment as he watched Louis' retreating figure, already missing the warmth and companionship they had shared just moments ago.

As he made his way back to his spot, he couldn't help but wonder how soon he'd see Louis again. Maybe they could find ways to spend more time together, share more of these moments. He really hoped so.

As he gathered his stuff Harry glanced down at the towel and coffee mug that Louis had left behind close to his yoga mat. It was a simple gesture, but it reminded him of their brief time together. He wondered if Louis had left it intentionally, or if it was just an afterthought. Either way, it made him feel a little warmer inside.

With a sigh, he picked up the towel and coffee mug and stuffed them into his bag. He would return them to their rightful owner later. The sun was high in the sky, and the beach was beginning to fill up with people. It was time to get back to Fuchsia Sea.

He walked a bit along the shore, the sand squelching beneath his feet with each step. He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret as he thought about how quickly the morning had gone. It was as if time had quickened up when he was with Louis, and now that he was gone, the world seemed to be moving at its usual slow pace again.

He continued to walk along the beach, the waves crashing against the shore and the salty sea air filling his lungs. The memory of his morning with Louis lingered in his mind, and he couldn't help but smile as he recalled their conversation. It was as if they had known each other for years, how effortlessly they had slipped into talking about anything and everything. Awkward at first and still awkward later but somehow effortlessly.

Harry wondered if Louis felt the same way. Maybe he saw it as just another friendly encounter on the beach. But for Harry, it was something more. Something deeper.

He tried not to think about it too much as he made his way back to Fuchsia Sea. The walk back felt longer than usual, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. Harry sighed, shaking his head. He wished he could have stayed longer, just to talk to Louis some more. There was something about him that drew Harry in, something that made him want to get to know him better.

As he approached his cabin, he glanced at his phone. It was already midafternoon. He had spent the whole morning with Louis, and it had felt like mere moments. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he thought about their conversation, their easy banter, their laughter. It was like a dream.

He stepped inside his cabin and collapsed onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Part of him wished he could see Louis again right now, but another part of him was afraid. Afraid of what would happen if they kept spending time together. Afraid of what he was starting to feel for the other man. It was strange; he'd never felt this way about anyone before.

The memory of Louis' smile, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed, the warmth he radiated. It all flooded back to him, making his chest ache with a longing he couldn't quite explain. He tried to push the thoughts away, telling himself that it was just a harmless flirtation, but the more he did that, the more they seemed to fester, refusing to be ignored.

Harry sat up on his bed, tossing aside the pillow with a frustrated sigh. He couldn't help but wonder if Louis felt the same way. Maybe it was all in his head. Maybe Louis was just being friendly and didn't have any deeper feelings for him. The thought brought with it a pang of disappointment, but he tried to push it aside, telling himself that it was better this way.

He stood up. No idea how long he had laid there and walked over to the full-body mirror hanging on of the walls. He looked at his reflection, searching for any signs of how he was feeling. His heart raced whenever he thought about Louis, but he didn't see any telltale signs of butterflies in his stomach. He supposed that was a good thing, right? He wasn't some lovesick teenager. He was a grown man.

But still, there was something about Louis. Something that made him feel - different. A part of him wished he could see him again, to talk to him, to be around him. It wasn't just the attraction; it was the way they seemed to click. The way they could finish each other's sentences, at least Harry expected them to do so soon, the easy laughter that filled the air when they were together. It was like they were meant to be together, even if it was just for a short time.

Harry knew he shouldn't think about it too much. He was just here for a vacation, to relax and forget about his problems back home. He didn't need any more complications. But every time he saw Louis, those thoughts were pushed aside, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if things were different. If they could be together, really together.

He showered, changed into an old light grey band-shirt and light blue jeans, and put on his favourite cologne. Looking in the mirror, he smiled at his reflection, trying to convince himself that he was fine. That he didn't have these feelings for Louis.

But it was useless. No matter how hard he tried to push them aside, they kept creeping back in. He wondered if Zayn would understand. Maybe he should just tell him how he felt, ask for his advice.

He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair before looking at himself in the mirror one last time. He didn't look any different, but he felt different.

Harry made his way downstairs, surprisingly just in time for his date with Zayn, and out onto the terrace in the backyard, where he was already waiting for Harry.

"Hey, you ready?" Zayn asked with a grin, gesturing at Harry to join him on one of the wicker chairs. Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him as he took a seat next to his friend and in the breathtaking view of the oasis he created there.

He nodded, forcing a smile, trying to push the thoughts of Louis aside for the moment. "Yeah, I'm good." He sat next to Zayn, wishing he could confide in him, share his feelings with him. But he couldn't. Not yet.

Chapter Text

The next morning, Harry stepped out of his shower after it turned cold way too soon for his liking. He woke up early and had a very energising five kilometre run along the coast from Lavender Cove up to Bluebell Harbour and back. Unfortunately, it started to rain on his way back, when he was still 20 minutes away from his cabin.

So, when he finally reached Lavender Cove and ran down the cobblestone road that led him towards Fuchsia Sea, he was soaked and desperate for a long, hot shower which didn’t turn out quite as long as he had liked it to be. Seemed like space wasn’t the only thing that was limited in his little cabin.

After a quick bowl of porridge for breakfast, while the longer curls on top of his head dried, Harry threw his wet clothes in the washer. He put some product into his curls and was on his way through the rain again.

Zayn was in his studio working on a painting he started a few days ago. The wellies next to the back door told Harry that he had already wished the chickens a good morning, fed them and collected their eggs.

"Morning Zaynie," Harry called from the doorway, on his way to the main room, which also served as the salesroom. Harry unlocked the big glass door and turned the sign towards 'open'. He didn’t get an answer from Zayn but wasn’t surprised. He knew that Zayn could lose himself in his art completely, focused on the best composition of colours and carefully considering every swipe of his brush. It was what made his art so special, so powerful and unique. Everything Zayn devoted himself to had his full and undivided attention.

Harry decided to give some of his attention to Zayn’s numerous plants all over the house. Over the past few days, Harry got to appreciate the variety of plants in Zayn’s possession. He learned about their names, their watering schedule and their preferred lighting situation. It was an art too, taking care of such needy and vulnerable creatures. With a watering can in hand, Harry made his way over into the yoga studio, where one of his favourites was located.

The room was a beautiful mixture of cream colours and light, warm wood, with yoga mats littered across the floor and Zayn’s paintings on the walls like colourful speckles arranged in a beautiful symbiosis with the green of the multiple plants in front of the floor to ceiling windows. It smelled like scented candles, which Zayn also made himself, and aroma oils to envelope the room in their calming fragrance.

The plant Harry was walking to was a huge Philodendron Florida Beauty and Harry was enchanted by its uniquely shaped leaves and varying colours in shades of lush green and delicate yellow. While testing the soil with his fingers and deciding on the right amount of water, Harry’s thoughts travelled back to the day before, when he got to talk to Louis for the first time. Harry still felt captivated by every bit he got to see up close for the first time. Those blue eyes, that rivalled with the sea, his bubbly laugh and the way his thighs and calves had worked when he chased after Clifford. That image, especially, was burned into his brain.

He was just done inspecting a new leaf, that was growing out of the plants stem, when he heard footsteps behind him. "Good morning, little water fairy. Sorry, didn’t hear you coming in." Zayn watched him fetch the watering can and walk towards him. "Were you saying hi to your new friend?"

Harry looked up from the plant, clutching his chest with a mock offended expression on his face. "Wot? Zayn! Not that loud, they can hear you. They don’t have to know we’re doing favourites."

"Oh, we’re not? And here I thought I’m your favourite friend. Oranges are your favourite fruits. 7 am is your favourite time of the day. Louis is your favourite lifeguard." Zayn bumped his elbow into Harry’s side.

"Shut up!" Harry shoved him a little, not too hard. He didn’t want him flying right into the plant.

Zayn giggled and grabbed him by the arm. Maybe to support himself or maybe to pull him out of the room. "Come on, I need your help with setting up the workshop room for the afternoon."

They walked into the room that was used for all kind of workshops in the centre. It was quite big with wooden shelves on the two sides that contained all kind of materials for the crafts he taught in his workshops. There was a variety of paints, brushes, canvases, wax, and natural scents, utensils for pottery, a collection of beach finds and much more. Everything nicely arranged and stored in glass containers and jars.

In the middle of the room stood some heavy wooden tables and chairs in groups for people to pair up and work together. Zayn always said how he found it inspiring to watch people work together, learn from one another and engage in conversations while doing so.

Together they set up the tables for the workshop that Harry would host. Zayn had trusted him with it, because he had an important appointment at his bank, that he couldn’t reschedule. Harry was giddy about this opportunity and excited. There wasn’t much of his creative skills needed for it, he just had to be there and hopefully have an answer to any possible question. Otherwise, the participants would be able to figure everything out on their own. This workshop was more about fun, connection with your partner and letting your imaginative creativity run free.

While they worked and laid out small canvases, easels, paint tubes, brushes, painter's palettes and glasses with water along the table, they heard the bell of the saleroom ring, indicating that a customer stepped into the house. Zayn left the room while shouting "Coming.", so the person would know that he was on his way.

Harry continued to arrange bottles of water, glasses and snacks on a sideboard when he heard the voice of a man coming from the other room. He raised his head, recognising the voice and carefully set the bottle in his hand down.

Slowly he made his way out of the room and down the hallway towards where the voice was coming from.

"… lacking something living in our flat, so… I kinda thought I’d come and… you know, have a look. Because Louis might appreciate it. You know…"

The situation he found before his eyes was truly remarkable. There was Liam, looking kind of lost, standing with his hands in his pockets in between the green sea of plants, watching his toes while talking. A few feet in front of him, was Zayn, looking at Liam sceptically and with a raised eyebrow.

"You want to buy a plant?" He asked. "To gift to Louis?" As if that was the most absurd thing he had ever heard in his entire life. Poor Liam had now taken his hands out of his pockets and fumbled with the hem of his black, fitted shirt.

"Yes, that." He finally looked up to Zayn. "I think our flat looks so… boring. And something green might add some… atmosphere?"

Harry saw a smile curling around Zayn’s lips for a second before he pursed his lips to torture poor Liam some more. "The only plant I ever saw Louis Tomlinson care for was weed.  And that wasn’t even alive anymore, at the point it got into his hands. I intend for my plants to survive more than three days when I decide to sell them to someone."

Harry chuckled about the way his best friend just didn’t get what all of this was about. He seemed to truly think Liam came here for a plant. We are all fools in love, or whatever Jane Austen said. It would have been hilarious if it wouldn’t be so excruciating.

"Well, I guess that’s true." Liam’s eyes darted across the room, probably searching for a way out of his dilemma. "But maybe, do you have a plant that is a little more resilient? That even we would manage to keep alive… I mean, even without your knowledge and thoroughly care. Maybe you even have some expert advice for us?" Liam used his best puppy eyes now, and it seemed to work on Harry’s best friend.

"I guess so… if you can promise to not let Louis come closer than five feet to my plant. I’m sure I can think of one." Zayn looked around the room, trying to figure out which plant he could sacrifice to the Payne/Tomlinson household.

"Of course, yeah sure… no problem." Liam was quick to reply, apparently happy that Zayn agreed to his little stunt. Zayn sent a smile his way and walked past him, towards a collection of cacti on a shelf close to the huge front window. Harry had to stifle his laughter by biting into his fist. This was peak comedy. Zayn obviously didn’t trust them to keep anything other than a plant, that basically never needs watering, alive.

When Zayn grabbed the pot and turned around to show his selection to Liam, he held a beautiful-looking cactus with a big, pink blooming blossom on top, in his hands.

"Wow." Liam sounded genuinely amazed while he walked over to Zayn, stepping close. "She’s very pretty." He stated the obvious.

"Thank you." Zayn sounded very proud. "She’s a robust little thing. So I hope she’ll be fine in your… care."

Harry watched them both freeze for a moment when Liam took the plant out of Zayn’s hand and their fingers brushed over one another. The shy smile they sent each other, while they made eye contact was a sight for sore eyes and Harry almost felt the urge to turn around and leave them to it, the tension in the air growing by the second.

But, just when Harry moved to quietly turn around, Zayn mentioned something he couldn’t miss.

"I’m happy you two decided to join our workshop this afternoon. It’s gonna be marvellous."

And what? What? Harry's heart started to beat out of his chest and he could feel himself break out in a cold sweat.

He tried to focus on Zayn and Liam, instead of having a nervous breakdown right here in the hallway.

They stood at the counter now, Zayn typing down on the iPad connected to the register. Harry watched Liam blush and smile. "Oh yeah, we… well we thought it would be nice. Doing something other than seeing the beach all day. Doing some art…"

"An art day is never a wasted day. Creating something can always be a new way to look at ourselves and make us feel something. It’s my favourite way of spending time." Give  Zayn an opportunity to speak about art and he’s never going to stop. Liam would learn that at some point. Or, maybe, Liam didn’t want him to stop at all.

"Yes, I get that, it’s like… like time enjoyed wasted, that’s not really wasted time, innit?" They were both smiling openly now. The process of paying for the plant completely forgotten.

"Yes." Zayn breathed, looking utterly gone for the man in front of him. Harry hoped Liam would see it. The fond look in Zayn’s eyes and the sparks flying around them. "That’s exactly what I mean."

Harry turned around, leaving them to it and made his way back to the workshop room. He knew he had witnessed something magical right in front of his eyes and hoped that this was a huge step in the right direction.

When Zayn walked back into the room fifteen minutes later, Harry had spent the meantime internally freaking out about the fact that Louis - and Liam - would attend his workshop in the afternoon. And Zayn knew that and actively chose not to inform Harry.

Traitor. That’s what his best friend was.

Harry had also finished the preparations and was now watching the birds in the backyard through the window while trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

"Sorry, H. That took longer than I thought. Thanks for getting everything ready." Zayn patted his back and joined him in front of the window.

Harry just glared at him and said nothing, turning his head to look back out on the peaceful garden with the old apple tree and its rustling leaves.

"Okaaaay." Zayn drawled. "What did I do?" He shifted his body towards Harry.

Harry sighed. "When did you plan to tell me that Liam and Louis would be at the workshop? Five minutes before?"

Luckily for Zayn, he looked genuinely sorry. "I had the best intentions, H. I promise. I knew you would overthink if I told you. So I thought, you deserve a chance to be your naturally charming self when you meet him there. Sorry? I only meant good."

Harry rolled his eyes and sighed, again. "Forgiven, you twat. God, why are you always right? It’s annoying."

Zayn’s smile was warm, his hug was too. When they parted, Harry watched Zayn intently. "So, your Liam is a pretty creative man, isn’t he?"

"Stop calling him that." Now Zayn rolled his eyes. "And what makes you think that you eavesdropping little menace?"

"Because… it takes a lot of creativity to come up with a reason like that, just to find an excuse to come and see you."

Zayn watched him with a frown on his face. "He didn’t. That wasn’t… he just needed a plant. He wouldn’t need to find excuses."

Harry scoffed. "Do you hear yourself? Did you hear him? That man is so gone for you, he can’t even get two straight sentences out. Of course, he wouldn’t just come here, saying he just stopped by because he wanted to see you. No, he would come up with the most absurd reason and you fell for it. But it was cute. You two are cute, you should ask him out. Free him from being too shy to take that step. I promise you, he’d marry you on the spot if you’d just ask him." Harry slung his arm around Zayn's shoulder and walked him towards the door.

"Come on, you go and sit in the sun and I’ll make us omelette on toast for lunch and then we’ll make a plan for your first date. Or the wedding ceremony. Whatever you prefer." Harry teased, knowing that he would never pressure Zayn into talking about it if he didn’t want to.

And maybe, that earned Harry another elbow to the ribs from his best friend. 

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Later that day, in the afternoon, Harry was nervously standing in the main room of Fuchsia Sea, picking the skin of his thumb while waiting for the participants of the workshop to arrive.

He tried to let the already familiar floral scent of the blooming flowers, the heavier scents of the watered soil and the sweet scent of the many candles fill his senses to give him something else to focus on. But all he could think of was the sound of his beating heart in his ears and the tingling feeling in the tips of his fingers.

He didn’t even have a reason to be this nervous. There would be many other participants besides Louis. Hell, he would even bring Liam, so Harry would be good with some small talk and leaving these two to their task and then giving his attention to others.

Truth was, Harry desperately wanted to see Louis again, bask in his attention and listen to him talk in his wonderful accent. Truth was also, the mix of anticipation and nervousness terrified him. It terrified him that he had enjoyed their encounter on the beach so much. That he still remembered the feeling of Louis’ blue, blue eyes on him, whenever his gaze traveled from Harry’s eyes to his lips and back. The way Louis had licked his lips, rubbed his hands together when he listened intently or how he held the back of his hand in front of his lips when he laughed.

It was like Harry memorised all these little bits and pieces like his life depended on it and he couldn’t help it. He felt like he was one foot too deep into something and he didn’t even know what it was.

When he came to Lavender Cove, all he had wanted was a place to feel like himself again, to leave a part of his past behind and find some peace. That he’d find a man who swept him off of his feet was never the plan. And thinking these thoughts was what terrified him the most.

At least he looked somewhat presentable this time. No sweaty, juice-stained tank top and wind-swept hair. No, Harry went for wide-leg blue jeans and a slim shirt in colourful, blurry lines of white, blue, purple, red and yellow. The fabric clung to his chest, accentuating his broad shoulders and muscular pecs. He had also spent quite some time to get the curls on top of his head just right. It was an art. At least he looked decent this time.

So Harry waited nervously while the first workshop participants arrived, greeting them all and showing them to the room, telling them to choose a seat at the tables and grab some drinks and snacks. He was in the middle of talking to a few people, who introduced themselves as friends of Zayn when Harry felt the hair on his neck rise and goosebumps appear on his skin. He felt a gaze on his back and slowly turned around.

There was Louis, standing in between the huge plants, looking equally lost as Liam did earlier today. When Harry’s eyes found him, his face broke out in a warm smile and it was all Harry was able to focus on, the earlier conversation with Zayn’s friends long forgotten. Louis walked right towards him, his hand raised in a greeting wave. That was the moment when Harry realised, he was alone.

Louis was dressed in some beige chino pants and a red England football jersey. And it was so different from all the other times Harry had seen him on the beach, in his tank tops and shorts, that Harry had to take a hopefully subtle deep breath over it. Louis had the bottom of his pants rolled up over his white and green coloured sneakers, and made it look effortlessly fashionable.

"Harry." He said, when he stood in front of Harry, smile still on his face. Now that they were inside and didn’t meet on the beach, Harry’s senses were flooded by Louis' scent for the first time. Louis smelled like driftwood, a mixture of sandalwood, honeysuckle and fresh marine. But there was something else,  which he couldn’t quite name. Something that reminded Harry of his mornings at the beach. Something he grew very fond of during the last weeks.

"I hoped to see you here." Louis’ smile was warm, the hint of shyness in it so very different to his words.

"Oh." Words, Harry. "Oh, I… well Zayn is occupied today. So, I’m the stand-in, I fear." And suddenly Louis looked like something dawned on him.

"Cheeky fucker." Louis murmured.

"Sorry?" Harry raised his eyebrows, but Louis laughed, shaking his head.

"No. Sorry." He looked up to the plant-covered ceiling, rubbing his hands together. Harry found himself transfixed on Louis' hands, his fingers covered in a collection of black ink.

"Liam… that little fucker tricked me. He came to our flat with a fucking cactus today, that was the first weird thing. But, you know, he was the one who signed us up for this workshop, told me something about deepening our friendship and expanding our horizons and who knows what. But then he stood me up minutes before we wanted to leave and made me come here alone like the biggest idiot." Louis chuckled again. "But now it actually makes sense…" He trailed off.

And it did. Knowing about Liam's visit to Fuchsia Sea this morning, Harry was pretty sure what happened. Zayn must have told him that he wouldn’t be here after Harry had left the room. He was also sure what this meant for the further course of the afternoon. Today's workshop could only be done in a teamwork and since all the other participants arrived with a partner, Louis was now the only single one.

"Well, Louis… looks like you’re stuck with me now that your partner ditched you." Harry willed his blood not to rush into his cheeks. He sent Louis a cheeky smile and turned around, walking straight towards the workshop room.

"Looks like it’s my lucky day after all." He heard Louis quietly behind him before he started to follow Harry into the room that was filled with the lively chatter of all the other people.

Harry walked in front of the window, coming to stand next to the sideboard with snacks and drinks. He watched Louis as he chose the last empty table and took his seat on the wooden folding chair. Louis leaned back, spread his legs and folded his hands in his lap, gaze resting on Harry, waiting for him to start talking.

Harry cleared his throat, not used to having the attention of a full room on himself. He welcomed everyone, pointed to the snacks again and then started to explain today's project.

"As you can see there is a small canvas on an easel and everything else you might need in front of every one of you. The plan is, that you all get ten minutes to start painting on your canvas. What that might be is completely up to you. Just follow your creative streak. After these ten minutes, a timer will go off and you’ll exchange your canvas with your partner. The next ten minutes you’ll paint on it before we’ll do the next exchange and so on until our time is up. I can’t wait to see the fruits of your creativity. Talk about your paintings, engage in conversation. This is about having fun and doing something different together. Enjoy it.” He clapped his hands once. “Let's go."

With that, Harry walked over to the empty chair on the other side of Louis’ table. He pulled his phone out of his pocket before sitting down and starting the timer. 

“I hope you don’t mind me as your partner today. No sense in doing it alone.”

“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time. I’m happy to be your partner.” Louis was quick to reply. Harry really liked to listen to him talk, his accent was thick and wonderful. Kinda hot, if Harry was honest.

When Harry put his phone on the table to keep an eye on the timer, he looked up and found Louis already watching him.

“Ready?” Harry asked and reached out to grab a brush and colours from the middle of the table.

“Not sure to be honest. I’m usually not a man of fine arts.” Louis' voice was warm, but a little unsure.

“No?” Harry asked, trying hard to keep his voice light, mocking, while Louis reached out to get all his utensils too. “What kind of a man are you, Louis Tomlinson?”

Harry didn’t dare to look at Louis, cursing himself for feeling too bold. He chose to start with the background, going for shades of pink, orange and purple. He applied bold stripes of those onto the canvas.

“Me? Fuck knows. I’m just one of the lads from the north, really. From Donny.  You know, common people. Nothing special about me. I just happen to enjoy the ocean and like to hang around with the lads. Simple as that.” Louis shrugged and clearly downplayed while he moved his brush over his canvas. 

“A down-to-earth guy with a love for football?” Harry pointed his freshly dipped in colour brush towards Louis’ England jersey. “Sounds like a catch to me.”

God Harry, keep it in your pants, will you?

But Louis laughed out loud and sent him a wink. “If you say so. Some would call it boring. But it’s true. I used to play but we’re all getting older, aren’t we? So I chose to keep my remaining intact bones after I broke my arm during a game last year. We won, though.” And somehow he managed to look very proud of himself.

“Ouch!” Harry frowned. He started to work on blending the colours together now.

“Yeah, was pretty bad. I even had a fucking surgery." He paused and pulled his right sleeve up, to show Harry the big scar on his upper arm. Harry had seen it before on the beach, but it looked bigger up close like this. "But it made me realise that my job is more important than that, so I quit footie. We play on the beach though, from time to time. Me and the lads, just for fun. You could join.”

Now Harry was the one bursting into laughter. “Help, no. You don’t want that. These legs are not made to kick a ball. I’m good with watching.”

“Oh, are you?” The smirk on Louis’ face grew by the minute. “Well, good to know.”

Harry felt himself blush from the neck to his cheeks. He met Louis' eyes again. “No, I mean, I… I saw you play on the beach, the other day?”

How does Louis manage to make me blush every. single. time?

“Oh did you know?” Louis looked really satisfied with himself.

"Hmm." Harry hummed and looked at his hands, just when the timer went off.

“Alright, time to switch your canvases. Don’t worry if you didn’t get to finish whatever you’ve started. Now it’s up to your partner to continue the work. Here we go.”

Harry reached out to grab the canvas Louis passed him and placed it on his easel. Then he tapped his phone to start the timer again and looked at Louis’ work. Harry wasn’t sure what he expected, but definitely not this. Same as Harry he had chosen to paint the background but Louis went for the brightest neon colours they had. The whole canvas was a wild mix of yellows, pinks, greens and blues. It was great.

He looked at it for a moment, taking in the bold colours and trying to decide what he would paint when he noticed that Louis had already started to continue on the canvas in front of him.

Harry poured some white paint on his palette and started to work on a huge mushroom on his canvas. He wanted to match the vibe of the neon colours and create something that seemed a little out of this world. So he gave the mushroom a long, slim stem and a slightly oversized cap in unnatural colours.

"Oh, I meant to ask you, how is Clifford? I hope he didn’t get sick from the croissant he stole." Harry felt the conversation with Louis coming easily to him again.

Louis looked up from his canvas and smiled at Harry for a moment before he answered with a wave of his hand. "Don’t worry. He’s got the stomach of a Labrador. He could eat the whole day and it doesn’t really matter what. He’s absolutely fine. His shit manners worry me much more."

"Nah, he’s doing an important job out there every day in his cute little lifesaver vest. He’s allowed to be a little goofy from time to time. I’m not holding any grudges." Harry said, still thankful for Clifford’s mischief.

"Yeah, he’s a good boy most of the time." Louis laughed fondly, while he continued to paint. "But I swear sometimes he’s up to no good. Wasn’t the first time he stole food on the beach. Two weeks ago he ran all the way into Niall’s kitchen and stole a fucking steak straight from the stove. Thank god Niall loves him almost as much as I do or he would have had his head."

Absentmindedly colouring his mushroom in, Harry got curious. "That sounds like him. Has he been with you since he was a puppy?"

"No, no he wasn’t," Louis told him, looking very concentrated while moving his brush over his painting. "That’s a great story actually. He chose me, as cliche as that might sound. You know, when the summer is over or whenever they need me, really, I work at the local shelter." Louis paused, tongue sticking out between his teeth, apparently focused on whatever difficult line he was drawing.

Harry was lucky he was sitting down. Because who was this man? It seemed like someone put all of Harry’s wildest dreams into one person and served it to him on a silver platter in the form of Louis Tomlinson. He wished he had a fan because he felt the need for some fresh air.

"So, I was working and the day before we had some transfers from another shelter that was getting closed. I was busy cleaning the outside water bowls when my colleague let the new dogs outside and there was Clifford, fucking knocking me off my feet because he must have smelled that I had some treats in my pocket. He stuck his whole nose in there and tried to get them while poor me was lying on the ground, tackled down by a 70-pound Labradoodle."

"I’m sure that was quite the sight." Harry mocked, giving Louis a playful smile.

"Not from my point of view. That monster is heavy. And determined. He wouldn’t let go of me until he got what he wanted." Louis groaned, but the look on his face was pure fondness. It was clear as the day that he loved that dog with his whole heart.

"So that’s the way to your heart? Tackle you down and not let go?" Harry couldn’t help himself, the urge to flirt with Louis too big. Just a little bit, though, he told himself.

At that Louis laughed and placed his brush in the glass of water. He did the thing where he held his hand in front of his mouth while laughing again. It was adorable.

"Bold of you to assume I would let just anyone get on top of me, Harry. Clifford just caught me by surprise." Louis winked and Harry desperately needed him to stop doing that. In public. "Either way he didn’t stop following me the next two weeks and it got harder and harder every day to say goodbye to him at the end of the shift. So, I decided to take him home with me and we lived happily ever after. That was four years ago. And he’s still the same little shit like the first day I met him. But he’s the best, really. Gives great cuddles too."

The timer on Harry’s phone went off the second time but he didn’t have to give any instructions to the participants this time. As he looked around the room, he saw everyone exchanging the canvases with their partners.

Carefully taking his off its easel, he gave it to Louis and took his instead. However, before he was even able to place it on his easel, he heard Louis’ unmistakable laugh from over the table, looking at the canvas he had just received.

"What?" Harry asked, not understanding what was so funny about his mushroom.

"You painted a fucking dick, Harry." Louis' laugh was contagious but Harry gasped.

"I did not." He stared at Louis with his mouth agape. "It’s a mushroom."

Louis took the canvas in his hand and turned it back around for Harry to see. "That, Harry Edward Styles, is a colourful dick on a neon background." He laughed.

And, okay, now that Louis had said it, Harry saw it too. And he blushed, again.

"Oh my god… shit." He hid behind his hands. "I swear that wasn’t intentional. It was supposed to just be a mushroom."

"Don’t worry." Louis still laughed and placed the painting back on the easel. "It’s a very pretty dick."

"Mushroom!" Harry whisper shouted. He felt a beaming smile on his face and could almost feel his own dimples press into his cheeks. This was fun. Louis was great fun.

Louis just watched him, an affectionate smile on his face.

They just looked at each other for a moment until Harry couldn’t take it anymore and shifted his gaze to the canvas now in front of him. He could immediately see what Louis did.

He used exclusively black paint to draw the shape of a house onto the sunset-coloured background. It looked like one of those lovely cottages along the coast, that Harry had spotted multiple times on his morning walks and runs. He had admired their brick walls, the flower boxes on their windowsills and the occasional bench next to the colourful front doors. They looked like straight from a romance novel and Harry loved it. And Louis said he wasn’t a man of the fine arts.

Louis Tomlinson, the man that you are…

Taking in Louis’ work a little longer, Harry chose to give the house a little more character. He started by adding a picket fence and made plans to place an old, crooked tree behind it. Turn a house into a home.

"That is very pretty." Harry complimented Louis' work. "Can I ask why you painted it?" He was genuinely curious.

"Dunno, really. Was just the first thing that came to my mind when I saw your sky in those beautiful colours. I always admire the architecture here and thought it’d fit. Those little houses by the sea, they always look so cosy in between the dunes, defying the tides and winds…. And I always thought I’d see myself buying one of these in the future. Sometimes when I fished enough people out of the sea to afford it." There was a dreamy look in Louis’ eyes when he talked about his plans and Harry had to remind himself to breathe. 

He chose to look out of the window for a moment, knowing that there, behind Zayn’s backyard and the line of houses, was the sea, with its never-ending waves that would still roll onto the shore when Louis’ dreams would come true one day.

"That sounds lovely, Louis. Those houses carry so much history of lives lived within them. I can see the appeal."

They quietly worked on their paintings for a while, until it was time to exchange them again.

This time, Louis had added a frog to Harry’s mushroom. It stood on two overly long legs, had red painted toes- and fingernails and a lovely pair of wings on its back. It was smiling widely and Louis even added some dimples to its face. It looked absolutely ridiculous, Harry was down badly.

"It’s you," Louis told him.

"Excuse me?" Harry gaped at him. "I’m neither green nor am I sporting a pair of wings on my back."

"No, true, but you look like a frog when you smile with your whole face. Those dimples are the first thing I saw, you know. And you’ve painted your nails, I noticed."

Heaven help.

But it was true. Last night when he came back to his cabin from the dinner with Zayn in their peaceful garden, he sat on his porch a little longer while the crickets sang their little song and a bat was flying around. He got out his box of nail polishes and chose a light blue one to paint his fingernails.

Something about Louis noticing that and made him feel seen in more than the most obvious way. Especially because he chose to add this little thing about Harry to that ridiculous frog. It was incredibly thoughtful in a funny way and Harry was yet again mesmerised by the man across from him.

So Harry smiled once again because apparently he didn’t find himself able to stop in Louis’ presence and began to add some more fantastic creatures to their little piece of art. Little clouds like fishes would soon be swimming in the neon sky.

While they worked, they found themselves lost in conversation again. They talked about Harry’s part in the daily work at Fuchsia Sea, Louis very interested in his friendship with Zayn and how they combined work and being friends in their new arrangement. Harry noticed that he never thought about their way of living for the past weeks, like that. It just came naturally to them.

When Harry told Louis about the numerous kinds of chicken in Zayn’s backyard, he made Harry promise that he would introduce Louis to them another day. And when Louis said it so naturally, that they would obviously see each other again, a warm feeling spread all over Harry’s chest, and he knew that he wanted that. He wanted to spend more time with this special man.

Harry realised that he wanted to know who Louis was, learn all his habits and mannerisms, he wanted to know about his everyday life, he wanted to know who he loved and what he dreamed of. Harry wanted to know Louis.

They exchanged their canvases a few more times. Louis added two bicycles to the cottage and Harry painted a cat, balancing on the picket fence with a raised tail in the glow of the sunset. It looked like a picture taken out of a dream and painted on canvas. Harry loved everything about it.

On their second, somewhat magical painting, they went a little more wild. It was now littered with tiny smiling flowers in between the penis-shaped mushroom - that was turned into a house with windows and a chimney that emitted light blue smoke - and the Harry-lookalike frog, while a purple sun was shining down on them. In the end, it looked like the person who painted it was high on shrooms. It was a sight to behold.

“Okay everyone, this is the last exchange. You’ve all done an incredible job, I’m sure of this. Please exchange the paintings one last time, so you’ll get the one back you started with. This will be yours to take home with you. Thank you all so much for coming today. Please leave everything like this. It’s gonna be Zayn’s job for when he comes back. I hope to see you all again soon here at Fuchsia Sea.”

The room gave a little round of applause, although Harry didn’t really do anything to deserve that. When he turned back around to Louis, the man was looking at the canvas in his hands a little nervously, making Harry wonder what last addition to his painting he made.

Harry handed Louis their colourful painting, while the other one still laid on Louis’ side. Taking some time to look at it, Louis giggled. “Fuck, it looks like we were high. Are you high, Harry?”

“I promise I’m not.” Harry let out a laugh. “It’s great though, we did a good job. Come on, I want to see the other one.”

Hesitantly Louis lifted the other canvas up and handed it to Harry. At first, it looked the same as the last time they exchanged their paintings. But then Harry noticed a few numbers in the upper right corner, written down in black ink to match all the other parts on it. Bringing the painting closer to his face, careful not to touch the still wet paint, Harry held his breath, as he realised what he saw.

It was a phone number. Louis had painted his phone number on their shared painting of a home Louis dreamed of. For Harry to have. And use. Harry knew he stared at the ten digits for way too long when he heard Louis clearing his throat across from him.

“Sorry if that’s weird. I just… I had so much fun today and I thought, maybe we can spend some time again and… it’s weird, isn’t it?” Louis bit his bottom lip.

“What? No! No of course not. That’s… it’s great. It just.. you caught me off guard, is all. I’d love to, like, spend some time again.” Harry sent him a beaming smile, he didn’t know when he felt this happy for the last time. It was calming and exciting at the same time. He felt truly happy.

“Yes?” Louis asked, looking hopeful and relieved. “Great, that’s great. Uhm and… thanks for today Harry. I had so much fun.” Louis said while slowly getting up from his chair, canvas in hand. Harry got up too, not letting go of that precious painting in his hand. Together they walked towards the door, the room empty of people except the both of them.

“I’m quite happy now that Liam ditched me after Zayn told him he wouldn’t be here today. I need to get him back for that, though. He thinks he’s too clever.” Louis chuckled, while they made their way through the main room.

“These two.” Harry sighed. “I hope they can admit how they feel soon. It’s getting hard to watch them dance around each other.” Harry held the door open for Louis to step through.

When they stopped outside of Fuchsia Sea, Louis caught Harry’s eye. “Yeah…” He said. “I hope so too.”

It was quiet for a few seconds between them, while they stood and looked at each other. Harry watched as Louis’ eyes travelled from his eyes to his lips and back. Harry bathed in his attention for a moment, before speaking.

“Thanks for being a part of this today, Lou. I had a good time.” The nickname left Harry’s lips so naturally.

“Me too, Harry. I see you soon, yeah?”

“You will. I’ll text you.” He awkwardly held up the canvas between them. “Got your number and all.” He smiled, while Louis took a step back and started to walk down the pathway backwards.

Louis smiled, radiantly and waved once. “See you, Harry.”

He turned around before Harry could wave back. “See you, Lou.” He whispered and so he watched him walk down the pebble stone path until he turned around the corner and was out of Harry’s sight.

Chapter Text

Harry had circled his phone for a while now. Yesterday, when he got back from Fuchsia Sea, and after cleaning the workshop room with Zayn - because Harry is a good friend and helped him, a great one even - he had immediately created a new contact on his phone. He didn’t text Louis right away, because that would have just been pathetic, and desperate. And Harry wasn’t desperate, he was just excited. But he also despised nothing more than that stupid three-day rule when texting someone new.

So the next morning came along and Harry was certain that now was a good time to text Louis. The problem was, he had already drafted a couple of texts and deleted them all. So he went for a run instead, hoping he’d have a flash of inspiration.

It didn’t happen.

So he went to have a shower, blow-dried his curls and was now pacing around the coffee table, where his phone laid next to their canvas from yesterday with the beautiful cottage, the chat with Louis open. Grabbing the phone, he decided to just go for it.

Harry
Hi! Saw you on my run earlier,
hope you’re having an easy day.

Louis
hey nice to see you use the number :)
It’s actually pretty chill today
What are you up to?

Harry
I’m off until the afternoon,
Zayn said something
about being busy and closed
the centre.

Louis
Great boss!
Up for coming to the beach?
I could use a little company

Harry
Sure! Give me 10.
Where’s Liam?

Louis
He’s got a day off
No idea where he is tho
Left the house before me

Harry
Interesting…
I’ll be there soon.
See you in a bit.

Louis
See youuuuu


Harry giggled at Louis' enthusiastic reply. He felt his heart beating a little faster at the thought of seeing Louis again in a few minutes and he had to admit, he grew to like that tingly feeling in his tummy whenever his thoughts wandered towards the man with the stunningly blue eyes and warm smile. It was like a spark was back in Harry’s body and he felt more alive than he had in a while. He had missed it.

Not wanting to be a second later than the 10 minutes he had promised, he grabbed a pair of yellow swim shorts and a blue and white tie-dye shirt with two unicorns on the front from his drawer and quickly put them on. Then he collected a bottle of sunscreen, a beach towel, water from his fridge, a book he was currently reading and his sunglasses and threw it all into his mesh beach bag.

With one last glance around his cabin, he slipped into his trainers and put a cap backwards on his head to protect it from the burning sun on the beach.

The smell of lavender in the air was especially strong today, caused by the heavier breeze that was blowing over the coast. Inhaling the flowery scent, Harry felt himself relax right away, the smell already familiar after the few weeks he’d spent at Lavender Cove. Slowly it became a new part of feeling like belonging, like a reminder every time he stepped out of the door. As if this little village said, look, it’s still the same, it won’t leave. It was a calming thought and made something settle in Harry’s busy mind.

When he reached the road along the beach, he spotted Niall on the terrace of The Higher Tides, talking to a guest. Harry waved at him and smiled to himself as Niall enthusiastically waved back. The terrace of the bar was filled to the brim again, the lively chatter was carried to Harry by the wind, as he carried on his walk towards the dunes.

Slipping out of his shoes when the cobblestone road ended and the sand began, Harry took a moment to let his gaze wander over the hustle and bustle on the beach. He dug his toes in the sand, liking that it was hot to his touch, caused by the beaming sun burning down on it all morning.

Bending down to grab his trainers, Harry made his way over to the lifeguard hut, where he had already spotted Louis. A few metres away, Clifford noticed him, got up from his spot and started running towards Harry, probably hoping they’d engage in another round of playing catch.

However, Harry’s eyes were on Louis, who turned around when Clifford left his side, to see what his mischievous dog was running to. His hand raised in a wave, Louis looked absolutely stunning, leaning against one of the pillars of the hut, dressed in all red today. He had his red swim shorts pushed up his legs to expose them to the sun and wore a matching red tank top. Harry didn’t know where to look first, his strong thighs or his flexed biceps, as he pushed his body off of the pillar to walk in his direction. His sunglasses were reflecting the sun and the black cap on his head showed the red lifeguard logo, a watchful eye. Today, a whistle was dangling from his neck, giving him control of the beach if necessary. Harry had a hard time breathing and not because walking in the sand was quite exhausting.

Louis Tomlinson, how am I supposed to resist you?

Clifford interrupted Harry’s thoughts by jumping up on him, almost making him fall on his bum. Luckily, Harry was able to keep his balance and leaned over to push the overgrown puppy off of him. He gave his black, curly ears a good scratch and Clifford flopped down onto the sand, exposing his belly to show Harry where he liked his scratches most. Harry laughed at him, giving in to his begging and combed his fingers through the curly fur. This dog, just as unique as his dad.

When Harry saw Louis getting nearer, he got up from where he crouched down after giving Clifford one last pet.

"Sorry for the attack, he knows you had food the last time. You’re his best friend now." Louis said while pulling his sunglasses down, stopping to stand in front of Harry, only a foot away. The wind was playing with the soft brown and grey strands of hair that stuck out underneath his cap.

Before Harry knew what was happening to him, Louis reached out and pulled him into a tight hug, holding him close.

Okay. Okay, this is okay.

Harry remembered how his muscles worked and dropped his shoes from his hand to sling his arms around Louis’ back. This close, he was hit by Louis’ unparalleled driftwood scent, even more prominent now that the air around them smelled like the sea too. Harry inhaled deeply while the hug lasted but then Louis let go of him, sliding his hands down Harry’s arms when they parted.

"Hi." Harry breathed, feeling even more off balance now that he was no longer in Louis’ embrace.

"Hey, you made it." The smile on Louis’ face was warm and reached his blue eyes, which were currently competing with the ocean behind him. Easy to say which blue was more gorgeous.

"I did. And I’m still on my two feet. Unlike others that Clifford blessed with his affection before." Harry smirked, quite proud of himself.

"Nah you can’t compare that, Harry. He got me from behind. I didn’t see him coming." Louis defended himself.

Harry just raised his eyebrows, not able to hold in his laugh.

"Really?" He bent down to grab his shoes again and started to slowly walk past Louis. "As a lifeguard, you should have your eyes at your back all the time." Harry continued, a smirk on his face when he turned around to look at Louis.

Louis just gaped at him. "Cheeky!" He said and started to follow Harry towards the hut. “Don’t worry about that, love, I choose wisely who’s allowed on it.”

Harry still giggled as they walked together for the last bit, Clifford in their sight as he splashed through the shallow water. When they arrived Louis took his place at the pillar again, his eyes wandering over the beach and sea and Harry got the towel out of his bag and placed it on the sand, not far from him.

Harry noticed that Louis kept a close eye on a bunch of teenagers by some boulders in the water not far from them. They were climbing the slippery moss-covered rocks, jumping down in the water before them.

Harry had just grabbed his sunscreen from his bag when he heard a loud whistle next to him. Looking up at Louis, he found him already on his way towards the boys. His strut was determined and he held his back tensely, walking towards them with a purpose.

Harry watched as he reached the boys, waving them to him with two fingers. His expression left no room for argumentation and they followed his instructions without complaint. He spoke calmly but strict and pointed towards the boulders a few times. The boys nodded and then they were dismissed and went into the water instead.

Wow, that was hot.

It was the first time Harry saw Louis in full authority mode and, good god, it did things to him.

When Louis came back to him, he rolled his eyes. "I swear to god, these fucking boys are the reason for my grey fucking hair. Always up to no good. Who even is dumb enough to do a header into shallow water? Idiots." Louis mumbled. "And in the end, I’m the one who can fish them out there with a broken spine."

"Teenagers," Harrys said. "Nothing good comes out of that age." Still sitting on his beach towel, he placed his cap next to him, crossed his arms in front of his body, grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head. Louis, who still stood in front of him, let his eyes unashamedly roam over Harry’s pecs and abs, not blinking once.

Again, Harry enjoyed Louis’ undivided attention so much, that he might have flexed his muscles some more as he reached for his sunscreen and made a show of covering his shoulders and stomach in sunscreen. Louis was still staring at him.

"Do you... erm, do you want me to do your back?" Louis asked, rubbing his hands together, when Harry tried to reach it, failing miserably.

And damn, did Harry have a thing for his hands. Louis’ fingers were long and tanned, covered in black ink and the way he moved one hand over the other had some pretty visual images happening in Harry’s mind.

"Uhm… yeah sure, thanks." Harry agreed before his brain was able to catch up. He handed Louis the bottle and arched his back when Louis kneeled down on his towel, behind Harry.

Harry heard Louis squeeze some of the sunscreen into his own hands, warming it up before he applied it to Harry’s skin. He was so considerate and full of thoughtful gestures, Harry could die.

Louis’ hands on his skin felt soft, covered in the lotion, as he spread it over Harry’s back. He felt his hands move carefully, trying to coat every part of his skin. Harry tried to keep his breath steady, closing his eyes to focus his senses on Louis’ hands on him. Louis’ hands. On him.

"That’s okay?" Louis asked him, voice sounding a little shaky.

"Yeah. Thank you." Harry croaked, clearing his throat.

The next few minutes Harry enjoyed the feeling of skin-to-skin contact. All his nerve endings tingled and the flutter in his stomach was undeniable. Louis’ hands moved with just the right amount of pressure. It felt too good. When he applied the lotion to his lower back, Harry felt his breath hitch as Louis slightly stuck his fingers into the waistband of his swim shorts to make sure that Harry wouldn’t get sunburned on its edge.

What are you doing to me, Louis? This wasn’t the plan. Not at all.

Louis was quiet as he worked, making Harry wonder if it felt as special to him as it felt to Harry. Like something shifted in the air between them, swirled around by the ocean winds and pushed in place by Louis’ hands on Harry’s body. It felt like a new path, like standing on a crossroad and all of a sudden another track appeared that Harry never knew existed before and now it was about being brave enough to take it. He just knew for sure that he had never felt like this before.

After a few minutes, Louis gave his shoulders one last squeeze and slowly got up from his knees. Harry turned to thank him one more time and was greeted with the sight of a slightly flushed Louis, who wiped the last bit of sunscreen into Harry’s towel.

"You’re very welcome." Louis smiled, putting his hands into the pockets of his scarlet swim shorts. "I’m just gonna head to the hut for a second, need to have a word with Oli. He’s working with me today. I'll be back in a sec." He said, retreating and making his way over to the light blue hut.

Harry watched him, and maybe also his perfect bum until he disappeared into the hut and then laid down on his towel, eyes on the crashing waves of the sea. Closing his eyes, Harry still felt Louis' hands on his body, and it caused a shiver to run down his spine, his skin breaking out in goosebumps despite the hot temperatures.

For a long time, letting himself feel had meant feeling hurt and the loss of control. It had meant anger and grief and devastation. Right now, though, it meant hope and feeling light and young. And Harry craved more of that.

When he opened his eyes the next time, the sun had moved quite a bit on the fair-weather cloud-littered sky, telling him that he must have dozed off. Harry slowly sat up and stretched his back, grabbing his water bottle, his throat dry after his involuntary nap.

"Good morning, sunshine," Louis said with a chuckle, standing by the pillar again, looking effortlessly cool in his sunglasses and cap.

"God, I’m so sorry, Lou. Look at me doing a great job keeping you company. The sun always makes me sleepy. I shouldn’t be allowed to lay down on the beach." Harry apologised, cursing at himself for sleeping away his precious time with Louis.

"Don’t worry, Harry. It was quite the adorable sight." Louis said. “But, you woke up just in time for my lunch break and I remember that I was promised to meet the chicken. I’ve been looking forward to that the whole day.”

"Okay, sure, if that’s what you want, let’s go." Harry eagerly got up, stuffed all his belongings into his mesh bag, shook the sand from his towel and put it in there too.

Louis watched him the whole time but didn’t move when Harry started to walk, so Harry went back, grabbed him by the elbow and pulled Louis with him. "Let’s go, what are you waiting for?" Louis just laughed and followed him back to the dunes and onto the cobblestone road.

Harry realised, when he wiped the sand off his feet, that Louis already had his shoes on his feet. Maybe he had just waited for Harry to wake up, the plan to visit the chicken already in his mind. Maybe he enjoyed the time spent together as much as Harry did. Or maybe he just really liked chicken.

As they walked towards the centre, they chatted away, agreeing that the behaviour of their best friends was very suspicious. None of them had been seen today and both of them were very secretive about where they spent their days. Same as Harry, Louis mentioned that he trusted Liam to tell him whenever he wanted to share his whereabouts or any other new information concerning Zayn. So they agreed to wait and let their best friends figure everything out on their own.

Still, we are curious, not gonna lie.

Once they made it to the centre’s garden, following the path between the blooming flowers and stuffed vegetable beds, they walked towards the chicken coop that was standing on short pillars like a little copy of Harry’s cabin. It was painted in a light grey and had a little ladder leading up to its entrance. There was a high fence surrounding the chicken run, so no fox or other wild animal could do them any harm. Inside, the grass was lush and an old crooked tree was growing there to provide some shadow from the hot summer sun.

Louis opened the gate for him and Harry felt the warm palm of Louis’ hand on the small of his back as he led him through it. Louis followed suit and closed the gate quickly to avoid any chicken escaping.

"Welcome. Meet the girls and Weasley." Harry said, spreading his arms and spinning around once.

A small crowd of chickens had already formed around them, hoping to get some mealworms from them. "Weasley?" Louis asked, head tilted. "Do they all have names?"

"Of course they all have names! Who do you think we are?" Harry felt genuinely offended.

"Okay, okay." Louis held his hands up defensively. "Tell me then, who do I have the honour to meet here?"

One after the other Harry pointed at the chicken, telling Louis their names and little fun facts about them, that Harry had learnt during the past weeks. Louis was an attentive listener, asked questions at the right times and petted all the chickens who let him.

"Oh, but Ginny is missing," Harry told him. "She’s in the coop, sitting on her eggs for a little over two weeks now. We’re expecting the chicks to hatch soon." He was excited about that. It would be his first time caring for little chicks and seeing them grow up.

"Wait… Ginny? And Weasley is the father?" Louis asked, pointing at the rooster that was scratching in the sand with its claws.

"Obviously." Harry laughed. "It’s only one rooster here. They don’t really tolerate a second one."

"Harry!" Louis looked shocked. "Is that even allowed among chickens?" He covered his mouth with his hand while laughing about his own joke.

It took Harry a moment to get what he meant, then he shoved Louis away, playfully. "It’s just their names, you twat. They are not really siblings." He laughed. Louis always made him laugh.

Harry was happy. Happy that he brought Louis to meet the chicken, happy that he chose to come to Lavender Cove.

They spent some more time with them, Harry showing Louis how he had to grab them to scoop them up in his arms. Louis was very gentle with them, always talking calmly to them, reassuring them that he just wanted to say hello and tell them that they were the prettiest chickens he had ever met. It was a whole thing and Harry felt a little weak in his knees, while Louis whispered the loveliest compliments.

After a while, when Harry couldn’t take it any longer, he asked Louis if he was hungry and so they said goodbye to the chicken and climbed up towards Harry’s cabin.

"After you, love." Louis’ hand once again rested on Harry’s lower back. It was a feeling Harry could get used to.

When they sat on Harry’s porch a little later, they had some quick vegetarian halloumi wraps that Harry threw together with ingredients he had found in his fridge. Louis had looked a little sceptical at first but after the first bite, he seemed to like it.

"It’s very pretty here, Harry. Like a little green paradise, with the sounds of the chicken and if I listen closely, I can still hear the ocean. Do you like it here?" Louis asked, after swallowing one bite.

"I love it, honestly. It’s so different from London but now that I have it, I notice how I missed the nature around me. I still try to take it all in. It’s very calming out here." Harry tried to find the right words without saying too much.

"I get that," Louis said while letting his gaze wander over the line of houses in front of them. "That’s why I love this place so much, I can’t imagine ever leaving it again. Even if my family is so far away."

"Yorkshire," Harry said, smiling. He was very fond of Louis' thick accent. It was a special way the words rolled over his tongue, he was sassy and quick-witted, a very attractive combination, in Harry’s opinion.

"Indeed." Louis chuckled proudly. "It’s quite a ride from here but we’re close either way. This place is just it for me. Remember the house I painted?”

How could I ever forget?

“I’ve had an eye on one for quite a while now. It just wasn’t the right time yet." He took another bite and chewed before he continued. "But I can see something like this, you know? The cottage, a garden, the sound of seagulls. Maybe a handful of running ducks. Love those guys, they look so funny."

"Oh my god, yes." Harry let out and nearly dropped his wrap because his hand flew up on Louis’ leg next to him. "The way they wiggle their little bums when they waddle. It’s the cutest thing ever." Harry knew he looked at Louis with big round puppy eyes as if he’d get him to buy them right now. As if he’d get to meet them.

Don’t get ahead of yourself, Harry. You just met him.

"Don’t know what Clifford would think of them, though. Bet he’d want to play with them. That overgrown puppy thinks his whole life is a big playground." There was so much love in his voice when Louis talked about his dog. It was beautiful.

"I’m sure he would be a perfect big brother. He just needs to remember that his breed is not made for hunting." Harry replied, thinking of the curly, black dog with the same heart-melting personality as his dad.

They talked some more while finishing their wraps and a while longer after that, sitting comfortably on Harry’s porch in the cool shadow of one of the old trees. It was peaceful and Harry found himself wishing Louis could stay longer than his lunch break.

When Louis left, they parted the same way they said hello. But this time, the hug lasted a little while longer, neither of them willing to let go too soon.

𓂃 ོ𓂃

Harry laid on the small cream-coloured sofa of his cabin, with his feet high on the backrest and his arm over his eyes to block out some of the sun streaming into the windows, when his phone buzzed somewhere in the cabin. He had spent the whole morning with Zayn at Fuchsia Sea, rearranging some parts of the sales room - "because these candles don’t get the recognition they deserve, Harry and this Bird of Paradise definitely needs more light if I ever want to see it bloom in my life". So they had pushed around tables and sideboards, carried huge potted plants and reorganised candles. It was quite the exhausting work, especially because they led a yoga class together afterwards.

Now all Harry wanted to do was take a nap. And maybe visit a certain blue-eyed man in his dreams. Still, he got up with a groan, expecting a message from either his mum or his sister, Gemma, because if he was honest, he had gone a few days without getting back to them. He had just enjoyed life in Lavender Cove a little bit too much.

His phone buzzed again, which turned out to be a huge help, because he had to retrieve it from under his towel he took to yoga class. He unlocked the screen and his heartbeat rose as soon as he saw the name on the screen.


Louis
Hi, hope Zayn sets you free now

Louis
We’re having a footie
match on the beach
And I know you like to watch ;)

Louis
Do ya wanna come?


They had texted quite a bit after Louis had left after his lunch break yesterday, telling Harry about all the little things that had happened during his shift on the beach. In the evening Harry had told him about Zayn’s plans for the following day and so Louis had wished him some strong nerves for the morning. And somehow that was what they were doing now, texting each other and sending out invitations.

Harry
Love to!
That’s much better than the nap
I wanted to take :)

Louis
Oh shit sorry
I didn’t want to keep you
from resting

Harry
Are you kidding?
Watching you play or taking a nap,
that’s an easy choice

Harry
I’ll be there soon!

Louis
Alright love, can’t wait!


Just like yesterday, Harry found himself smiling at his phone like an idiot for way too long after Louis’ last message. But then he quickly changed into some green swim shorts and a violet shirt with a red heart on his chest. He grabbed his still-packed bag, a new bottle of water and soon was on his way towards the beach.

It was a quite hot day, no clouds in the bright blue sky to hide the relentlessly burning sun. Still, the wind was strong and Harry could already hear the forceful waves crashing onto the beach from afar. Some seagulls were fighting against the wind in the sky, their cries carrying over the beach.

When Harry left the dunes behind him, the blue lifeguard hut came into sight and he spotted the ongoing football match right away. There were two inflatable goals standing in the sand in quite a distance away and eight guys were running in between, chasing the ball.

Harry spotted Liam, Shawn, Oli and Louis but he didn’t know the others. He also saw two guys on the porch of the lifeguard hut, keeping an eye on the stormy sea and the people in between the waves.

Getting closer, Harry realised that the two different teams could be identified by their state of clothing. Louis’ team was in shirts, whereas the other team had collectively taken their shirts off and Harry wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

When Louis saw him approaching, he held up his arm and called for a break, before setting off and towards Harry. This time, he didn’t stop a few feet away and just crashed into him with open arms to hug Harry tight.

Harry stumbled backwards by the sheer force of Louis' body crashing into him, but Louis kept them from falling over, his arms tight and warm around Harry. He could feel Clifford’s fur down on his legs and knew that the dog was trying to get his attention.

“Hi, love.” Harry heard Louis' voice right next to his ear. “Good to see you. We’ve already started.”

Harry momentarily found himself unable to answer. He had made the mistake of taking a deep breath with his nose in Louis’ neck and was hit by the intoxicating scent of Louis, intensified by the glistening film of sweat that was covering his body. It was overwhelming and addictive. Harry had never felt so drawn to someone else just because of their scent.

He wanted more. So much more. 

“Hey. You smell good.” Harry embarrassingly said when he found the ability to speak again and it made Louis laugh. He let go of the embrace, letting his hands run down Harry’s arms just like the first time.

Harry just now noticed what Louis was wearing, standing this close in front of him. Today he was in a pair of dark blue swim shorts, that hugged his thighs just right. But it was his tank top that left Harry feeling quite lightheaded. Because Louis chose the best fitting, light blue tank top Harry had ever seen on him. And on top of that, it was made from a mesh fabric. It was basically see-through, but not really and that was just torture. It was worse than a naked upper body could have been.

“Fuck, sorry, I’m sweaty.” Louis apologised, letting go of Harry’s hands and wiping the sweat off of his forehead. "I’m happy you came. Do you know the lads?" He asked, pointing at the other guys behind him.

Harry looked over his shoulder. "Just your team."

So Louis turned around to stand next to Harry, so close, that their shoulders were touching, and pointed at the shirtless guys on the other team. "So that would be Micheal, he’s one of us lifeguards, and his boyfriend Isaac, he works at the book store in town. Matt, over there, he’s actually working at the shelter with me. And last one is Steve, he owns the local vinyl store. But they don’t stand a fucking chance. We’re gonna win. You’ll see." Louis looked back at Harry and winked.

"Come on. Let’s find you a spot," he said and then he reached for Harry’s left wrist and pulled him along, down the beach over the warm sand that suddenly felt as if its warmth was spreading into Harry’s body, making his skin flush. Louis’ hand felt warm on his skin and he hoped that Louis couldn’t feel his rapid heartbeat underneath the skin of his wrist. He let Louis lead him towards the hut. Harry felt the looks of the other guys on them but Louis didn’t seem to care, and neither did Harry. He was right where he wanted to be.

When they got to the hut, Harry sat down and Clifford settled in the sand next to him looking up at Louis and Harry immediately combed his fingers into his curly, black fur. It was warm to his touch, heated up by the sun shining down on it.

"Okay, I’ll go now and you just sit here and look all pretty. Enjoy watching the game." He quickly raised both of his eyebrows with a smirk playing on his lips and Harry was very close to sticking his tongue out to him before he turned to go back to the makeshift pit.

Louis was already all the way back on the sandy pitch with the other guys when it dawned on Harry what he’d just said. He had to hide his face in his hands for a second, letting the feeling of Louis’ cheeky compliment wash over him, hoping Louis wouldn’t see it.

“Your dad is a menace, Cliffy. Flirting with me like this.” He whispered to the dog. When he looked back up, the game was back on and Harry took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for Louis playing football in a mesh tank top.

The thing was, Harry had always had a thing for guys kicking the ball. Back in college, Harry would sneak onto the pitch with his friends to watch their crushes during the games. They’d sit and do their coursework while gushing about the guys’ legs in their football socks and kits. There was just something about men’s trained legs in those.

This moment made Harry feel a little bit like that all over again, watching his crush chase after some ball. But at the same time, everything about it was different. Because he was not teenage Harry anymore. Because all of these guys in college would pale in comparison to Louis.

In front of him, the game was in full swing and Harry could see that the guys were a well-rehearsed team. Every one of them knew their position and their passes were bold but precise. It seemed like Louis held all the strings in his hand, shouting instructions at the others while distributing the ball cleverly all over the pitch.

It was incredibly hot.

Seeing him in control like this, Harry could tell that Louis knew exactly what he was doing. He had talent and fun. When Liam scored after a long cross from Louis, he ran towards Liam and lifted him up in the air before tumbling down with him in celebration.

Harry’s eyes were transfixed on Louis, watching his every move, taking in all his hard-working muscles. The way his bare feet were flying through the sand with every sprint and his shorts were riding up his strong thighs with every sliding tackle, had Harry nearly drooling and he was chewing his bottom lip relentlessly.

Especially his bum, nothing compared to Louis Tomlinson’s bum.

Every now and then Louis would look over to him, sending Harry a wink or a smile when he caught Harry’s eyes. Harry knew that Louis knew how hot he was and he could only imagine how hot and bothered Harry looked, sitting here in the shadow. But he couldn’t help himself, it seemed like Louis playing football was his weakness.

Clifford was stretched out next to Harry, enjoying Harry’s working fingers as he watched Shawn stealing the ball from Matt on their side of the pit and starting to run towards their goal, passing the ball to Liam, who took off towards the imaginary goal line. When Liam looked up, he saw that Louis had run with him right towards the opponent's goal, calling out for him. Michael was with him, though, trying to block him out. With one last look, Liam sent the ball flying and Harry jumped to his feet in anticipation.

Louis proved what his legs were able to do and jumped, raising himself up a few inches above Michael and sending the ball into the net with a skilful header.

All his teammates raised their fists in celebration and Harry stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a loud whistle that had a few people on the beach turning around to him. His eyes were on Louis, though, who pointed at Harry with the biggest smile on his face, while the guys reached him and tackled him down in a pile of limbs.

Harry was still beaming when Louis got up from the sand, running over to him, the smile on his face matching Harry’s. The closer he got, the better Harry could see the sweat running down his body. His fringe was sticking to his forehead and the tank top was soaked from running under the burning sun. Louis lifted his arms in celebration and Harry wanted to lick the pearls of sweat that were running down his armpits.

Fucking hell, Harry, calm down, will you?

Louis threw his sweaty arms around Harry, not caring that he got him all wet too. When their bodies collided, Harry just bathed in this moment and everything that Louis was.

"Nice one, Lou." Harry complimented honestly, just happy where he was.

"Was for you, Haz," Louis said while letting go. He smiled and turned around, back onto the pitch. Oli passed him the ball for kickoff but Louis kicked it up into the air and caught it in between his bum and foot when it came back down before kicking it towards the middle of the pitch.

Now he was just showing off.

From the moment the game restarted, Harry realised, how much Louis tried to impress, obviously so. Showing off little bits and pieces of his indisputable talent, often leaving the guys from the opposing team standing without any chance to get the ball from him. He was quick, in his movements and his thinking.

He was also pulling the legs of his shorts up just a little bit more from time to time, wiping his face with the hem of his shirt and freeing his abs or bending down to stretch his hamstrings. He didn’t play fair and Harry would lie if he said it wasn’t working. He found it impossible to look anywhere else, his every sense focused on the man in that light blue mesh tank top.

It was when Liam and Shawn were off running towards the goal after Louis’ precise pass from the midfield, that a noise carried over the beach. Harry only recognised it as a cry for help when Louis was already almost in the water, pulling his top off of his body while running at full speed.

It was chaos, when the other guys realised what happened, quite a while after Louis had already thrown himself into the waves. There were hysterical screams from people on the beach, everyone running around in panic. Harry quickly got up from his place and saw the two lifeguards on duty running down the steps of the hut towards the sea. Clifford woke up by Harry stirring next to him and took off towards the ocean, too.

Harry had lost sight of Louis but could see Liam in the water now too, with Louis’ loyal dog right by his side, while the other guys sent the people standing by the shoreline away.

The waves were still pretty high and the wind was stirring up the sea while Harry stood next to the hut, his eyes fixed on the dark blue. He didn’t know how Louis even realised what was happening that quickly while in the middle of the game, he just did. He threw himself into the waves without thinking twice, to do his job, even in his free time.

There was a woman standing by the water, one of the other lifeguards trying to calm her while the other was on the phone.

Harry’s eyes searched the sea for signs of Louis and when one particularly high wave crashed on the beach, he saw a glimpse of him in between the crests. Louis was swimming on his back, towards the shore and his arms were slung around a small-looking figure that was resting on his body, held tight by his strong arms. The strokes of his legs were calm but forceful, even in between the breaking waves, pushing himself and the child closer to the saving shore.

When they got closer, Harry saw Liam and Clifford swimming right by Louis’ side, keeping an eye on him and the child in his arms.

Still keeping his distance, Harry stood petrified as Louis finally got ground under his feet and stood in the water with a young girl in his arms. He hoisted her up and carried her onto the beach, laying her down on a towel on the sand. The mother rushed to his side, still crying, kneeling down next to Louis and her daughter.

Louis didn’t even notice her, his gaze was fixed on the girl, not older than ten years. From the distance, Harry saw her breathe heavily and relief flooded his veins, she was alive. Her eyes were fixed on Louis while she laid, all her limbs spread out, looking absolutely exhausted. Louis had her face in his hands, his eyes wandering all over her face while he was calmly talking to her. When the girl started to cough, Louis helped her to sit up and lean over, holding her while she started to sob. Her mum hugged her and Louis removed his hands, but didn’t leave her side, making sure she coughed all the swallowed ocean water out.

The girl had just laid back down when two paramedics ran by Harry towards the scene, one kneeling down by the girl while the other waited for Louis to get up. They stepped aside a little bit to talk in private and Louis seemed to explain what happened, pointing at the sea every now and then. The paramedic squeezed his shoulder and walked back over to join his colleague.

It was only then, that Louis sat down in the sand, leaning back on his hands, looking completely worn out after playing a football match in the burning sun and rescuing a little girl from drowning. Clifford was right beside him, flopped down onto the sand, panting.

Harry grabbed the water bottle he brought in his mesh beach bag and went over to him, already unscrewing the cap for him.

"Here. Drink please." He said, sitting down beside Louis and handing him the bottle, which Louis took with thankful-looking eyes. He drank half of it in one go and handed the bottle back to Harry.

"Thank you." Louis leaned back on his hands again, legs stretched out in front of him, his breath slowly calming down. "Sorry." He said. "In my mind, this afternoon looked a little bit different."

"Stop apologising. You literally saved a life right now." Harry’s heart felt like it might burst for this humble man.

"If I hadn’t done it, one of the lads would. I just noticed first." Louis downplayed.

"No, Louis," Harry said strictly, but he couldn’t hide the fondness in his voice. "You were there first because of your trained senses. Even off duty. You’ll take credit where it is worth.” Harry poked his finger into Louis’ dripping, naked chest, right under his tattoo “You saved her life. Nothing less."

Louis looked up at him, smiling tiredly but with a sparkle in his eyes. He knew it was true, and so did Harry.

They sat in silence for a moment until the paramedic from earlier came and gave Louis a quick run-down on the girl’s condition and their further plan. He thanked Louis one more time and then they took the girl to their ambulance, but not before the mother hugged Louis tight, crying into his shoulder.

"She’ll be fine," Louis said, happily, now that he knew for sure, after the mother had followed her daughter and the paramedics off the beach. The smile was back on his face but his eyes told Harry how bone-tired he really was. He sat back down next to Harry. "You know, this is such a small town with only a few people and holiday guests. Accidents like this don’t happen too often. No one ever drowned since I joined the team."

"Yeah… thanks to you and your colleagues." Harry persisted.

"Okay, yes… maybe." Louis lifted his hands in surrender. "We do our best to keep it that way."

"You should go home and get some rest, Lou." Harry nudged him with his foot, happy about even the tiniest bit of skin contact.

Louis softly grabbed his ankle with his left hand, holding Harry in place. "You’re right, I should. I’m knackered." Louis stroked his thumb over Harry’s ankle once and then he let go, just when goosebumps rose all over Harry’s skin.

Together they got up, collected their bags and said goodbye to the other guys. All of them clapped Louis’ back, praising him for saving the girl. They walked together with Clifford lazily strolling behind them until they had to part, side by side, their arms brushing against each other while Louis told him the little girl’s name and Harry was in awe about the man that left him speechless, every day since he first saw him on this very beach.

They hugged goodbye, a little longer again than the last time and Harry was just around the next corner when his phone buzzed in his bag. He took it out to find a message from Louis. 

Louis
When can I see you again?


Harry smiled at his phone but didn’t answer for now, just put his phone back into his bag.

When he got back to his cabin, Harry dropped his bag on the floor and grabbed his guitar. Still in his green swim shorts, he sat down on his porch with his guitar on his legs and started to strum it.

[I feel so high school
every time I look at you
I wanna find you in a crowd
just to hide from you

And in a blink of a crinklin' eye
I'm sinkin', our fingers entwined
Cheeks pink in the twinklin' lights
Tell me 'bout the first time
you saw me
I'll drink what you think and I'm high
From smokin' your jokes
all damn night
The brink of a wrinkle in time
Bittersweet sixteen suddenly]

Harry sang as he watched the chicken in their coop and the seagulls in the sky, with the distant sounds of the ocean playing in the background.

[Truth, dare, spin bottles
You know how to ball, I know Aristotle
Brand new, full throttle
Touch me while your bros
play Grand Theft Auto
It's true, swear, scout's honour
You knew what you wanted
and, boy, you got her
Brand-new, full throttle
You already know, babe
You already know, babe]

He couldn’t wait to see Louis again. 

Chapter Text

~ Niall’s pov ~

The night was dark and still, the only sounds were the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore. Niall Horan laid on his back, staring up at the starry sky through the window over their bed, his heart heavy with a mixture of grief and love. He couldn't believe it had been nearly three years since the fire. The memories of that terrible night still haunted him: the flames engulfing his beloved restaurant, the screams of panic, the futile efforts to save his friend and then the realisation that there was no escape for him. His friend Pete had been trapped inside, unable to move, as the heat and smoke consumed him. In the end, it was the firefighters who found him, unconscious and burned beyond recognition.

But even amidst the pain he felt back then, there was a sense of peace now. He had found love again, in the most unlikely of places, with Shawn, the man who bought a bar with him after only a few months and suggested to call it The Higher Tides. Shawn, who had been there for him when he needed someone the most, who had helped him rebuild his life and find happiness again. Niall closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of Shawn's body pressed against his own, their entwined fingers clutching at each other as if they were the only thing keeping them tethered to reality.

As he laid there, lost in thought, drifting back and forth to sleep, he couldn't help but wonder what Pete would think of his life now. He imagined them sitting together at the bar, sharing a drink and a laugh, watching Shawn play his guitar and singing along to their favourite songs. He could almost see the smile on his friend's face, the twinkle in his eye as he took in the simple pleasures of their life by the sea.

Shawn stirred beside him, nuzzling his neck affectionately before rolling over to face him. "Morning, love," he murmured, his voice still groggy with sleep. "You okay?"

Niall nodded, turning to face Shawn and wrapping his arms around him. "I'm okay," he said softly. "Just thinking."

"About what?" Shawn asked, tilting his head to the side. His warm, gentle eyes searched Niall's face in the dim light.

Niall hesitated for a moment, unsure how much to share. He wanted to keep his husband safe from the darkness that still lingered in the corners of his mind. But Shawn had always been there for him, and he knew that together they could handle anything. "I was just thinking about Pete," he said softly. "I wonder what he'd think of all this."

Shawn frowned, his brow furrowing as he considered the question. "I'm sure he'd be proud of you," he said gently, brushing a strand of hair away from Niall's face. "You've built this amazing life for yourself here, and you have me. You've found love again, and you're surrounded by friends who care about you. He'd see that."

Niall closed his eyes, letting Shawn's words wash over him. It was true; he had found happiness again.

As the sun began to peek over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the bed, Niall nuzzled closer to Shawn, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin and the faintest trace of shampoo in his hair. He felt content, wrapped up in Shawn's embrace, safe and secure in the knowledge that this was where he was meant to be.

They laid there together for a while, savouring the peace and quiet of the early morning, listening to the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore just outside their window. Finally, Shawn rolled out of bed, stretching his arms overhead before padding across the room to draw the curtains back. Light flooded in, bathing the room in a soft, rosy glow.

Niall sat up, yawning, and watched as Shawn busied himself in the bathroom, getting ready for the day. He felt a pang of longing as he looked at his lover's retreating back, remembering the first time they'd made love. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but at the same time, it felt like only yesterday. He smiled to himself, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at the thought of their connection.

As Shawn emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, Niall stood up and walked over to him. "Hungry?" he asked, reaching out to run his fingers through Shawn's damp hair. Shawn turned his head into the touch, closing his eyes briefly before looking down at Niall.

"Starving," he said with a yawn. "I could eat a horse."

Niall laughed, leaning in to kiss Shawn's shoulder. "Well, I'm sure we can find something a little more appetising than that. Need to get ready and open the bar anyway - fancy coming with me and I’ll make you a special brekki?”

Shawn smiled, turning in his arms to face Niall. "I'd love to. Just let me get dressed." He disappeared into the bathroom once more, and Niall busied himself with getting ready for the day as well. He pulled on a pair of black short joggers and a tight white t-shirt, then made his way into the bathroom to brush his teeth and run a brush through his hair.

"So, how do I look?" Shawn asked, adjusting the collar of his sweater. Niall laughed, reaching out to tousle his hair.

"You look perfect. Just like you always do." He took Shawn's hand and led him through the door, onto the cobblestone path to their bar just around the corner of their small house. The ocean breeze wafted around them as they walked hand in hand, carrying with it the salty tang of the sea.

Niall unlocked the door and flicked on the lights, revealing the familiar, cosy interior. The long wooden bar stretched along one wall, with stools lined up in front of it. A chalkboard menu was affixed above the bar, listing their drink specials for the day.

Shawn took a seat on one of the barstools, watching as Niall busied himself behind the bar. He poured coffee into a mug and then set about making Shawn's favourite breakfast sandwich - two fluffy eggs, crisp bacon, and melted cheddar cheese on a toasted croissant. As Niall worked, Shawn seemed to admire the way Niall’s few muscles flexed and moved under his tight white t-shirt.

Niall glanced over his shoulder at Shawn and smiled. "You know, you should probably find something to do while I'm making your breakfast. It might look a bit... inappropriate for customers if you just stare at me all day." He chuckled, reaching for a plate to put the finished sandwich on.

Shawn grinned back, unrepentant. "Well, I could always just find something to do with my hands..." In a quick move, he stood up, stepped around the counter, reaching out to brush his knuckles against the hem of Niall's shirt. Niall felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Shawn..." he murmured, his voice low and warning. "You know that's not appropriate." He placed the plate with Shawn's breakfast sandwich on the bar but kept his eyes on Shawn as he did so.

Shawn grinned, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Oh, but it feels so right." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Niall's neck. "Besides, it's just us here. We can do whatever we want, can't we?"

Niall sighed, unable to resist the temptation any longer. He reached up, running his fingers through Shawn's soft, dark hair and pulled him closer still. Their lips met in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as they explored each other's mouths. The taste of coffee and toothpaste mingled on their tongues, and Shawn moaned into the kiss, deepening it further.

“Well well well, good morning you two - seems like it’s the wrong moment to order a strong dark one?” Louis stood in the doorway leaning onto the frame.

Shawn and Niall froze, eyes wide. They sprang apart. Niall's heart raced, his cheeks flushed as he hurried to straighten his clothes. Shawn stuttered out an apology, looking anywhere but at Louis.

"Uh, sorry Louis. I just, uh, I was just... um..." Shawn stammered, his face burning even brighter.

Niall cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "We were just... talking about the menu. You know, seeing if there were any specials we wanted to try." He gestured vaguely at the chalkboard behind him.

"Uh-huh." Louis walked over to the bar, taking a seat on a stool. He glanced back and forth between the two of them, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Well, I hope you're done with your husband's stuff. No need to rub your love life into the nose of this single Pringle here.”

Niall felt his cheeks heat up, unable to meet Louis' gaze. He busied himself with making coffee, pouring beans into the grinder and measuring out grounds before dropping them into the filter. The familiar ritual calmed his nerves a little. "Shawn was just asking about the menu. We're thinking of trying some new dishes."

“Let it go, Nialler… just make me the strong one I need today” Louis winked at him.

Niall couldn't help but chuckle as he finished grinding the coffee beans. He knew exactly what Louis was getting at, but he wasn't about to admit it. Instead, he decided to change the subject. "So, you were saying something about Harry?" He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

Louis glared at him playfully. "Oh, you're just trying to change the subject, aren't you? Fine then." He took a sip of his coffee.

Niall smiled, shrugging. "Guilty as charged. But come on, it's not like it's a secret or anything. Everyone can see how you look at him."

"I do not!" Louis protested, a bit too loudly. Shawn snickered from his seat. "I mean, maybe a little, but only because he's such a good-looking guy. You can't blame a guy for appreciating that."

"Oh, come on," Niall said, rolling his eyes. "We've all seen the way you look at him when you think no one's looking. You're hopeless, mate." He reached for a coffee cup and began to rinse it.

"I am not!" Louis protested, a blush creeping up his neck. "I mean, I think he's a great guy and all, but that doesn't mean I'm crushing on him or anything." He glanced over at Shawn, then back to Niall.

Niall raised an eyebrow, scepticism clear in his eyes. "Uh-huh. Sure it doesn't." He reached for a clean coffee cup and began to dry it with a dishcloth. "Just as much as I wasn’t about to pull Shawnie into the storage room earlier…”

"What?" Shawn sputtered, glancing between them. "We weren't doing anything!"

Niall smiled to himself as he finished drying the coffee cups. He set them on a shelf and turned to face Louis. "Oh, come on, Lou. You can't tell me you don't have a little thing for him."

"Well..." Louis trailed off, looking away. "Maybe a tiny thing," he admitted, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "But it's not like I'd ever do anything about it. We’re friends. Just friends.”

Niall raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Sure, Jan. You can't tell me you don't daydream about him sometimes. You know you do." He grinned, unable to hide the amusement in his voice.

Louis shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Maybe a little..." He trailed off, unable to meet Niall's gaze.

"A little?" Niall pressed, his voice teasing. "Come on, Lou. Don't be so modest. You've got it bad."

Louis glared at him but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Shut up, you're just trying to get a rise out of me."

"Maybe a little," Niall admitted with a grin. "But I'm just saying, it's okay to have feelings for someone, even if they're your good friend. You don't have to pretend like you don't notice how amazing he is."

"Well, he is pretty amazing," Louis said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "But I'm not going to do anything about it. We're just friends, and that's how it's going to stay."

Niall raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "We'll see about that, mate. But you know, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here for you." He patted Louis on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Thanks, Ni," Louis replied, returning the smile. "I appreciate it. Now, I really should get going. Liam's probably wondering where I am." He pushed his chair back and stood up, gathering his things.

"No problem, mate," Niall said with a nod. "See you later, then." He watched as Louis made his way across the beach, the rising sun casting a warm glow over his shoulders.

Niall sighed and shook his head. "You really think they are meant for each other," Shawn asked, smiling at his husband.

"Well, they do have a certain... chemistry, don't they?" Niall replied, watching the two men. "And who knows what could happen if they just gave into it, you know?" He winked at Shawn, who laughed.

"I suppose you're right," Shawn mused, leaning back in his chair. "But it's not like they'd ever admit it, right? They'd never want to ruin their friendship or anything."

Niall shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe they just need a little push in the right direction." He glanced over at Louis once more, now disappearing behind the lifeguard hut. "Maybe I should arrange for them to spend some special time together. You know, make sure they can't avoid their feelings anymore."

Shawn raised an eyebrow, amused. "You're terrible, darling, you know that? But I guess it could be fun to see what happens." He took a sip of his coffee, watching the waves roll in. "I mean, they're both pretty great guys. It'd be nice to see them happy."

𓂃 ོ𓂃

The late afternoon sun beat down on the roof of The Higher Tides, the gentle breeze off the ocean doing little to cool them. Niall glanced over at the bar, his hands busy mixing drinks.

He'd been watching Harry and Louis flirt at the beach for the better part of the day. They seemed to be in their own little world, oblivious to everyone around them. It was almost endearing, the way they laughed at each other's jokes, the way they looked at each other when they thought no one was paying attention.

Niall smiled to himself, cutting another lime for the drinks. He knew they were both attracted to each other, but he wasn't sure if they realised it themselves. Harry was a bit more obvious with his advances, while Louis was a bit more subtle. Either way, it was clear that there was something going on between them.

He glanced over at Shawn, who was watching the interaction from his perch on the bar stools. "You think they'll ever actually make a move?" Niall asked him, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shawn shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "I don't know. They've been dancing around it all day, haven't they? Maybe they're just waiting for the right moment, or maybe they're both too scared to make the first move."

Niall watched the two men intently as they spoke. "Well, if they keep acting like this, it's only a matter of time before something happens. You know how things can heat up on a beach under the right circumstances." He winked at Shawn, who smiled back.

The sun began to sink lower in the sky, painting the clouds in shades of pink and orange. Evening approached, and the bar started to fill up with people looking for a place to enjoy the last rays of sunshine. Harry and Louis continued their flirtatious banter, occasionally laughing loudly at each other's jokes.

Niall glanced between the two men, noticing the way they leaned in close when they spoke, the way they occasionally brushed their hands against each other. It was clear that there was something more than friendship between them. He smiled to himself, feeling a small surge of hope. Maybe tonight would be the night when they finally gave in to their feelings.

The bar filled up with people, the music growing louder and more festive. Niall mixed drinks with practised ease, his movements fluid and graceful. Every so often, he would steal a glance at Harry and Louis, watching as they continued to flirt and laugh together.

He wasn’t aware when they came to his bar and was surprised by a Harry leaning against the counter, flushed cheeks for his happy hours before. He caught Niall's eye and smiled, gesturing for him to come over. "Hey, Niall. How's it going tonight?"

Niall smiled back, shrugging as he made his way over. "Can't complain. Business has been pretty good today. What can I get you two?" He glanced at Louis, who was laughing at something Harry had said, the light catching the sparkle of his eyes.

“Sorry, mate. Just leaving Curly here. I have to head out - Clifford didn’t feel well earlier and I want to check on him at home. But didn’t want to leave Harry at the beach. So, have fun you two. See you tomorrow.” That said Louis got up to give Harry a hug.

Harry hugged him back tightly, whispering something into his ear that made Louis blush. Niall glanced at them, wondering what he'd said, but Louis just smiled and waved as he walked away, leaving Harry looking a little put-out.

"What did you say to him?" Niall asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, I was just telling him that I would love to see him again. You know, as a friend." He grinned, but there was an undertone of disappointment in his voice.

Niall raised an eyebrow, amused. "Really? That's too bad. I thought maybe something else was going on between you two. You know, with the way you've been looking at each other all day."

Harry shrugged, trying to play it off. "Oh, we're just friends. I mean, I suppose I do like him a little more than just as a friend, but..." He trailed off, looking down at the bar.

"But what?" Niall pressed, genuinely curious.

Harry hesitated, looking like he was unsure how much to reveal. Finally, he sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bar. "I don't know. It's just... every time we're together, I can't help but notice how amazing he is. He's funny and smart, and he's just so damn good-looking. I mean, I know he probably doesn't feel the same way about me, but sometimes I can't help but wish..."

Niall nodded, trying to push without being pushy. "And you want to tell him how you feel?"

Harry hesitated again, biting his lip. "I don't know. It's just... I don't want to ruin our friendship. What if he doesn't feel the same way? I don't want to lose him."

Niall nodded, understanding the dilemma. "Well, you could always try talking to him about it. You never know what might happen. I can’t tell you what he feels, even if I’ve known him for what feels like ages. But Louis is a pretty open-minded guy, and he seems to really like you too. Maybe he feels the same way but is just too scared to say something."

Harry considered this for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip again. "I guess... I mean, I could try. But what if it ruins everything? What if we can't be friends anymore?"

"Only one way to find out, really," Niall replied with a shrug. "You could always test the waters, you know? Just casually bring it up in conversation and see how he reacts. If he's not interested, then maybe things will go back to the way they were. But if he is, then who knows what could happen? Hey, you could bring him to the campfire tomorrow - some romantic time there… it could work.”

Harry smiled at the thought but still fumbled nervously with his own hands. "What if I mess it up?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Niall patted him on the shoulder. "You won't. You're a natural flirt, Harry. Just be yourself and go with the flow. If it feels right, just go for it. And if it doesn't, at least you'll know where you stand. Trust me, Louis won't be offended if you're honest with him."

Harry took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Okay... I'll see tomorrow. When will the fire start?”

"Oh, about the time the sun goes down," Niall replied with a grin.

Harry nodded, finished off his drink and set the glass on the bar. "Thanks for the advice, Niall. I appreciate it."

"No problem, mate," Niall replied with a friendly smile. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some more rounds to pour. Enjoy the rest of your evening!"

Harry nodded, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair. He glanced around the bar one last time, he pushed his way through the throng of people and out the door, into the fresh summer night air.

Niall smiled at himself, kind of proud about his plan.

“So, I didn’t know we would have a campfire tomorrow. Stupid me must have forgotten it. Guess I have to set up the campfire then and get a setlist ready?” Shawn smirked at his husband.

Niall smiled back at Shawn, who was now standing at the corner of the counter. "Well, it's not like you have anything else planned for tomorrow. You can help me gather some wood in the morning and then we can set it all up. It'll be fun, I promise." He paused, biting his lip. "And tonight at home I could help you with a romantic and sexy setlist. You know, if you need any suggestions or whatever."

Shawn grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Oh, really? Like what kind of songs?"

Niall blushed slightly, trying to think of something sexy. He leaned in closer, their hands touching as he whispered in Shawn's ear, "How about that song about wanting to dance all night long with someone? Or that slow ballad about wanting to lose control in the heat of the moment?" He looked up at Shawn, their faces just inches apart. "Those could be fun, don't you think?"

Shawn bit his lip, his gaze flickering down to Niall's lips before darting back up to meet his husband's eyes. "Yeah, they could." Niall swallowed hard, feeling the butterflies in his stomach. "Or we could just close up, run home and make out to any song..."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Shawn's ear. "I've been thinking about it all day," he whispered, "about how it felt when you kissed me in the morning before we got so harshly interrupted ..." He reached out, tracing a finger along Shawn's breast muscle.

"And then I thought about how it would feel if we did it again, right here, right now." Niall paused, meeting Shawn's gaze, and then with a gentle nudge of his hips, his tongue gliding over his own bottom lip, he pressed their bodies together. "Like this."

Shawn moaned softly only for Niall to hear, his hands sliding up over Niall's shoulders to grip the back of his neck. "God, I've been thinking about it too."

Niall closed his eyes, savouring the feeling of their bodies pressed together, and let out a shuddering breath as Shawn traced circles on the back of his neck. "I wish we could just leave now," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the music and chatter of the bar, "just run away from everything and be alone."

"Hmm?" Shawn murmured, his lips moving against Niall's ear. "You mean like this?"

Before Niall could respond, Shawn had already slipped his hand down between their bodies, brushing his long, slim fingers along every curve of Niall’s body, pressing hard and soft on some spots on its way down, curling around the hardwood of the bell under the counter. With a smooth move, he ring the bell for everyone to hear.

“Last call, everyone. It’s time.”

The patrons of the bar, some already on their feet, others still nursing their drinks, all turned their attention to Shawn. He was standing behind the counter, his face flushed and his eyes bright with anticipation. Beside him, Niall shifted nervously, his heart racing in his chest.

"Last call, everyone," Shawn repeated, his voice firm and steady. "Time to head home and finish what you started."

𓂃 ོ𓂃

Niall and Shawn stood side by side, watching as the last rays of the setting sun dipped below the horizon. The sky was painted on a canvas of vibrant oranges and reds, casting a warm glow over the ocean.

The Higher Tides was their home, their safe haven. It had been years since they'd opened it, and they couldn't be more grateful for the support they'd received from the community. As they gathered around the already crackling campfire, Niall felt a sense of camaraderie that was impossible to ignore.

He glanced over at Shawn, who was expertly tending to the fire. He looked so handsome in his faded jeans and worn-out T-shirt, the fire casting a warm glow on his tanned skin. He couldn't help but feel a huge pang of love for him.

As the fire crackled, he heard laughter from a group of friends sitting on the beach chairs nearby. Niall smiled as he saw Harry and Louis deep in conversation, their cheeks flushed from the heat of the fire. They were both dressed casually, just like everyone else at the party, but there was something about them that made them stand out. Something electric.

Shawn noticed the way Niall was looking at them and chuckled. "What?" he asked, teasingly.

"Oh, nothing," Niall said, blushing slightly. "I was just thinking how much we've grown as a couple since we opened this place. We've been through so much together."

As if on cue, Shawn took his hand and squeezed it gently. "Yeah, we have. And I'm glad we have all these wonderful people here with us to share it." He nodded toward Harry and Louis, who were still deep in conversation. "I wonder what they're talking about?"

Niall smiled, feeling a spark of curiosity ignite within him. "I don't know, but it looks important. Maybe we should give them some space, you know?" He gestured for them to step back from the fire, giving Harry and Louis a bit more room.

As they moved away a few steps, Niall couldn't help but overhear snippets of their conversation. They were talking about something that had clearly been weighing heavily on their minds, their voices low and urgent. Shawn glanced at him, sensing his interest, but said nothing.

Instead, he pulled Niall into a warm embrace and kissed him softly. "I love you," he murmured against his ear. "You know that, right?" Niall leaned into the touch, his heart swelling with love for his husband. "Of course I do," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I love you too."

As they stood there, lost in their own little world, Niall couldn't help but notice the tension between Harry and Louis. It was palpable, almost electric. Something was definitely going on between them. He glanced at Shawn, who seemed to be having the same realisation.

Shawn slowly pulled away from the embrace and moved closer to the fire, pretending to warm his hands. Niall followed suit, trying to act casual as he watched Harry and Louis out of the corner of his eye. They were still deep in conversation, their body language tense and kind of awkward.

"You okay?" Shawn whispered, nudging Niall gently.

Niall nodded, still watching the exchange between Harry and Louis. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... what takes them so long? Confess your love, you idiots, and be happy together - that’s not so complicated."

Shawn laughed softly, shaking his head. "Well, you'd be surprised. Some people just take a little longer to figure things out - not everyone is as direct as you, darling. Or maybe they need a push..." He glanced at Harry, who was fidgeting nervously with his fingers. "But maybe not a hard one."

"They definitely need a little nudge," Niall repeated with a playful glint in his eye. "You know, like a little push in one direction."

Niall smiled, feeling a twinge of mischief. "Like some very close alone time in a specific storage room?" Shawn's eyes widened in mock horror. "Niall Horan! You wouldn't dare!"

But even as he said it, there was a glint of excitement in his eye too. Niall couldn't help but smile back, feeling a spark of passion flare up within him. This was exactly the kind of adventure he loved.

"Okay," Shawn said slowly, nodding in agreement. "Let's do it."

Niall smiled, feeling a thrill of anticipation race through him. He knew what they were about to do was risky, but it felt so right.

We have to help Harry and Louis, don’t we? They deserve to be happy, - before they are old and wrinkled - no matter what it takes.

Without another word, he turned away from Shawn and made his way over to Harry and Louis. They hadn't noticed him approaching, their faces still intense as they spoke in hushed tones. Niall cleared his throat, trying to get their attention. "Um, excuse me?"

Harry jumped, startled, before turning to face him. "Oh, Niall. Sorry, didn't see you there."

Niall smiled reassuringly. "It's alright. I just wanted to see if you two could help with something in the storage room. I would ask Shawn but my husband is nowhere to be found.”

Harry and Louis exchanged glances, a mixture of confusion and curiosity in their eyes. "What sort of help do you need?" Harry asked, carefully.

Niall smiled comfortingly. "Oh, nothing too serious. I just need to retrieve something from the storage room, and I was hoping you two could lend me a hand. You know, …?"

Harry looked at Louis, who nodded slowly. "Of course, Niall. We'd be happy to help." There was a note of caution in his voice, but also curiosity. Niall was sure they knew something was up, but they couldn't quite put their fingers on it.

"Great," Niall said, leading them away from the others. "The storage room is just around the corner. We'll have to be quick, though." As they walked, he couldn't help but wonder how Louis and Harry would react when they found out what he had really planned for them.

The storage room was dimly lit, the only light filtering in through a small window near the ceiling. Niall fumbled with the lock, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation. Finally, he managed to open the door and stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter. "After you," he said with a nervous laugh.

Harry and Louis exchanged glances, uncertainty written all over their faces. They didn't understand what was going on, but they knew something wasn't quite right. As they stepped inside, Harry took a deep breath and turned around to Niall. "Alright, Niall, what is it that you need us to do in here?"

Niall smiled nervously, nearly screaming at them “Talk!” and with a quick move he closed the door from outside and turned the key. "I'm sorry, so so sorry… or not. Enjoy your time. I’ll check on you later.” He said through the door.

He could hear Louis on the other side of the door. "What the fuck is going on? Why did he just lock us in here? NIALL?!" The doorknob moved. Niall jumped afraid the door would open even if it was locked.

He stepped closer again, peeked through the keyhole and saw Louis and Harry trying to open the door. "I'm so sorry, so so sorry..." Niall whispered to himself, his voice filled with fake apologies and a smile on his lips.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, and then walked over to where the fire was burning. He picked up a stick and carefully added it to the flames, watching as it crackled and spread, casting a warm glow over the floor. "It's going to be alright," he murmured, trying to convince himself. "They'll figure it out eventually."

Chapter Text

The room was dark, lit only by a sliver of light streaming in through a crack in the door and the light coming through the small dirty window close to the ceiling. There was a faint smell of dust and old books in the air, and Harry's heart was pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear anything else. He was sitting on the cold wooden floor, his back against the door, his knees drawn up to his chest. Beside him, Louis was huddled in a similar position, their shoulders just barely touching.

They sat in silence for what felt like hours, each lost in their own thoughts, each wrestling with their own emotions. Harry couldn't stop replaying the moment when Niall had locked them in here, the way Louis' eyes had widened in shock before slowly narrowing with anger. He could still feel the heat of Louis' breath on his face when they'd argued about why Niall had done it, their voices raised in frustration and confusion.

But even through the tension, there was something else, something underneath it all. A current that seemed to pull them together, even as it pushed them apart. Harry didn't understand it, but he couldn't deny it.

He glanced over at Louis, taking in the sharp angle of his jaw, the way his brows were furrowed in thought, the way his lips were pursed in annoyance. And then, for a fleeting moment, he saw it: the tiny quiver at the corner of Louis's mouth, the hint of a blush on his cheeks. It was the first time he'd ever seen Louis look even remotely uncertain, and it sent a jolt of something warm and strange through his chest.

He cleared his throat, trying to find his voice again. "Look, I'm sorry if I freaked out earlier... I just... I didn't expect..." He trailed off, feeling foolish.

Louis glanced up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It's okay. I guess we both overreacted a bit." There was an awkward pause as they both shifted their weight, unable to meet each other's eyes.

The silence stretched on, growing heavier with each passing second. Harry could feel his heart racing, his skin tingling where it brushed against Louis's arm. He wanted to say something, to break the tension, but he didn't know what. He felt like he was balancing on the edge of something, teetering back and forth between fear and desire, anger and affection.

Louis got up. He walked over to the back corner of the storage room and didn’t move any further. Even from behind Harry was able to see Louis' brain working. He stood up and leaned against the door, getting ready for whatever might happen next. Finally, Louis let out a shaky breath, turned around and looked up at him. "Haz?"

He forced himself to meet Louis' gaze, feeling a strange mixture of apprehension and longing swirling in his stomach. "Yeah?"

Louis took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly before continuing. "I just want to say that... I mean, I don't know why Niall did this, but I'm kind of glad he did." He hesitated, looking away for a moment before turning back to Harry. "Because, I mean, I've been thinking about it... and I've wanted to say this for what feels like ages."

Harry felt his heart start to race, his palms growing sweaty. "What?" he managed to choke out. "What is it?"

Louis looked at him with an expression that Harry couldn't quite decipher. There was a mixture of fear and hope and something else there, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. "I... I like you, Haz." He took a deep breath, then continued, "I really like you."

Harry felt like the air had been knocked out of him. He stared at Louis, unable to speak, unable to breathe. He wanted to tell him that it was okay, that he liked him too, that he'd always liked him. But the words got stuck in his throat, and all he could do was look at him, feel his heart racing in his chest.

Louis' expression was a mix of hope and fear as if he was both terrified of rejection and desperate for Harry's approval. He reached out, tentatively touching Harry's hand, his fingers warm and gentle against Harry's skin. It was a tiny gesture, but it felt like the most intimate thing Harry had ever experienced.

Harry's heart raced, his breath caught in his throat. He wanted nothing more than to pull Louis close, to kiss him and tell him that it was okay, that he felt the same way. But he was frozen, unable to move, unable to speak. His brain felt like it was spinning out of control, his thoughts tangled and jumbled. He couldn't believe this was happening, that Louis liked him too.

Louis' thumb brushed across the back of Harry's hand, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the warmth emanating from Louis, could see the uncertainty in his eyes. He wanted to reassure him, to tell him that everything was going to be okay, but he couldn't find the words.

Instead, he leaned forward, their faces inches apart. He closed his eyes, feeling the heat from Louis' breath on his skin, and took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of driftwood. Slowly, he exhaled, trying to calm his racing heart. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the hope in Louis' gaze, and it gave him the courage he needed.

He reached up, cupping Louis' cheek in his hand, feeling the stubble on his cheeks beneath his fingers. "I like you too," he whispered, his voice barely audible even to himself.

Their lips were just inches apart now and Harry could feel the heat from Louis' breath, could taste the sweetness of his own breath on his lips. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. Slowly, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against Louis', feeling the warmth and softness of them. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and for a moment, he was lost in the sensation.

Louis' hands found their way to Harry's shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, holding on as if he were afraid he'd disappear. Harry threaded his fingers through Louis' hair, feeling the strands slip through his fingers. He deepened the kiss, pushing their lips together more firmly, wanting more of Louis, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against his own.

As they kissed, Harry could feel the weight of the words they'd just shared settling between them, like a physical presence in the room. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, this new knowledge that they liked each other, that they weren't just friends in a flirty mood anymore. They'd crossed a line, and there was no going back.

Harry moaned into the kiss, his tongue dancing with Louis', their lips and teeth meeting in a soft, hungry rhythm. He felt Louis' hand slide down his back, cupping his ass, and a shiver of pleasure ran through him. He gripped Louis' hair tighter, pulling him closer, wanting more of this connection, more of this feeling of being wanted and desired.

Their kisses grew more urgent, more demanding as if they were trying to consume each other. Harry's heart raced, and his breath came in ragged gasps. He could feel the heat between their bodies, could feel the length pressing against his hip. He wanted to touch it, to feel the weight of Louis' cock, but he didn't want to break the intensity of their kiss.

Louis moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over Harry's back, his fingers digging into the skin through his shirt. He pulled Harry closer, their hips grinding together, and Harry couldn't help but let out a shiver of pleasure. The sensation of Louis' body against his own was overwhelming, intoxicating. He could feel the need growing inside him, the ache in his cock growing more insistent.

“Fuck, Haz… I wanted to do this since your fucking yoga magic - the way you bend your whole body… like a scorpion. Like a fucking goddess.”

Harry let out a shaky breath as he felt Louis' words vibrate against his lips. He was panting, his heart racing, his mind reeling with the sensation of Louis' hands on him, the feel of their bodies moving together. He knew he should say something, but his words seemed to be stuck in his throat.

Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with Louis', their hips grinding together in perfect rhythm. The heat between their bodies was almost unbearable. He wanted more of this, wanted to feel Louis' skin against his own, wanted to explore every inch of him.

As they kissed, Harry's hands found their way to Louis' ass, gripping him firmly, pulling him closer still. He moaned into the kiss, feeling the weight of their connection pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. Louis' hands tangled in his hair, fingers tightening as he held Harry's head, as if he was afraid he'd lose him.

Harry could feel the need to touch Louis, to feel their skin pressed together, burning inside him. He broke the kiss for a moment, leaning back to look at Louis, his eyes searching his face. Louis looked back at him, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, his lips swollen from their kiss.

"I want this," Harry whispered, his voice barely audible even to his own ears. "I want you, Lou."

Louis smiled, a slow, teasing curve of his lips. "You've got me, Haz."

He reached up, cupping Harry's jaw in his palm, and gently pulled him back down into a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue slid between Harry's lips, tasting him, exploring every inch of his mouth. Harry moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Louis' neck, feeling the strength and warmth of his body against his own.

As they kissed, Louis leaned forward, lifting Harry up higher against the door, his hips grinding against the younger man's, pressing their cocks together. Harry gasped, feeling the heat and the need growing between them. His legs wrapped around Louis' hips, pulling him closer, the kiss becoming more urgent, more demanding.

His back arched as he moaned into the kiss, feeling the strength in Louis' arms as he held him up against the door. He could feel every inch of Louis' body pressed against his own, their skin burning hot underneath the clothes, their hearts racing. He wanted more, needed more of this connection, this intimacy.

Louis' hand moved down Harry's back, cupping his ass in his palm. He squeezed gently, grinding his hips against Harry's, letting him feel the hardness between his legs. Harry groaned, his head falling back against the door as he clung to Louis, his body trembling with the force of their passion.

Louis pulled back slightly, his lips trailing down Harry's jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses his way. He sucked gently on Harry's pulse point, feeling the steady thump beneath his lips. "I want you, Harry," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want you so much."

Harry arched into the touch, his hips pressing forward against Louis'. "Then have me," he panted, his fingers digging into Louis' shoulders. "Please."

As if in answer, Louis slid his hands down Harry's back, curling them around his thighs and lifting him higher, pressing their bodies together even more tightly. Their lips met in a frantic, desperate kiss, tongues tangling as they tried to taste each other. Harry could feel the heat between them, the need growing more urgent with every passing moment.

He moaned into the kiss, arching his back as he ground his hips against Louis'. Their chests heaved, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they kissed, their lips moving in unison, their teeth clashing together.

Suddenly Harry felt like falling, his head was spinning and there was a cold breeze on his back. “Oh shit.” He heard Louis say out loud and landed roughly on his back, Louis falling on top of him, pinning him down with his weight. He opened his eyes and looked directly into Liam’s face right above him.

Harry was a little shocked and confused but at the same time, his heart was beating wildly. He couldn't help but smile when he felt Louis' warm body pressed against his own. "Liam?" He said, a little confused. "What's going on?"

Liam didn't answer, he just kept looking at them with a mixture of confusion and amusement. But before Harry could say anything else, Liam turned around and faced back to the campfire.

Harry blushed as he tried to catch his breath, his heart still racing. He looked at Louis, who seemed just as confused and flustered as he felt. Their bodies were still pressed together, and Harry couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine at the memory of their kiss.

Liam cleared his throat, trying to break the silence. "Um, guys? Are you two okay?" he asked, his voice still laced with amusement.

Harry glanced at Louis, then back at Liam. He felt a blush creeping up his neck as he realised what had just happened. "Y-yeah, we're fine," Louis stammered, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just... tripped on something."

Harry bit his lip, his cheeks flushed as he looked away from Liam, feeling the heat creep up his neck. "Yeah," he mumbled. "That's... exactly what happened."

"Okay, okay," Liam said with a small smile, looking at them above his shoulder his eyes dancing with amusement. "If you say so."

Harry felt the heat in his cheeks grow even worse as he glanced at Louis, who was now blushing as well. They both knew that Liam wasn't buying their story, but neither of them could find the courage to admit the truth.

Liam cleared his throat again, trying to break the tension. "So, uh, Niall told me you two were here and because Shawn will start a small setlist now, I thought I would get you.”

Harry glanced at Louis, then back at Liam. "Thanks, Liam," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Louis nodded in agreement, still blushing profusely. "Yeah, thanks for coming to get us," he said, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Ehrm, Lou… I know you told me how tackling is your love language but… we should get up…” Harry said silently only for Louis to hear.

Louis had a hard time trying not to laugh out loud. He stuck out his tongue, grinned at him and nodded, his cheeks still flushed from their little tumble and their lips slightly swollen from their kiss.

"Yeah, let's get up," he finally agreed, a small laugh escaping him as he tried to shake off the awkwardness that still lingered between them and Liam. He slowly stood up, a little unsteady on his feet, and offered Harry his hand to help him up.

Harry took it, their skin brushing against each other for a brief moment, and felt a wave of heat spread through his entire body. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, as he stood up beside Louis. They both turned to face Liam, who was watching them with a small smile on his face.

"You guys are something else," Liam said with a chuckle, shaking his head. "But I'm glad I got to see that.”

Harry glanced at Louis, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amusement wash over him. "Yeah, it was... unexpected," he said, trying to play it cool.

Louis laughed softly, running a hand through his messy hair. "Yeah, that's one way to put it." He looked at Harry, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before darting away again.

Harry felt a strange mixture of emotions swirling inside him. On one hand, he was embarrassed by what had just happened and wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground. But on the other hand, there was a part of him that couldn't deny the electricity that had passed between them when they kissed. It had felt so right, so natural.

As they made their way back to the campfire, Harry found himself glancing over at Louis, wanting to say something but not quite knowing what. The air between them seemed charged with an unspoken understanding, and every time their eyes met, Harry could feel his heart race a little faster.

Finally, they reached the fire and took their seats, side by side. Shawn began to play the next song, and they settled in, content to listen and enjoy the music. But Harry couldn't take his eyes off Louis. He found himself wanting to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin against his own.

[Right before I close my eyes
The only thing that's on my mind
Been dreamin' that you feel it too
I wonder what it's like
to be loved by you, Yeah
I wonder what it's like
I wonder what it's like
to be loved by]

As if sensing his gaze, Louis glanced over at him, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before looking away again. Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a wave of heat wash over him from head to toe. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing pulse, but it was no use. He couldn't deny the connection he felt with Louis.

The night air was cool, but Louis was sitting close enough that Harry could feel the warmth emanating from his body. He wanted nothing more than to lean in, to feel their skin touch, to taste the warmth of his breath on his lips again. The music played on, a soft melody that seemed to echo their every thought and feeling.

[I wonder why I'm so afraid
Of saying something wrong,
I never said I was a saint
I wonder, when I cry into my hands
I'm conditioned to feel like it
makes me less of a man
And I wonder if someday
you'll be by my side
And tell me that the world will
end up alright
I wonder
I wonder]

As they sat there, side by side, Harry couldn't help but notice the way Louis' arm brushed against his own every time they shifted in their seats. It was a small touch, but it sent a shiver down his spine nonetheless. He wondered if Louis felt it too.

He glanced at Louis out of the corner of his eye, taking in the way the firelight flickered across his features. The way his hair fell across his forehead, the way the shadows of the fire brought out his cheekbones even more, the way his lips parted slightly as he breathed in the night air. It was intoxicating, and Harry found himself wanting more.

As if sensing his thoughts, Louis turned his head slightly in his direction, meeting his eyes. There was a sparkle in his gaze, a mix of curiosity and something else that Harry couldn't quite place. It sent another shiver down his spine, and for a moment, they just sat there, locked in this silent exchange.

The fire crackled and popped, casting flickering shadows across their faces, but it only seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment. Harry felt his heart race, his palms growing sweaty as he waited for Louis to make the next move. He wanted nothing more than for him to lean in, to close the distance between them, to feel those lips against his own once more.

[I wonder what it's like
to be loved by you, Yeah
I wonder what it's like
to be loved by you
I wonder what it's like
to be loved by]

As if reading his mind, Louis reached out and took Harry's hand in his, giving it a squeeze. His eyes saw their hands intertwined, saw his bright blue painted nails on Louis' hand, but his mind wasn’t able to process what was happening. "You okay?" Louis asked, his voice little more than a whisper.

Harry nodded, unable to find his voice as he returned the squeeze. "Yeah," he managed to croak. "I'm fine."

[Right before I close my eyes
The only thing that's on my mind
Been dreamin' that you feel it too
I wonder what it's like to be loved by you]

Their hands remained clasped together as they sat there, watching the fire dance and the other people talk and laugh around them. Harry couldn't help but marvel at the way Louis' hand felt in his own, strong and gentle at the same time. He wanted to pull it closer, to bring it to his lips and kiss it, to show Louis just how much he appreciated this moment, how much he wanted more.

The air grew colder as the fire died down, and Harry could feel his eyelids beginning to droop. He leaned closer to Louis, enjoying the warmth that radiated from his body. He didn't want this moment to end.

"You know," Louis murmured, his voice low and husky in Harry's ear, "I could walk you home."

Harry's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. The night air was cool against his skin, but the thought of spending more time with Louis made him feel warm all over. "That would be nice," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

They rose together, taking one last look around the fire pit before beginning their journey home. The full moon cast an ethereal glow over the grounds, bathing everything in a soft, silver light. Harry felt like they were the only two people in the world as they walked side by side, their hands still intertwined.

A breeze blew cool against their skin, but Louis' body heat warmed Harry up with every step he took. He couldn't help but notice the way Louis moved, the way his hips swayed gently with each stride. He felt a newfound appreciation for the other man's body, for the way it fit so perfectly against his own.

They walked in silence, the only sounds the crunch of gravel beneath their feet and the rustle of leaves as they brushed against branches.

Harry couldn't help but feel a little lightheaded as they drew closer to his cabin. This had been the most perfect night, and he didn't want it to end. He glanced over at Louis, taking in the moonlit profile of his face, the stubble on his jaw, the way his hair curled at the nape of his neck. He wanted to remember this moment forever.

As they stopped in front of his cabin, Harry turned to face Louis, his heart hammering in his chest. He leaned in slowly, feeling the warmth of Louis' breath on his lips. His eyes flickered down to Louis' mouth, already parted in anticipation, before lifting back up to meet his gaze. He couldn't do this. He didn't want to ruin everything.

"Thank you for the most wonderful night," he managed to choke out. "But I shouldn't..."

Louis leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Harry's as he spoke. “Can I kiss you?" Harry nodded slowly. Louis’ tongue traced the seam of Harry's lips, and with a gentle nudge, they parted. Harry gasped as their tongues danced together, the taste of the juicy cocktail from the bar and something more sweet filling his mouth.

His hands found their way up to Louis' shoulders, then up to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as he pulled him closer still. He felt like he could drown in these kisses, in the way Louis moved against him, the way their bodies fit together so perfectly. He wanted this night to never end.

But it did. Eventually, they broke apart, panting and gasping for air. Harry stared into Louis' eyes, feeling the warmth and the hunger and the need that lurked beneath the surface. He knew they could take this further, that they could have each other right here, right now, but something held him back.

He glanced down at the ground, feeling a sudden shyness come over him. "I'm sorry, but…" he managed to say, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Louis smiled at him. "No, don't be sorry. It was perfect." Harry took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. "I just... I want this to be special too, you know? I want us to remember this night for the rest of our lives."

He studied Louis' face, searching for any signs of disappointment or confusion, but found only understanding and acceptance. "I want that too," Louis said softly. "I do."

Harry nodded, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. Louis leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against Harry's ear. "I had the most wonderful time with you tonight," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

They stood there for a moment longer, just enjoying the feeling of being so close, of their bodies pressed together. Harry couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to explore further, to see where this night would take them. But he knew that right now, this was enough.

He leaned in, pressing his lips against Louis' once more, feeling the familiarity and the comfort of it.

“Good night, Lou!” Harry whispered before he turned around and took the stairs to his cabin.

Chapter Text

Louis
Good morning Hazza
I woke up wanting to text you
So, good morning :)

Louis
Forget the last text
It’s 6 am and I’m on my
third coffee
Good morning Hazza :)

Louis
Shit, I hope I didn’t wake
you up
Pls be asleep

Louis
Okay I’m leaving
Hope to see you later
Byeeeee


Louis' messages were the first thing Harry saw after waking up in the morning. He had laid in bed for quite a while, just staring at the ceiling while last night’s events replayed in his head. The campfire, the storage room, the walk home, the kiss.

The kisses, plural.

Louis made him feel like a teenage girl, squealing and kicking his feet under the covers while thinking about the first kiss with his crush. Harry had to distract himself from the rather visual images in his head and Louis’ touches he still seemed to feel all over his body, so he turned over and grabbed his phone from his nightstand.

While reading Louis’ messages, a dimple-popping smile spread over Harry’s face and he just continued to stare at his phone in total disbelief about how much his life had changed in the past three weeks. He couldn’t wait to see him again.

Harry knew that Zayn needed him at Fuchsia Sea in the afternoon, so the only way to see Louis would be in the morning. In a heartbeat, Harry was out of bed, with his phone still in his hand. He grabbed some cotton shorts with embroidered bunnies on them and a white shirt with a colourful print of a birthday cake and the words `treat your earth with kindness’ that Zayn had gifted him for his last birthday.

He had just closed the drawer that held his briefs when he heard a knock on the front door of the cabin, so he placed his clothes on the armrest of the sofa and went to open the door, wondering who would visit him this early in the morning.

Opening the door, he found a half-awake Zayn on his landing, leaning against the doorframe. His hair looked slightly tousled and Harry had never seen the shirt he was wearing before. But before Harry could say anything, a shit-eating grin appeared on Zayn’s face and he pushed the door more open and walked past Harry into the cabin.

Harry stood flabbergasted and watched Zayn who sat down on the cream-coloured sofa, somehow still managing to look like someone ripped out of a catalogue, despite his bed hair and the ill-fitting shirt.

"Will you tell me what this is about, Z?" Harry looked at him with his eyebrows raised. "Or do I have to guess?" His phone still in his hand, he was standing at the door, but had it closed behind him.

"You tell me, H."

Harry watched him with narrowed eyes and a tilt of his head. Then he sighed in surrender and walked over to the couch, flopping down next to Zayn, leaning his head on his best friend’s shoulder. He didn’t last very long.

"It feels like floating and falling, Zaynie. Help me… It feels like throwing myself into the waves after I just planned to lay on the beach and enjoy the sun. But the waves feel so much better. They feel calm and excited. And somehow they make me forget about crashing. They help me float again." Harry whined. “Zaynie, he lets me float again after I forgot how to. You know?”

Zayn reached out, placed a hand on Harry’s knee and patted it. "I know, dear. The perks of knowing what you want and having someone who knows it too and is not afraid to show you. It’s healthy, Harry. You deserve it."

“It should be scary, though, right? I’ve known him, what, two weeks?” Harry tried to remember how long ago he arrived in Lavender Cove. “But it’s not scary at all, it’s beautiful. We kissed last night and it’s all I can think about this morning.”

“Then don’t overthink it. If it feels right, it probably is. He’s a great guy Harry. Let me tell you as much.” Zayn rested his head on top of Harry’s now. “He’s great. I’ve known him for quite some time now and Louis is one of the most sincere people I know.”

“He’s so… I watched him play footie the other day,” Harry admitted.

“Oh almighty Xochipilli, help me with this one.” Zayn groaned theatrically. “I knew it would be over for you as soon as you learned that he’s a footie guy. How long did you stare at his knees?” Zayn giggled.

“Not too long.” Harry chuckled, knowing his best friend knew him too well. “Was distracted by other assets, to be honest.”

“He’s got a good tush,” Zayn said, making an agreeing face.

“Careful,” Harry warned lightheartedly. Then he sighed again. “Am I being dumb? Be honest.”

“No, Harry.” Zayn lifted his head and turned to look at Harry, who had to sit up to look back. “You are being brave. There’s nothing dumb about following your heart. Embrace it. I love to see you happy.”

“Alright. You’re right.” Harry smiled carefully. “Can we talk about where you’ve spent the night now?” He grinned.

“Not today, my friend.” Zayn pushed himself off of the sofa. “I just came to get your gossip.” He walked over to the door, opened it and was on the porch in the blink of an eye. “Bye, lover boy.”

Harry groaned, leaning back on the sofa and threw his head back.

Some day you’ll have to tell me, Zayn Malik.

He sat for a while longer until he remembered his plan for the morning and rushed to take a hot shower while his phone played his favourite Taylor playlist.

Half an hour later Harry was ready to leave his cabin, having decided under the calming water that he didn’t want to show up at the beach empty-handed. So he stuffed his wallet into his bag together with the usual stuff he carried around and slipped into his light blue checkered vans.

On his way to the farmers market, he felt his tummy tingle in anticipation the more steps he took. Each one carried him closer to Louis and the giddy feeling turned into a smile on his face that only a night of the first kiss was able to paint.

Harry pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the chat with Louis. 

Harry
Morning Lou :)
Don’t worry, I slept like a koala
I’m on my way to the beach,
hope that’s okay?

Just as he wanted to put the phone back to concentrate on where to put his feet on the cobblestone road, the phone buzzed in his hand with a reply from Louis. 

Louis
What?
That’s not even a saying Harry :D

Louis
It’s so much more than okay
Can’t wait tbh
 

Harry smiled at the messages from the man who joked and charmed his way into his heart.

Arriving at the farmers market, located in the middle of the picturesque village that Lavender Cove was, Harry directed his steps over to Pauline’s market stall. The scent of strawberries hung sweetly in the air the closer he got, probably caused by a daily fresh harvest.

“Ahh… bien le bonjour mon cher ‘arry!” Pauline greeted him with a warm smile that reached her eyes that Harry already knew so well. She was a big part of him feeling welcome in this small town. “Any special wishes today or do you prefer the usual?”

“Good morning, Pauline.” Harry stopped in front of her stall, scanning the fruits. “Actually, I’d like a little selection today. I’m a man on a mission if you want.”

“Oh là là… tell me more.”

“Well…” Harry trailed off. “There is this guy I’m meeting at the beach and I wanted to bring a little breakfast. Any recommendations?”

“Don’t say anything more. I know exactly what you need.” Pauline said and started to put together a potpourri of sweet berries, sliced-up pineapple, two peaches, his favourite orange and a little takeaway bowl of watermelon feta cheese salad.

Harry watched her measure everything and put it into a paper bag for him to carry.

"And who’s the lucky guy who’ll have his breakfast delivered to him by a pretty man like you, 'arry?" Pauline asked with a curious tone in her voice, while she handed him the bag.

Harry pulled out his wallet to pay for the fruits and the salad and felt himself blush. "He’s… he’s someone special. One of the lifeguards here." Harry tried to beat around the bush.

"Ah, je vois! Must be our darling Louis then. Good choice 'arry." Pauline concluded, taking the money from him.

"How do you even… no, I don’t want to know." Harry chuckled, remembering how rumours fly in small villages like this from his hometown, Holmes Chapel. You can’t keep a secret there, it’s just not possible. Not that he wanted to.

"Just allow me to say one thing, yes?" She asked and waited for him to nod before she continued. "I’m seeing a happy face in front of me today and compared to the first day you came to my little stall, this is a big difference. Allow yourself to be happy, 'arry. If happiness comes in form of Louis Tomlinson, welcome it with open arms." She paused, a knowing smile on her face. "But remember to fill up your own cup first, and let him fall in love with the overflow. Your well-being and happiness don’t depend on another person. You have to find it in yourself first. But I feel like you’re on the right path. What do you think, mon cher?" She handed Harry his change and the advice and looked at him openly.

Harry put the money back into his wallet and shook his head at Pauline. "I think, you should have considered studying psychology instead of selling fruits, Miss P." Harry laughed. "Your ability to read people is kinda scary."

"Oh, mon dieu, where would be the fun in that?" Pauline laughed. "But now, don’t let me keep you, 'arry." She waved goodbye. "Salut, passes une bonne journée."

"Merci, toi aussi." He grabbed his paper bag from the stall and waved while leaving. Happy that he remembered at least a few French words from when he had learned it in school.

His next stop was the stall of the bakery, where he bought some French pastries for them to have alongside the fruits.

Leaving the farmers market, his feet took Harry from the town centre down to the coastal road and all the way to The Higher Tides. He climbed up the stairs towards the entrance, while looking over at the beach. In the distance, he could already spot Louis on the lifeguard hut’s porch, talking to a man with a little boy next to him.

He felt his heartbeat increase just from the sight of Louis alone but Harry forced his gaze away, making his way inside the bar.

Today, he found Niall on the inside bar, preparing juices and coffee for the numerous guests who were enjoying the morning sun on the terrace. When he spotted Harry on his way over, he beamed and waited for him to take a seat on one of the bar chairs.

"Look who the sea breeze blew into my modest bar on this fine morning." He joked. "If that’s not our dear Harold."

Harry rolled his eyes dramatically. "That’s not my name, Nialler. Good morning to you, too."

The huge sliding glass doors of the bar were pulled open and from outside the sound of Shawn’s guitar and voice combined with the chatter of the guests wafted inside.

"Good morning, indeed. I see you visited the market. Any plans for this beautiful day?" Niall grinned.

"Why do I not like that smug grin on your face, Horan?" Harry narrowed his eyes at him.

Niall managed to look, slightly, offended. "Excuse me? I’m nothing of that. I’m just a simple bar owner who hopes that his favourite guest is having a good time."

"Sure, I don’t believe a single word, Niall. What are you hiding?"

Niall looked at him for a moment, then he sighed. "Okaaaaay." He drawled. "I’m a nosy Irishman who just wants to see if his plan worked out.”

“Plan?” Harry asked, raising one eyebrow when it dawned on him what Niall was saying.

“Well… you could also call it a stroke of fate, depending how delusional you want to be.”

“I would like to go with the truth if that’s something you can offer?” Harry pressed lightly but with a fond tone to his voice.

“Okay listen, I noticed that you and Louis were in need of a little… push? In the right direction. So, I happened to have a free storage room and a little get-together and voilà, two very flushed men who left it a little while later. I’m expecting an invitation to the wedding, by the way.” The smug smile was back on his face and Harry was at a loss for words for a moment. So he leaned over the bar, grabbed Niall’s face and pressed a kiss to his forehead, leaving the Irish one dumbfounded.

“Harold, I am a married man.” He joked when he found his voice again.

“I hate you, Nialler. But you’re the best. Thank you, honestly. You have no idea, but you are exactly what we needed.”

What is it with this village and its lovely people?

“I do think I have an idea, H. Couldn’t stand looking at you two idiots without anything happening any longer. Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands. Or well… guess I did it for you.” Niall let out his signature laugh and gestured towards the beach. “I think someone is waiting for you, out there in a little blue hut, by the way.”

“Right. Yeah… that’s why I came here actually.” Harry rubbed his neck, looking down shyly.

“You don’t say… So a black coffee for Louis and for you? Latte with oat milk? Or Zayn’s soup?” Niall offered.

“I take the latte, please. And thank you, again, for everything.”  

“Don’t mention it.” Niall looked sincere, reaching over the bar to grab Harry’s shoulder. “I’m always here to do my friends a favour.” He poured the back coffee into a cup for Louis while the porta filter machine worked on Harry’s latte.

When their coffees were done, he sent Harry on his way with a generous “It’s on the house” and a wink.

Packed with their breakfast and drinks, Harry didn’t have a free hand to take off his shoes when the beach laid before him, so he awkwardly walked through the sand of the very beach that slowly became an important part of his new home, towards the man who he knew was waiting for him.

As usual, Clifford was the first to spot him, or smell the food, and came running, trying to jump up on Harry. He barely managed to keep him at distance with his knee without spilling their drinks or having their food stolen by the curly dog.

"Morning Cliffy." Harry cooed. "Stay down, this is not for you." 

When he heard a whistle, Harry looked up and saw Louis on the porch of the light blue hut, leaning over the railing, smiling down at the scene.

"Clifford, come here. Let Harry live." He shouted and started to walk down the stairs, towards Harry and his dog.

"Good morning, love. Come here, let me take this." When he got to them, he shooed Clifford away and reached out to take the drinks from Harry’s hand. And then, without a single second of hesitation, Louis leaned in and kissed Harry. Right on his lips like it was the most normal thing to do.

Louis’ lips felt exactly like he remembered them from last night but were gone way too soon. Before Harry’s brain would signal his lips to move, Louis pulled away and smiled at him, looking shyer than his action made him seem.

"Hi." Harry breathed, feeling the dimples appear on his cheeks. Apparently, his brain remembered how to move certain parts of his body again, because, without a second thought, Harry reached out to cup Louis’s jaw with his hand and pulled him in again, boldly attaching their lips another time.

He could feel Louis smile into their kiss and take in a deep breath through his nose. Their kiss was sweet, so very different to the ones they had shared the night before but left his legs just as shaky. Louis’ skin under the palm of his hand felt warm and stubbly and Harry wanted to explore more of him with his hands and mouth.

But not here, not now.

He drew back, causing their lips to separate and opened his eyes to find Louis doing just the same. They looked at each other and for a moment it was just the two of them on the beach, both lost in their own little haze of lavender and the breeze of the sea.

"I don’t have a free hand to take yours right now but I need you to know that I would, if I could." Louis apologised. "I’m very happy you’re here."

Harry slowly let go of Louis’ face with a last stroke along his cheekbone and together they started to walk over to the blue hut side by side. Thinking back to the first time Harry saw Louis walking this exact way down the beach, he was amazed by how much his life had changed during these past weeks. Little had he known that they would soon be walking down the beach together, sharing breakfast and sharing kisses.

When they arrived on the porch, Louis placed the cups Niall had prepared for them onto the small table and pulled a chair out for Harry to sit.

"Merci." Harry giggled while sitting down and placing the paper bag on his lap to unpack their fruits.

"You’re welcome." Louis laughed. "I’m shit at French. Pardon. But wow, Haz, that looks so good." He inspected the selection Harry had brought from the farmers market and then followed to sit down at the table with Harry.

“Well I knew you’d get your coffee from Niall most mornings so I thought, why not have a breakfast along with it? Especially when you’ve already had quite a few cups.” Harry referred to Louis' message from earlier.

“That’s a great idea, especially when the breakfast comes with your company. I’d never say no to that.” Louis said genuinely while he looked deep into Harry’s eyes.

Feeling himself blush, Harry held their gaze for a moment and then proceeded to uncap the boxes of fruits and salad. “I wasn’t sure what you like, so I just brought a little bit of everything. Oh and… I’ve got us some croissants and pains au chocolat as well.”

“Harry Styles. How did you know that pains au chocolat are my favourite pastry of all time?” Louis joked, exaggerating the French pronunciation.

Harry playfully narrowed his eyes at him. “Are you making fun of me, Lou?”

“I would never joke about pastries, Hazza.” Louis clutched his chest in mock offence. “I do joke about your terrible simile about sleeping like a koala, though.” He laughed when he saw the face Harry was making.

“Excuses-moi? I’ll have you know that koalas are the animals who spend the most time sleeping. I think that’s a pretty great metaphor actually. It should be a thing.”

Harry loved their banter. How they joked back and forth, teasing but gentle. It was so easy with Louis, they just were, without giving it much thought, they just fit.

Louis just smiled at him, a spark in his eyes but this time he didn’t joke back. Instead, he nudged his foot under the table against Harry’s. “You’re adorable, you know?” Louis paused. “I’ve never met someone like you before.”

“Well… I’ve never met someone like you before as well.” Harry nudged back. He felt like reaching out, taking Louis’ hand and intertwining their fingers. So he did. “You know when I first saw you on this beach a while ago, I thought you were Liam, Zayn's crush,” Harry explained his thoughts from earlier. “I’m very glad you’re not.”

He made Louis laugh. “Me too, love. You know, I meant what I said last night. I had no idea who you were when I first saw you bending your whole body like it was nothing on that yoga mat, but I knew that I wanted to get to know you." He squeezed Harry’s hand just once and then rubbed little circles on it with his thumb. "I just… I couldn’t take my eyes off you."

Harry felt the blood rush into his cheeks, but he ignored it and decided to be brave instead. "I was so happy when Clifford stole my food, by the way." He let go of Louis’ hand and hid his face behind it. "Not sure if I’d had the guts to speak to you otherwise. Especially with everyone I spoke to praising you. You’ve got some real friends here."

"They are the best. Most of the time at least." Louis joked. "Niall can be a pain in the ass. But he makes great coffee." He said and lifted his cup up to his lips.

Harry watched him take a sip, darting his tongue out to lick a drop off of his lips afterwards. He gulped, eyes fixed on Louis’ mouth when he took another sip of his coffee.

Harry felt himself biting his lower lip and chose to bite into a croissant instead. Focussing his senses on the buttery taste on his tongue. It was delicious. In the meantime Louis had grabbed one of the strawberries, closing his lips around it as he took a bite, sucking the juice of the fruit into his mouth.

"Hmmm…" He almost moaned. "These are so good, you need to try them."

But Harry was busy taking some very deep breaths right now, trying to think of something to say to get Louis to talk again to stop him from obscenely eating fruits in Harry’s presence.

As Louis reached for another strawberry and stuck it in between his lips, Harry came up with the most basic question ever. "What do you like the most about Lavender Cove?" He asked, wanting to roll his eyes at himself at this uninspired attempt to make conversation.

Louis looked at him with a raised eyebrow, chewed and then licked some strawberry juice from his thumb before he answered.

Someone send help, now.

"I mean, obviously I love the sea. Obviously. But I think what I love the most is the night here. When everything is quiet and you sit on the beach and just listen to the waves endlessly lap on the shore." Louis reached out and grabbed a pain au chocolate. "On nights like today, when there’s not a single cloud in the sky, you can watch the stars and make out constellations. It’s very pretty."

And that, that wasn’t at all what Harry had suspected Louis’ answer to be. Somehow, this man proceeded to surprise him with every new bit Harry learned of him.

Harry watched Louis pull little pieces off of his pastry and put it into his mouth. Harry knew that he himself had a habit of sticking his tongue out before taking whatever bite but watching Louis eat, the way his jaw worked and he licked tiny spots of chocolate off his fingers did nothing to tame the need that was bubbling inside Harry for a while now, but especially since last nights events.

Focus Harry, this is a nice little breakfast. It’s not even 10 am.

"Oh. But that’s lovely. I used to love going stargazing back in my hometown but ever since I moved to London I never got to do it again. The city lights are so bright that you can’t really see the stars. It’s a shame really. I don’t know why I didn’t do it here yet. I didn’t even cross my mind."

"We should do it." Louis rushed to say. "We could meet tonight and take a walk and you could see how bright the stars are at night here at the coast."

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed. He was excited. He wanted to go and look at the stars with Louis right now if he only could. "Yes, please, let’s do that. That’s a great idea."

"Okay. That’s settled then. I’m off tomorrow too, so no getting up at dawn. I could pick you up at midnight at your cabin if you want?"

"Yes, perfect. That would be great, Lou." Harry smiled. He couldn’t wait until midnight. Only 15 hours to go.

"Nice. That’s a date then." Louis winked, the smile spreading all over his face with these wonderful blue eyes and sharp bones.

And oh.

Oh.
 
"A date." Harry echoed.

"I mean… if you want it to be." Louis sent him his most winning smile.

“Yeah. No. I mean, yes! I do! Of course, I do.” Harry blubbered, sounding more like he just accepted a proposal than an invitation to a date.

"Alright." Louis' smile was genuinely happy, as they both simultaneously reached out to grab their coffee cups. "So, Fuchsia Sea at midnight."

"I’ll be there," Harry replied, already planning an outfit inside his head.

They proceeded to have their breakfast, Harry learning that Louis never had watermelon feta salad before. He got him to try it though, and when Louis said that he never thought the combination would work but he actually liked it, Harry was beaming.

Clifford also got lucky, because Harry fed him little pieces of his watermelon and so he sat next to Harry, his head resting on Harry’s leg and happily chewed on the red fruit.

At some point, Liam got back from his patrol around the beach and stole a croissant, which earned him a swat from Louis. Harry chatted with him for a while until Liam’s phone rang and he excused himself to go inside the hut. Louis shouted "Say hi to Zayn from me" after him and they both watched as his neck turned a quite suspicious colour of red.

They ate and talked and laughed and shared glances and touches and Harry felt so at ease, like he hadn’t for a long time. It was immaculate.

When the beach slowly got more crowded and more and more people went into the water for a swim, Louis had to shift his attention to his job. Harry stayed for a little while longer and watched Louis do his job, while he enjoyed the English sun.

He realised that probably the biggest part of Louis’ job was to help the beach guests with all kinds of questions, keep an eye on reckless teenagers or treat small wounds from seashells or burns from jellyfish. He watched as Louis put some disinfectant and a band-aid on a little boy’s foot while telling him a funny story to cheer him up and make a smile reappear on his face.

Harry was mesmerised by Louis’ kindness and amiable personality. He couldn’t believe that somehow he had been able to draw Louis’ attention and he selfishly thought that he couldn’t wait to have him all for himself later again. Harry was floating in the feeling of always wanting more with Louis, leaving him in a blithe mood for the rest of the day.

When noon rolled along, it was time for Harry to walk back to Fuchsia Sea to start his shift. Reluctantly he walked over to Louis, who had just explained the shortest way to Bluebell Harbour to a couple who were on a bike trip along the beach. He placed a hand on Louis’ shoulder, making the man turn towards the touch, immediately wrapping his arms around Harry’s back when he saw who was approaching him.

"Hey babe, you leaving?" Louis asked, just like that.

Harry lifted his arms up to sling them around Louis’ neck but threw his head back, groaning. "Ugh, don’t call me that when I need to leave."

Louis laughed. "What?" He asked. "Babe?"

"Stop," Harry whined. "Zayn needs me at Fuchsia Sea."

"Sorry." Louis apologised with a chuckle. "Didn’t know that was doing it for you."

"You don’t know anything about that yet." Harry looked him straight in the eye.

"Yet," Louis repeated, slowly moving his hands lower from Harry’s waist towards his bum, stopping right before its swell, making him suck in a lungful of air.

"I’m sorry, I’m just teasing you, babe." Louis let out a laugh when Harry shoved him away but not letting go of Harry, keeping a firm hand on his waist. Instead, he pulled him closer and brought up a hand to his face, running his thumb over Harry’s plush lips.

His gaze fixed on Harry’s lips, Louis leaned in and pressed a kiss on his lips. Louis’ were closed but there was nothing innocent in that kiss. It was purposeful and done with emphasis, just like Harry wanted it, to remember the feeling until he would see Louis tonight.

When Louis stepped back, Harry let his hands slide down from his neck over the muscles of his chest, feeling them move under his touch.

"Go," Louis said. "Or I won’t let you."

Harry stepped back, one hand in the straps of his bag slung over his shoulder and the other in the pocket of his shorts.

"I’ll see you tonight." Harry said, his eyes never leaving Louis’.

"I can’t wait."

Before Harry fell over some other people’s legs, he turned around and left the beach, but looked back one more time to see Louis still watching him leave.

So he smiled to himself and wondered how Louis managed to spark something in him that he thought had burned down in a fire back in London.

Maybe happiness did in fact come in the form of Louis Tomlinson for him. 

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The plan had been to catch an hour or two of sleep after his shift at Fuchsia Sea to settle his nerves and get some much-needed rest for his date with Louis at midnight.

My date. With Louis.

Instead, he had pulled almost all of the clothes in his possession out of the drawer and spread them on his bed in search of an outfit to wear. In the end, he decided on a pair of wide-leg jeans, a white tank top and a brown cardigan with yellow ducks stitched on it, hoping it would provide him a little bit of warmth in the slightly cold English night.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror in the cabin, five minutes before Louis was due to arrive, he put a light blue beaded necklace around his neck to complete the look. His curls on top of his head were soft looking and at least kind of tamed and he took one last deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.

The tingly feeling inside his tummy did not stop once for the whole day since Louis and he agreed to meet at midnight but right now it reached its peak. He was not really nervous though, he was giddy and excited, just happy to get to see Louis again.

He was trying one of his yoga breathing exercises when there was a knock on the cabin’s front door and Harry spun around. For ten seconds he was just staring at the door, unmoving, until he got his limbs under control and rushed over to open the door.

In front of it was Louis, his smile like a sudden beam of sunlight in the middle of the night and his arms full of stuff. In one arm, he was carrying a takeaway bag from The Higher Tides, and in the other a potted plant. Harry wondered how he even managed to knock on the door like that.

Louis was in slim-fitted blue jeans and a plain white shirt. On top of that, he wore a brown-coloured fake velour leather jacket that looked extremely soft and comfortable. Harry wanted to snuggle into him right away. 

"Hi, babe," Louis said with a smirk, and Harry's breath hitched.  "Sorry, can I come in for one second? I brought you something."

Stepping aside, Harry made room for Louis to walk into his cabin and watched as he put the bag on the small coffee table next to their painting, that rested against a candle. He watched as Louis looked at it for a moment and then turned around to face Harry, after taking a look around the cabin.

“This place looks cosy. Fits you.” Louis commented. In his hands, he still held the potted plan, that he now handed to Harry.

"I don’t know, maybe this is absolutely stupid but I didn’t want to come empty-handed to our date. So I thought I bring you flowers but they always die after a few days and… I kinda wanted something that lasts. Anyway, I got you a plant. Oh, and the pot reminded me of our painting and our plan tonight."

Harry turned the pot in his hand and held it away from his body to look at it. It was a beautiful Philodendron White Princess in a white ceramic pot with colourful mushrooms painted on it. In the centre sat a mint-coloured frog with a purple fly agaric as a hat under a crescent moon and stars.

Louis was right, it reminded him so much of the colourful painting Louis got to take home with him. That Louis chose this to get for Harry as a little surprise left him absolutely speechless.

Maybe he had stared a little too long at the plant.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked, a concerned look on his face when Harry’s eyes met his. "You didn’t say a word since I knocked on your door."

Harry looked at the pot again and back up at Louis. "No, I, this is perfect, Lou. It’s just, it’s a lot but it’s very thoughtful, thank you so much." Harry had to blink a few times, not wanting to risk shedding a tear over a pot in front of Louis.

"Okay, then I’m very happy you like it." Louis smiled and his eyes lit up again. "The girl who sold these to me said that flowers are for first dates but plants are for soulmates and I just couldn’t get you dying flowers so, yeah, this is what I got you, hoping you would like it." Louis continued, pointing at the plant in Harry’s hand.

Harry looked at him wide-eyed, feeling at loss for words at Louis' story about his choice of present. Louis got him a soulmate plant.

How did I manage to find a man like you when I needed it the most, Louis Tomlinson?

He must have looked quite troubled because Louis stepped closer, took the plant off of his hand and set it on the coffee table. "Okay, maybe I should stop talking now. I really don’t want to scare you away." Louis chuckled to relieve some of the tension.

Then suddenly he stood right in front of Harry again, taking both his hands in his.

"Hi, love," Louis said and waited for Harry to answer.

"Hey." Harry breathed, the feeling of Louis' hands in his immediately calming his nerves and rapidly working brain, which was still trying to process what was happening.

"Hi. Ready?" Louis asked, and when Harry nodded he leaned in to place a soft kiss on Harry’s lips without waiting for his answer. "Let’s go then." He let go of one of Harry’s hands, grabbed the bag he brought with him and then pulled Harry along towards the door.

Grabbing his keys and phone on his way out, Harry let himself be pulled and together they walked out of his cabin door and onto the porch.

"Oh, I brought us coffee, by the way," Louis said when they left the garden and walked down the pebble stone path in front of Fuchsia Sea, holding up the paper bag. "I hope they are still warm." He pulled two to-go cups out, handed one to Harry and threw the bag into the next bin they walked by.

“Thanks, Lou."

"I paid a high price for this. Niall knew immediately who my order would be for. He only sold it to me in exchange for answers. Guess he will never let me hear the end of it." Louis laughed lightheartedly and managed to loosen the knot inside of Harry.

"That man is too nosy." Harry laughed back. "Did he tell you about his little stunt he pulled?"

They walked towards the beach while Harry told Louis everything about Niall’s last night's plan, taking sips of their luckily still warm coffees. While they agreed that Niall may be a nosy lad they really had to thank him for giving them both a little push, Harry felt Louis’ hand slide down his arm until it reached his hand.

Harry took it, intertwined their fingers and held them tight, while Louis led them down the cobblestone road along the beach. The road they followed took them out of town, away from the lights that could possibly disturb the shining stars in the night sky.

The familiar, steady waves and the sounds of the crickets accompanied them on their way when Louis pulled Harry along with him off of the road until they stood in front of a wooden gate.

"Please tell me there’s not something dangerous behind that gate." He joked, secretly hoping that there wasn’t.

"Depends." Louis laughed and opened the gate for them to step through.

"Depends?" Harry repeated. "On what?"

"If you’re suffering from Vaccaphobia?" Louis answered with a smirk on his face, while they kept walking through knee-high grass, side by side, on a pitch-black meadow.

Before Harry could even ask what the heck Vaccaphobia even was, he heard it. There was a deep, long "Moo" coming from their left. He stopped right in his tracks and stared at Louis.

"Cows?" Harry asked bewildered.

"One hundred points to Gryffindor, Harry!" Louis cackled and started to walk again, pulling Harry along with him. "Come on, they are friendly. A little curious sometimes but nothing to be afraid of."

"I hope so. I really don’t want to die today because of some furious cows that were disturbed in their beauty sleep."

"Trust me, not going to happen, love."

Miraculously they made it to the end of the meadow without being attacked. But when the gate came into their sight, the cutest cow that Harry had ever seen was standing close to it. In the darkness, Harry couldn’t really make out its colour, maybe a very light brown. 

"Oh my god, it’s fluffy." He cooed into Louis' ear, leaning close, his voice not more than a whisper to not draw too much attention to them.

"I know Harry, fluffy and friendly."

"Do you think I can pet it?" Harry asked, suddenly feeling very excited about the cute animal encounter.

"Sure, just beware of the tongue." Louis let go of his hand, waiting by the gate while Harry slowly walked over to greet the cow.

When he got close, it curiously stuck out its nose to sniff at his hand. Harry waited patiently while quietly showering her with all the compliments he could think of. He just wanted to reach out to scratch her forehead when suddenly a very long and very warm tongue appeared and licked all over the back of his hand.

The sound he let out made Louis laugh out loud behind him, and Harry turned around to him. "Heeeeey!" He complained.

"Sorry!" Harry thought he could see Louis defensively raising his hands in the dark. "I warned you, though."

Harry rolled his eyes, knowing that Louis wouldn’t be able to tell and turned back around. He successfully stroked the fluffy fur of the cow a few times before he walked back to Louis, who had already opened the gate for them. The sounds of the waves were much louder now, telling Harry that they were quite close to the sea.

"Thank you." He said, taking Louis’ hand again as they walked down a little trail. "That was a very nice surprise." He stopped them for a moment and leaned over to press a light kiss on Louis’ cheek.

The moonlight illuminated Louis’ face and Harry saw him smiling back at him, while Louis reached out to touch the spot where Harry’s lips had just been.

"I thought you might like them. Was worth the little detour." Louis explained, reaching out to run his fingers over Harry’s cheek now. "Thanks for trusting me with the dangerous animals." He said, cheekily, and then he kissed Harry.

They stood in the middle of nowhere, somewhere at the English coast, between the beach and a cows’ meadow and Harry felt like this was where his whole life had led him to be. To be kissed by Louis to the sound of crashing waves and the only witnesses were some fluffy cows and the stars in the sky.

Louis’ way of kissing was skilful, parting Harry’s lips with just the right amount of pressure of his tongue, nibbling at his bottom lip while keeping a firm grip at the back of his head. He held Harry close, not breaking contact once while their tongues tangled and Louis so easily controlled their kiss. Harry pressed himself into him, reaching out to Louis' waist to steady himself and slipped his fingers under Louis’ shirt, giving in to the need to just feel. Feel his skin. Feel Louis.

Way too suddenly, Louis stepped out of Harry’s hold, broke their kiss and let go of Harry’s head, reaching for his hands again.

"Let’s go." He said after he cleared his throat. "I promised to look at the stars with you."

He pulled Harry along again, while Harry tried to discreetly handle the situation in his jeans.

For a while, they quietly walked along the beach, after slipping out of their shoes. The moon was shining down on them, the light reflecting on the water of the ocean and Louis’ hand in his was warm and sure, while the waves, playing around their naked feet, were cold.

The coffee in their cups was long gone and there were no seagulls in the sky singing their song. It was peaceful but it was so much more than Harry had expected it to be. It was easy and comfortable, it was exhilarating and addictive. It made Harry want to spend every future night in the intoxicating presence of Louis beside him.

Soon, the familiar light blue lifeguard hut came into view and  Louis walked them right over to it. Together they sat down on the wooden stairs that led up to the little porch where they had their lovely breakfast the day before and placed their empty cups beside them.

Louis leaned back and spread his arm behind Harry on the steps, encouraging him to lean his weight on Louis, trying to find some warmth in him, as he cuddled into Louis’ soft jacket. The air around them was chilly because of the starry night. Together they looked up to the sky, finally taking in the view.

"Do you know anything about constellations?" Harry whispered after they had stared at the stars for a while.

"No," Louis replied after a moment and then turned his head to look at Harry. "Do you?"

"Not anymore." Harry sighed. "I used to sit with my stepdad in our garden and hope to see shooting stars and sometimes he would point out constellations and explain their meaning. But it was so long ago that I can’t really remember anymore."

"Sounds like a lovely memory, though, Haz." He could feel Louis’ hand on the crook of his neck now, softly resting on his skin. "There’s something weirdly soothing about a clear night sky like this, innit?" He paused. "Or maybe it’s the company."

He didn’t look at Harry, just proceeded to gaze at the sky while his fingers massaged circles into the skin at the back of Harry’s neck, almost drawing a moan out of him. He rolled his eyes back and sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in.

"Definitely the company." Harry managed to mumble under his breath. "Wouldn’t call it soothing, tho."

"No?" Louis finally stopped the sweet torture of his fingers and turned to look at Harry. "What would you call it, babe?"

"Fuck." Harry hissed when Louis all but moaned the nickname close to his ear.

"Hmm?" Louis teased, reaching out to place his other hand, which wasn’t holding his neck, on Harry’s leg. He squeezed the muscle that felt like jelly under his touch, just once, and moved slowly, painfully slowly to slide his hand up Harry’s leg.

Holding his breath, Harry’s eyes locked on Louis’, who was watching him like a hawk. He melted under Louis’ intense gaze and his touch, seeing nothing but pure need staring back at him.

"Please." Harry couldn’t hold back the whine, that escaped his lips. It wasn’t enough, that little bit of skin contact on the back of Harry’s neck was not nearly enough to satisfy the biting want to have Louis. “Please, Lou.”

Louis’ hand had reached the hem of Harry’s cardigan and slipped underneath, he groaned quietly when he had to pull Harry’s tank top out of his jeans to reach the skin of his belly. But when he finally made contact with Harry’s burning skin, he spread his palm and moved it all the way up to Harry’s abs, letting his fingers glide over the bumps of the muscles that involuntarily flexed under his touch.

Harry was panting, his head fell back but Louis’ grip on his neck caught him, while he still explored Harry’s upper body with his other hand.

“Come on, babe,” Louis whispered, grabbing Harry’s waist and pulling Harry towards him. Again, Harry easily followed his lead. Always followed Louis when he took control of the situation. Just like he did all night. He lifted himself up and slung one leg over Louis, sitting down on his lap. It wasn’t the easiest task to do with them still sitting on the stairs of the hut but as soon as Harry’s body weight rested on his thighs, Louis let out a deep moan, making the position more than worth it.

As soon as Harry sat down, he lost any remaining control of his body, his hips starting to move on their own. He ground his hips into Louis’ and let his head fall forward, his forearms resting on Louis’ shoulders.

Immediately Louis’ lips were on his, his tongue slipping into Harry’s waiting mouth, their kiss a heated mess of clashing teeth, bites and breathy moans while Harry rolled his hips relentlessly.

Louis still held his waist in a death grip, surely leaving his fingerprints on Harry’s skin, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he hoped Louis would leave more marks than these on his skin.

It was like Louis had read his mind, when he broke their kiss apart and nibbled his way down Harry’s jaw and throat, leaving bites along the way while he sucked on Harry’s skin and soothed it with his tongue when he moved forward. It was intoxicating and Harry panted into Louis’ ear, while his hips still worked.

Harry was painfully hard in his jeans, searching for friction against Louis’ pelvis, meeting his hard length with every roll of his hips.

“Fuck, Haz.” Louis moaned into his neck. “Feel how hard you made me? This is so good, babe.” He praised, encouraging Harry to keep going.

One of Louis’ hands left his waist and travelled down, cupping his hard length over his jeans, making Harry bite into Louis' shoulder to stop himself from crying out in pleasure.

“Look at you,” Louis let go of Harry’s neck to take the view of Harry on his lap in, “look at you being so ready for me.”

“Just for you.” Harry quickly replied, his eyes searching for Louis’ in the dark.

Louis pressed their lips together again but then started to wiggle underneath Harry. "Okay, up. Let's go inside."

Carefully Harry pushed himself off of Louis' lap, waiting until Louis was up on his feet as well. When they stood face to face, Louis reached out to brush his thumb over Harry’s cheekbone. "I can’t believe I get to have you." Louis breathed against Harry’s lips but then drew away and rested his forehead against Harry’s. Their heated bodies were so close that Harry swore he could feel Louis’ heavily beating heart against his.

For a moment Harry let himself float in the familiar scent of Louis, while he could still taste his kiss on his lips.

Smiling, Louis took both of Harry’s hands in his and pulled him along, moving backwards towards the door of the lifeguard hut. With a key from his jeans pocket, he opened the door and let Harry step inside first, turning on a floor lamp, that bathed the room in a soft, warm light.

The inside of the hut was small, the wooden walls painted in the same light blue colour. Most of the space was taken up by two thick, stacked mattresses that were pushed into one corner and draped with comfy-looking covers and pillows.

There was also a table with a pair of chairs, a cabinet for first aid supplies, and a clock and a calendar with the lifeguard's work schedule. A small window let in some of the moonlight, shining on the mattresses in front of it. Harry also noticed the model of an airplane standing on a drawer on one side of the room, being the only piece of decoration in this small hut. It smelled like wood and the sea, the waves still audible from outside, even with the door closed.

Stepping further into the hut, Harry felt Louis’ hands sneak around his waist from behind and not even a second later, he pressed himself to Harry’s back, going back to work on leaving marks all over Harry’s neck.

Harry tilted his head, making more room for Louis, while he slipped his hands under Harry’s shirt again. Harry shivered under his touch and pressed his back even closer to Louis. Against his bum, he could feel the hard outline of Louis’ cock and Harry rolled his hips once again, trying to create friction, his head spinning with imagination of 'what ifs'.

What if Louis would slip his hand into his jeans now?

What if there were no layers of clothes between them?

What if he could feel the tip of Louis’ cock pressing against his rim?

What if Louis would slam into him, burying himself completely in Harry?

What if…

Harry moaned, his imagination running wild with the feeling of Louis so close.

"Tell me what you’re thinking about." Louis rasped into his neck. "What do you want, babe?"

"You," Harry begged. "Please, just want all of you."

"Okay, love." Slowly, Louis spun Harry around and walked him backwards until Harry’s ass bumped into the table. "'I’ve got you."

Leaning into a bruising kiss, Louis grabbed the hem of Harry’s tank top and cardigan and lifted it up, raising a questioning eyebrow. He waited for Harry to eagerly nod until he pulled them all the way over Harry’s head.

Standing half naked in front of Louis, Harry felt his burning eyes trail all over his skin, a strangled noise escaping his lips.

"Oh, Harry," Louis murmured. "Fuck me, you’re stunning, love." He run his curious fingers all over Harry’s torso, softly brushing over Harry’s nipples.

Harry had to throw his head back and bite down a moan.

"God, I wish you could see yourself like this. All flushed skin and those marks on your neck…" Louis trailed off and pressed his teasing fingers into the bruises he had left on Harry’s throat and collarbones earlier, making Harry whimper in building pleasure. "… will be on you for days. All mine." Louis teased possessively and Harry had to press his palms onto the table to keep himself upright.

But Louis wasn’t done yet. Instead, he sank to his knees in front of Harry, his face now level with Harry’s cock. Harry felt himself leaking into his briefs. 

Making eye contact, Louis wetted his lips. "Are you okay with this? Can I take the rest of your clothes off?"

"Holy shit. Yes. Please, Lou." Harry pleaded, not sure how he was still able to form words, his head swimming with how much he needed some kind of relief, and at the same time again mesmerised by the empathetic way Louis treated him, always making sure he had Harry’s consent.

And so Louis began to unbutton his jeans, hooking his fingers into Harry’s briefs and pulling both of them down to his knees in one motion. His cock twitched and stood hard right in front of Louis' face and Harry knew that he would never in his life forget the view that he was facing.

Licking his lips, Louis helped Harry to step out of his jeans and then smirked at Harry before he dove forward and gently bit into the flesh of Harry’s thigh. Harry was unable to hold back a long moan that formed in his throat, as his eyes fixed on Louis between his legs. Louis pressed a soothing kiss on the same spot he had just scraped with his teeth and stroked both his hands up Harry’s thigh. The stubble of his beard burned heavenly on Harry’s skin.

When he reached the laurel tattoos on Harry’s lower belly, Louis leaned in to suck at them. "Your body Harry, fuck I want you so bad." He groaned into Harry’s skin while his kisses led him south until he ended up at the tip of Harry’s cock.

When he felt Louis’ breath tickle on its wet head, it twitched and Louis met Harry’s eyes again, a playful glint in Louis’.

His lips darkened and wet with saliva, Louis grabbed the base of Harry’s cock, stuck out his tongue and licked a wet stripe all the way up to its head, leaving a burning trail for Harry to focus on. Then, pulling the foreskin back to expose the head, Louis pointed his tongue to dip it into the slit.

By now, Harry was a whimpering mess of "Yes, Lou," and "Please," even though he didn’t even know what he was begging for. He just needed more and he trusted Louis to give it to him.

He watched as Louis hollowed his cheeks to sink down on Harry and felt himself engulfed in the wet heat of Louis’ perfect mouth. With just the right amount of pressure, Louis began to move his lips, sucking down Harry’s cock as far as he could while falling into an intoxicating rhythm. Slick noises filled the hut, while Harry watched as Louis palmed himself through his own jeans, his cock terribly hard under his hand.

Harry tried hard to keep himself together and not come into Louis’ mouth without a warning, but the constant torture and built-up tension made his brain fuzzy and his heart was pounding inside his chest.

With a pop, Louis released his cock and placed one last kiss on its tip before standing up and pushing his tongue into Harry’s waiting mouth. He could taste himself on Louis’ tongue and knowing where Louis’ mouth had just been, it was so hot, Harry couldn’t hold back a moan.

With their mouths desperately moving together, Harry reached out to push Louis' jacket off of his shoulders, making it slip down his arms. His shirt was next, forcing them to break their kiss when Harry pulled it off.

For a moment they paused, their lips not touching as they stood and breathed in each other's air, making Harry feel even more light-headed than he had already been.

"What are you doing to me, Haz?" Louis asked rhetorically, leaning his forehead against Harry’s. Harry felt him move while their foreheads were the only contact and when Louis leaned back, he stood naked in front of Harry.

It was the first time he got to see all of Louis' body, from his strong legs, over his thick, hard cock and up to his prominent collarbones. He was gorgeous.

"You’re so gorgeous," Harry said because his brain-to-mouth filter had long ago stopped working after feeling drunk on everything that Louis was.

There was a tiny bit of blush appearing on Louis’ cheeks and Harry decided that he needed to compliment him more often if this was Louis’ reaction to it.

"Turn around for me, please, babe," Louis said, and placed his hands on Harry’s hips, guiding him. Harry stole one more kiss before he let himself be moved.

Harry was facing the table now, his back turned to Louis when he felt him place a hand between his shoulder blades, applying slight pressure and guiding his body to bend. Like this, Harry leaned with his forearms on the table and rested his head on it, too, panting in anticipation.

Behind him, Louis stepped closer until Harry could feel the tip of Louis’ length brush against the cheeks of his ass.

What if…

"Fuck, babe. Look at you, bent over for me. I wanted to do that since the first time I saw you on the beach. " He leaned over Harry, placing a kiss between his shoulder blades where his hand had just been moments before. "Can’t wait to see what your body is able to do. My beautiful goddess." Louis scraped his teeth over his skin.

Harry let out a whimper because Louis’ cock had found his way between his cheeks, poking at his hole.

"Louis, need you. Now." Harry felt like all he did was beg for Louis to finally give him what he needed. “Please.”

"Always so polite, babe. But yeah okay… okay." Louis said and stepped away from Harry, who groaned at the loss of Louis’ cock against his bum.

Louis appeared in his field of vision, though, leaning down and bringing his finger under Harry’s chin, making him meet his eyes.

“You want this right? We’re not going too fast for you?” There was the hint of concern in Louis’ eyes but Harry needed him to know that he did want this. So he shook his head through the hazy feeling in his brain.

“No love, I’m going to need words from you. You look so beautiful bent over this table for me, and so I need to be extra sure. Do you want me to fuck you like this?”

“Oh god.” Harry groaned and had to close his eyes for a moment, his imagination running wild again. When he met Louis’ eyes they were sincere, patiently waiting for Harry to form words.

“Need it, Lou. Please.” Harry begged.

"Good boy," Louis smirked and brushed his thumb over Harry’s plush lips before he let go, leaving Harry to melt into the table.

“Just one more thing,” Louis said, keeping his eyes on Harry’s and his hand on his face. “I’m not gonna fuck you bare the very first time I’ll get to have you like this, but for the future, are you clean?”

Harry’s breath came in fitful puffs, his brain creating images of Louis’ come dripping out of his leaking hole. He moaned.

“Yes, yes I am. Got checked last time in London for work a few months ago and… I haven’t been with anyone since then." He rushed to say, just wanting to finally feel Louis inside him.

Louis smiled at him. "Okay. Me too, just last month. Not now though, one step at a time, babe."

Harry nodded, the promise of them doing this again in the future sparking a different kind of excitement in him, as Louis’ touch on his face disappeared.

He heard Louis’ steps on the wooden floor, followed by the sound of a drawer opening. Glancing up, Harry watched as Louis pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom, closed the drawer and walked back to Harry, positioning himself behind him again.

The position Harry was in, laying on the table with his bum presented for Louis, could easily make him feel vulnerable and exposed, but Harry felt safe and worshipped. Especially because Louis now ran a single finger over his burning skin, slowly trailing a path over Harry’s back towards his bum.

"Ready?" Louis asked as he uncapped the bottle and Harry heard him squirt some of the lube on his fingers.

"Yeah, Lou." Harry panted in anticipation, lifting his head a bit to look behind him.

He felt his breath tremble as Louis’ finger with the cold liquid came into contact with his crack. Louis used one hand to pull his cheeks apart, granting him better access to Harry’s hole.

"So pretty, love." Louis praised as he began to circle Harry’s rim with his finger, teasingly. Harry arched his back, wanting nothing more than Louis’ finger, or preferably his cock, inside him.

When Louis’ finger finally breached Harry’s hole to spread some of the lube inside of him, Harry inhaled sharply, his whole body going limp. Louis teased his finger in and out a few times before he spread some more lube around his rim. Then his finger was gone and Harry heard how he opened the package of the condom. Harry watched him roll it onto his length and then take some more lube from the bottle before he tossed it on the table.

Louis leaned over and placed some more kisses between Harry’s shoulder blades. "Okay, babe. Fuck, I can’t believe I get to finally have you." Louis moaned and Harry could only whimper, not able to say anything, his body waiting for Louis to finally push inside him.

"Relax for me, love," Louis said and finally Harry felt the tip of his wet head against his hole. Exhaling one last time, Harry tried to relax all his muscles and then he felt Louis push in.

His knees were buckling under him, but Louis' grip on his hips was firm, keeping him from slipping away. The stars they had watched in the night sky earlier somehow had found their way into the hut and Harry’s every sense was focused on Louis there with him.

Slowly Louis pushed all the way in and groaned when he had buried himself completely into Harry. "Fuck Hazza, oh my god."

They were both panting heavily and Harry wished he could see Louis' face, but then Louis pulled back, just to push right in again, making Harry forget everything but the friction of Louis’ hard cock inside him.

Both of Louis’ hands on his hips pulled him down hard, while he drew back once again and then slammed back into Harry when he felt that Harry was ready for him to set a pace.

The sounds of snapping hips and smacking skin filled the hut, while they moaned and gasped, Harry letting out a string of "Lou, Lou, Lou," with every snap of Louis’ hips.

He felt Louis reach out and knead his fingers into Harry’s curls, giving them a slight pull, Harry following the pull by arching his back a little more.

“So flexible for me. You look fucking sinful, love.” Harry would never get enough of Louis’ praising words.

Harry lost track of time, giving himself completely into the floating feeling that always came in Louis’ presence until he heard Louis behind him.

"Fuck, I need to see your face." He stopped the rhythm he had built and held the condom as he slipped out of Harry, one hand always on Harry’s skin, though, not breaking their contact.

"Can you stand?" Louis asked, worry in his voice as he saw how pliant Harry laid on that table, from being bent over for so long and getting his bum fucked relentlessly by Louis.

"Yeah, I think." Harry breathed, using his hands to push himself up and found himself with Louis arm slung around his waist as soon as he stood. Louis walked them over to the mattresses, letting Harry sit before he climbed onto them as well.

As soon as Louis sat down, Harry climbed into his lap again, similar to when they had sat outside on the stairs, yet so different. With one hand Harry grabbed Louis’ cock, slowly sinking down on it, while he held onto Louis' shoulder for support with the other one.

Immediately he found himself in Louis’ embrace, feeling so much closer to the man than he had ever before while he sat with his cock up his ass in the tightest hug.

"Much better," Louis mumbled and captured Harry’s lips in a desperate kiss that gave away how badly Louis had needed this closeness too.

Losing himself in Louis’ warmth, Harry began to move his hips, feeling Louis so unbelievably deep inside of him, while his cock was caught between their bellies, constantly leaking precome with how close to ecstasy Harry was feeling.

"Oh god." Harry moaned when he lifted himself up just to sink back down on Louis’ cock again and felt it brush against his prostate, sending sparks all across his body. Aiming for that spot again and again Harry worked hard, breaking out into a sweat while Louis tried his best to support him with his arms tightly around his back.

Harry wasn’t able to tell where one of them ended and the other began, feeling so much as one with Louis at this moment.

When Louis’ groans and pants became louder and more frantic, he suddenly flipped Harry over and laid him on his back, climbing over him without pulling out.

Louis leaned onto his forearms next to Harry’s head and crushed his lips onto Harry’s hungrily when he started to rock his hips in a torturous rhythm, chasing his climax.

"Fuck, babe." Louis groaned into Harry’s mouth as he pounded into Harry’s prostate again and again, while Harry dug his fingers into the flesh of Louis’ back, surely leaving marks in the process. "I’m gonna come. Fuck." Louis was a moaning mess on top of him.

Throwing his head back, Harry lost himself in the thought of Louis coming inside of him, while his thrusts became more frantic, losing the rhythm he had built.

On top of him, Louis shifted his weight to his left arm and reached out to run his right hand up Harry’s torso, over his abs and pecs until he stopped at Harry’s neck. He didn’t apply any pressure, just gently laid his fingers around Harry’s throat and thrust his hips as hard as he could, making Harry’s body rock under his touch. The image he created in Harry’s brain though, made him lose control of his body completely.

"So close. God, Louis. Come, please. Lou." Harry panted, feeling the pleasure washing over him like the waves at the shore, as he came, his come painting his and Louis’ bellies in white streaks.

Louis held his gaze while Harry came with his name on his lips and with a few more thrusts and one last deep snap of his hip, Louis buried himself deep inside Harry, coming into the condom with a deep guttural groan.

Resting his head on Harry’s shoulder, Louis rode off his orgasm, and then flopped down with his whole body weight onto Harry, making him laugh in surprise, smearing Harry’s come between them.

"Holy shit, Haz." Louis sounded completely wrecked, his voice nothing but a rasp. "What happened here?"

"No idea." Harry was trying to catch his breath, his heart still daring to jump out of his chest. "Can’t talk. Too much."

Louis chuckled about Harry’s non-existing ability to form sentences and so Harry playfully smacked his shoulder, making Louis laugh even more.

Again it was so easy with Louis, no awkward silence, no uncomfortable slipping under the covers without looking at each other after the heat of the moment. No, just Louis who kept Harry in a tight embrace, refusing to let go after they shared so much intimacy and took whatever they had to the next level.

Floating.

They laid, quietly talking about everything and anything, while Harry pressed soft kisses onto Louis’ skin and the scar on his right arm, until Louis slowly got up, but not without another stolen kiss to Harry’s lips. Harry watched him pull off the condom and toss it into a bin and then open the first aid box.

"Ahhh," Louis said and came back with a package of baby wipes. He pulled a few out and then wiped all the come off of Harry’s belly before cleaning himself up too.

Harry climbed under the covers while he was alone on the mattresses and waited patiently for Louis to join him. When he finally did, Louis laid behind Harry, spreading his palm on Harry’s stomach and pulled him closer, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Harry’s neck and inhaling deeply.

"You smell so good, love. Like the sweetest fruits I’ve ever tasted, the juiciest orange I’ve ever had.” Harry felt his stubble brush over his skin as Louis took another lung-full of his scent. “Hope you don’t mind being the little spoon?" Louis asked and they fit so perfectly together, it was hard for Harry’s hazy brain to grasp.

"No, it’s perfect like this." Harry sighed, letting himself sink deeper into Louis’ touch and the mattress.

It was quiet for a while between them, both of them enjoying the calming feeling of each other's close company.

"Thank you for going on this first date with me," Louis whispered right before Harry drifted off to sleep and breathed a feather-light kiss onto Harry’s neck.

"Thank you for showing me the stars at the coast. I can’t wait for the next one." Harry whispered back, his last words before sleep took him.

Chapter Text

The waves lapped against the shore, a soothing rhythm that lulled Harry into a peaceful slumber. His head nestled into the crook of Louis' neck, their bodies tangled together in a chaos of sheets and limbs. The sun streamed in through the cracks of the wooden boards, casting a warm, golden light across their faces.

Harry let out a soft sigh, the gentle motion ruffling Louis' hair. Louis shifted slightly, nuzzling his nose into Harry's neck. His arm was wrapped around Harry's waist, holding him close. For a moment, everything was still and quiet, and they could have stayed like that forever.

But then, Louis stirred, sitting up abruptly. He blinked several times, looking around in confusion before his eyes landed on the clock on the wall. It was almost nine.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, bolting upright. "I'm late for work!" He began frantically searching through the mess on the floor, tossing clothes and towels aside in his panic. "Haz, wake up sunshine, we have to go!"

Harry sat up, blinking sleepily. "Go where?"

"The animal shelter!" Louis wailed. "I'm supposed to help out today!"

Harry rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Oh, okay." He glanced around, taking in the disarray of the hut. "Um, Lou, you might want to put some clothes on before we leave."

Louis stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Harry, blushing. "Oh, right," he mumbled, quickly fishing a pair of boxer briefs out of the mess. He stepped into them and then pulled a t-shirt over his head, still avoiding eye contact. "Sorry about that. I fucking forgot."

Harry smiled reassuringly. "It's okay. I mean, we were kinda busy earlier." He gestured towards their dishevelled state, and they both laughed softly. "So, what time did you say you need to be there?"

Louis glanced at the clock again, then scrambled to find his phone. "Um, I think I’m supposed to start at ten. But usually, I’m there early to help set up." He checked his messages, frowning. "Shit, I have so many texts from Sarah. She's going to kill me for being late."

Harry laughed, pulling Louis into a warm embrace. "Don't worry about it. We'll make sure we get you there on time." He kissed the top of Louis' head, inhaling the familiar scent of his shampoo.

Louis sighed, leaning into the touch. "Thanks, love. I really appreciate it." He glanced around the hut one more time, then began gathering up his things. "We should probably get going, huh?"

"Yeah, we should," Harry agreed, put on his clothes from yesterday and followed him out of the hut. The bright sunlight nearly blinded them as they emerged from the shade of the porch of the hut, and they squinted against it, shielding their eyes. The beach stretched out before them, the sand sparkling like diamonds in the morning light.

"I'm sorry I didn't realise how early I needed to be there," Louis said, looking a bit sheepish. "I guess I wasn't really thinking straight."

Harry shook his head about the pun, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's fine, Lou. We’ll get there in time. Don’t worry about it.”

They began to walk towards the town centre, their hands entwined. Harry glanced down at their joined fingers, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at the simple, intimate gesture.

"So, what do you have to do today at the shelter?" he asked, trying to distract himself from his own thoughts.

"Well, mostly just help with whatever they need me to," Louis replied, his tone still a bit tense. "You know, clean cages, walk the dogs, play with the cats. I usually end up helping out in the office too, answering phones or helping people fill out paperwork."

They walked in silence for a moment, the warmth of each other's company comforting in the face of the cool morning breeze. Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him as they strolled down the sidewalk, their hands still intertwined. It was strange how quickly things could change, how the world could spin you in a completely different direction with just a few simple words.

And kisses. So many hot kisses.

He glanced at Louis out of the corner of his eye, taking in the way the sunlight danced across his features, the way his hair fell across his forehead when he was deep in thought. He felt a pang of guilt for keeping him out here so long last night, for not being more considerate of his schedule. But somehow, he didn't think Louis was the type to hold a grudge.

They turned the corner onto a quieter street, the morning noise of the town fading away as they walked beneath the shade of overhanging trees. The air was thick with the scent of flowers and the sound of birdsongs. It was almost enough to make them both forget where they were going and just enjoy the moment.

"So, I guess you must really like working with animals, hm?" Harry asked, glancing over at Louis. "I mean, it's not everyone who would want to spend their free time cleaning out cages."

"Well, I do enjoy it," Louis replied, his voice soft. "I've always had a thing for animals. I guess it just sort of... happened." He shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Besides, it's not all that bad. There's something really rewarding about helping them, you know? Seeing them happy and healthy, knowing that you had a hand in that... It's a good feeling."

Harry nodded, understanding the sentiment. He and Louis had been walking for several minutes now, and they had reached the outskirts of town. Ahead of them laid the shelter, a sprawling, old building nestled amongst the trees. The sun was starting to rise higher in the sky, and its rays cast a warm glow over the pale stone walls.

"I can see why you like it here," he commented, looking around at the peaceful surroundings. "It's really beautiful."

"It is," Louis agreed, nodding in agreement. "It's one of the reasons why I wanted to work here. The animals are obviously a big part of it, but the people who run this place are amazing too. They really care about the animals and the community. It's nice to be a part of something like that."

Harry followed Louis as he led the way up the path to the front door of the shelter. The closer they got, the more he could hear the sounds of movement and activity within. There were barks and meows, the clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation. It was a comforting noise that made him feel welcome, even though he wasn't a part of the team.

They reached the door and Louis knocked before pushing it open. A woman with thick brown wavy hair to her shoulders and a small silver nose ring looked up from her desk, a friendly smile on her face.

"Ah, Louis! Good morning. You're a bit late today, aren't you?" She glanced over at Harry, who was standing just behind Louis. "And you must be the reason - Harry I guess?! It's so nice to finally meet you in person. I'm Sarah, one of the directors here. Please, come in."

Harry stepped inside, glancing around the small reception area. There was a couch against one wall, a coffee table covered in pamphlets and brochures, and a few framed photographs of the animals that lived at the shelter. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at them, feeling a sense of kinship with the furry faces peering back at him.

"Thanks for coming in with Louis," Sarah said, motioning for them to have a seat on the couch. "I just need to finish up a few things here, and then Louis and I will show you around."

Harry sat down, taking in the familiar scent of disinfectant and animal fur that filled the air. He glanced over at Louis, who was leaning against the coffee table, watching him with a small smile. It was oddly comforting, being here with him. Like they'd known each other for much longer than just a few days.

"So," Sarah said, finally setting her pen down and rising from her desk. "I assume you both want to get started?" She turned to Harry. "We can show you around the main part of the shelter, but we also have some outbuildings where we keep some of the larger animals, like the horses and cows. And of course, there's the dog kennels and the cat cages where they stay at night."

Harry nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion.

Okay, apparently I want to work here now.

He glanced at Louis, who seemed not sure what to say. "Yeah, I'd like to see everything," Harry said finally.

Sarah smiled and led the way through a set of double doors at the back of the reception area. They emerged into a large, open space that was home to the dogs and cats during the day. There were rows of cages set up along the walls, each one home to a different animal. Some were sleeping, others were playing or exploring their surroundings. A few looked up curiously as they entered.

"This is where the animals stay during the day," Sarah explained, gesturing to the rows of cages. "We have volunteers who come in every day to walk them, play with them, and give them some much-needed attention. The cats have a little more freedom, as you can see," she added with a nod toward the cat trees and beds scattered around the room.

Harry followed Sarah as she led them past the rows of cages. He noticed that each animal's cage had a small card attached to the front, with information about their name, age, breed, and personality. He smiled at the dogs as they wagged their tails and barked excitedly, clearly eager for some attention. The cats, on the other hand, seemed more reserved, watching them warily from the safety of their cages.

"We take good care of our animals here," Sarah said proudly. "We make sure they have plenty of food, water, and toys to keep them entertained. And of course, we give them lots of love and affection." She paused, glancing over at Louis. "We could always use more volunteers if you're interested."

Harry nodded, the thought of it starting to spread a warm feeling in his chest. To spend some time with all these fluffy, possible new friends who needed some love seemed to be the perfect idea to do something more for this community. "It feels good to be able to give back."

They continued on, passing through another set of doors into a large outdoor area. Here, the horses and cows grazed contentedly in a spacious field. A few chickens clucked about near a small coop, and a goat nibbled on some vegetation growing along the fence.

"This is where our larger animals stay," Louis explained, gesturing to the scene before them. "We have a few horses that are up for adoption, as well as a couple of cows and some other farm animals. It's important to give them plenty of space to move around and live their lives."

Harry nodded, looking around at the animals grazing peacefully. He felt a sense of calm wash over him as he watched them. "They seem pretty happy here," he said, glancing at Sarah. "Your shelter does a great job taking care of them."

Sarah beamed with pride. "We try our best," she said. "And we're always in need of more help. If you ever want to get involved, we'd love to have you." She looked toward a group of children playing with a ball near the fence. "Even the littlest things can make a difference."

Harry looked at the children, then back at Sarah. "I'd like that," he said. "I've always loved animals, and it feels good to be able to help them." He paused, thinking about his own life and how it had changed since moving to Lavender Cove. Spending time at the shelter made him realise how much he'd missed being around nature and animals. The shift at his old job didn’t give him enough free time for that.

"So, what do you think?" Sarah asked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Would you like to start volunteering right away?"

Harry nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. "Absolutely," he said. "I'd love to help out in any way I can."

Sarah smiled warmly and reached out to shake his hand. "Wonderful! We could always use more volunteers like you. You'll start out by working with the smaller animals, helping to clean their cages, giving them food and water, and playing with them. But as you get more comfortable, we can find other ways for you to get involved."

They walked back inside the shelter, past the rows of cages filled with cats and dogs, and into an office area. A young woman with long red hair was sitting at a desk, busily typing on a computer. "Hey, Sarah!" she said, looking up. "I was just about to call you about the new kittens that came in yesterday. They're adorable!"

"Great," Sarah replied. "I'll go take a look at them in a minute. Harry, this is Liz. She helps out with the paperwork and social media for the shelter."

Liz smiled at Harry, offering her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Harry. Louis has told me all about you already."

"Oh, really?" Harry said, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Well, I hope it's all good."

"Don't worry about it," Liz assured him with a wink. "You sound like just the kind of person we need around here. And who knows? Maybe you'll be able to spend some time with someone special while you're volunteering." She glanced at Louis and raised her eyebrows playfully.

Harry felt himself blushing and cleared his throat, looking for something else to say. "So, what kinds of things do you need help with specifically?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, plenty!" Liz replied, her eyes lighting up. "We're always looking for people to help with social media, fundraising, and event planning. We also need people to foster animals in their homes until we can find them permanent homes, and we're always in need of dog walkers and cat cuddlers."

Harry nodded, thinking about how he could get involved. He'd always been good with animals, and he enjoyed being outdoors. Volunteering at the shelter seemed like the perfect way to give back to the community while staying in Lavender Cove.

As they continued to discuss the various tasks and responsibilities that volunteers could take on, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside him. He couldn't wait to get started and make a difference in the lives of these animals.

The more they talked, the more Louis seemed to withdraw into himself, becoming increasingly quiet. Harry glanced over at him, noticing the furrowed brow and distant expression.

"You okay, Lou?" he asked when they finally were alone cleaning one of the cages. "You seem a bit down."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Louis replied, but there was a catch in his voice that Harry couldn't quite ignore. "It's just... I feel guilty, you know? I should've warned you about what would happen."

Harry raised an eyebrow, unsure what Louis was talking about. "Warned me about what?" he asked.

Louis hesitated, looking away for a moment before meeting Harry's gaze again. "Well... about how they would get you to work here too. I knew if they would ask you wouldn’t say no but I don’t want you to feel cornered about it."

Harry raised an eyebrow, surprised by the admission. "It's okay, Louis. I'm enjoying it so far. And I can always say no if I want to, right?" He put a reassuring hand on the other man's cheek.

Louis looked at him, his expression softening. "Thanks, Haz. I just want you to know that you don't have to feel like you have to stay here because of me."

Harry smiled reassuringly. "I'm not staying because of you, Louis. I'm staying because I want to. And besides, it's not like you made me do anything. I chose to be here."

He paused, studying Louis' face. The other man still looked conflicted. "I appreciate your concern, though," Harry continued. "And okay, I should probably admit that I'm not just here because of the volunteer hours. I really do enjoy it but the icing on the cake is I get to spend some time with my very fit colleague." Harry smiled and bent down to give Louis a kiss.

Louis' eyes widened in surprise before closing in relaxation and he leaned into the kiss. It was gentle at first, then deeper as their tongues met and danced. The already familiar taste of Louis sent a shiver down Harry's spine. He could feel his cock hardening against his jeans. He pulled back, breathless.

"I don't want you to think you have to stay here because of me," Louis whispered, his voice husky. "Or because of... this." He gestured between them.

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He didn't miss the way Louis had almost said 'us'. He traced the line of Louis' jaw with his finger, feeling the other man's stubble beneath his touch. "I want to be here, Lou. And... I want this” he gestured between them, “too."

He leaned in, pressing their lips together again. It was a bold, possessive kiss that couldn’t have left any doubt in Louis' mind about how Harry felt. At least Harry hoped so. When they finally pulled apart, Harry looked into Louis' eyes, searching for any hint of uncertainty. He found only desire mirrored back at him.

"You're sure?" Louis asked, his voice hoarse. "You don't just feel like you're being pressured into this?"

"I'm sure, Lou," Harry replied, his fingers tangling in Louis' hair, his fingertips carefully massaging small circles in Louis’ scalp. "I want this."

He leaned in, capturing Louis' lips in a soft kiss.

"And I want this too," Harry whispered against his mouth. "But we can't right now. The bosses are watching us." His eye pointed to the left side. Louis followed his gaze and saw two small corgis staring at them.

"What do we do about them?" Louis asked, trying not to laugh.

Harry smiled and leaned over, whispering in Louis' ear. "We could try to distract them. Maybe if we find some treats or something..." He trailed off, thinking.

"Oh!" Louis exclaimed, snapping his fingers. He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out a few dog treats.

Harry smiled, amused. "You're prepared, aren't you?"

"Always," Louis replied with a grin. He held out a treat between two fingers, wiggling it in the air. The corgis' attention immediately shifted from Harry and Louis to the treat. "Here boys, come and get it." The two dogs bounded over, tails wagging furiously. "What lovely boys you are," Louis cooed, crouching down to pet them. He held out another treat for each dog, allowing them to take it from his open palm. "Good boys, aren't you?"

Harry knelt down beside Louis, laughing as the dogs licked their hands. "They're so cute, aren't they?" He leaned in, whispering in Louis' ear. "I’m usually more of a cat person but look at those big ears and that waggling bum.”

"They do have a certain charm," Louis agreed, running his fingers through the dogs' soft fur. He glanced at Harry, feeling the tension between them once more. "Maybe after this, we could find a nice quiet spot to finish what we started?"

Harry smiled, a thrill running through him at the thought. "That sounds perfect," he murmured. He stood up, offering Louis a hand to help him up. "But for now, we'd better get back to our duties."

Their fingers brushed as they clasped hands, sending a jolt of electricity through Harry's body. He squeezed Louis' hand reassuringly, hoping the contact would be enough to sustain them both until they could be alone again.

"Yeah… We should probably get back on track," Louis murmured, reluctantly pulling his hand away. "The cages don’t clean themselves."

"Right, you're right," Harry agreed, his gaze lingering on Louis for just a moment longer. He turned to the corgis, crouching down once more to coax them over. "Come on, boys, let's get back to work."

As they continued their work, Harry couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of excitement and anticipation. The thought of spending some more time alone with Louis after their shift was over, filled him with a warmth that spread throughout his body. He glanced at Louis out of the corner of his eye, admiring the way he interacted with the animals, how gentle and patient he was. It was one of the many things about Louis that Harry loved.

Their shift finally came to an end, and as they locked up the last of the cages, Louis turned to him with a mischievous grin. "I've got a surprise for you in the kitten room," he whispered, taking Harry's hand in his. "Just follow me."

Harry's heart raced as they hurried down the hallway, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. They rounded the corner, and Louis pushed open the door to the kitten room, revealing a sight that made Harry's breath catch in his throat.

“Looouu, we can’t… not here!” Harry whispered into an almost empty room.

“Get your dirty mind out of the gutter, Hazza,” Louis giggled his hand in front of his mouth.

The room was lit by a soft, warm light, and it was filled with the sweet, gentle mewling of tiny kittens. A large, comfortable-looking cat tree dominated one corner, its many levels and platforms covered in soft blankets and toys. A small blanket-lined box sat in the centre of the room, containing a litter of adorable, squirming kittens.

"They're only a few weeks old," Louis explained with a fond smile, kneeling down beside the box. "They're just starting to explore their surroundings, and they're so full of energy."

Harry crouched down next to him, his heart melting as he watched the tiny kittens squirm and play with each other. They were so tiny and fragile, yet they had such a fierce determination to live and explore their world.

"They're adorable," he murmured, reaching out to touch one of the kittens gently. It was surprisingly soft, its fur barely visible beneath his fingertips.

"I know," Louis sighed, his voice filled with affection. "I can't help but want to take them all home with me." He reached into the box and carefully scooped up one of the kittens, cradling it in his arms. The kitten curled up against his chest, content and warm.

Harry watched as Louis gently stroked the kitten's soft fur, his expression one of pure bliss. It was a sight that made Harry's heart ache with longing.

"I wish I could take them all home with me," he said, his voice soft. "But I know that's not possible. And even if it were, it's not fair to them. They need to be with other kitties their age, to learn how to be kitties."

Louis nodded in agreement, his expression tender as he continued to hold the tiny kitten. "You're right, of course. It's just so hard not to want to take care of them all." He glanced over at Harry, his eyes warm and inviting. "But maybe..." he trailed off, tilting his head to the side.

Harry felt a spark of irritation. "Maybe what?" he prompted, leaning in closer.

"Maybe..." Louis began, his voice barely more than a whisper, "... maybe one of these guys needs a cuddle too. Let them in, Liz!” He shouted into the empty room.

The door opened a little bit and in came 25 little kittens ready for a cuddle.

Harry and Louis were surrounded by tiny, mewing creatures, all desperate for attention. It was a beautiful chaos as the kittens scrambled over each other to get to their newfound human companions. The air was filled with the sweet, intoxicating scent of kitten fur and milk, and the sound of tiny paws pattering against the floor.

"Oh, they're so adorable!" Harry exclaimed, cradling one kitten in his arms while another curled up on his lap. The little creature was purring contentedly, its eyes half-closed as it nuzzled against Harry's hand.

"I know, right?" Louis agreed, grinning down at the kitten in his arms. "They're just so irresistible." He glanced over at Harry. “Love? I’m sorry for pulling you along today without even considering you could have other plans. And for bringing you into this situation - I know, I know. You want this. But I want you to know that I’m sorry and that it won’t happen again. And as another apology I’d like you to come home with me for… dinner?!”

Harry looked up at Louis, his expression softening. "I'd like that," he said. "And I forgive you."

They spent the next hour lost in the joy of cuddling the kittens, occasionally stepping back to give the others a turn. It was a surreal and wonderful experience, one that felt like a gift from the universe. As the sun began to set outside, casting a warm, golden light through the windows, they knew it was time to go.

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They arrived at Louis' flat, which was on the second floor of a charming, red-brick building. It was spacious, with high ceilings and a large window front that let in streams of sunlight. The furniture was modern and tasteful but still unbelievably cosy, with splashes of colour here and there that added warmth to the space. There was a small living room, a dining area, and a kitchen that, as Louis had promised, was immaculate.

"So, this is it," Louis said, leading Harry further inside. “Liam is not here right now, he's out with friends. No idea what friend he was talking about but… at least he took Clifford with him."

Harry looked around, taking it all in. The apartment was lovely, and he could tell that Louis or Liam - or maybe both? - had put a lot of thought into the design. There was a small living room area with a comfortable-looking couch and a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. Off to the side was a dining table with a few chairs around it, some fairy lights around the huge window and beyond the dining area was the open kitchen. It was immaculate as promised, with shiny countertops and new appliances. Everything looked suspiciously like it had never been used. One of the bedrooms was visible through a doorway and it was obvious that it belonged to Louis. His clothes were strewn about, and there was a subtle scent of him lingering in the air.

"So, Lou," Harry began, turning back to face him. "You promised dinner?

"I did," Louis replied, looking a little flustered. "But... I can't actually cook. Liam is usually here to “help” - or more like do all the work while I pretend to be busy. I was hoping maybe you'd be up for ordering pizza?"

Harry smiled. "That sounds perfect," he said. "I'm actually pretty hungry after all those hours in the shelter."

"Great!" Louis beamed, picking up his phone. "Let's order then. Do you have any favourite toppings?"

Harry thought for a moment. "I'm not picky," he said with a shrug. "Just make sure it’s vegetarian, lots of cheese and some vegetables."

"Got it," Louis said, dialling the number for the pizza place. He rattled off their order and then hung up, looking over at Harry with a smile. "Now, why don't you make yourself comfortable, Haz? You can sit on the couch and watch some TV if you'd like. Or just look pretty. I’ll just go to my room quickly… and ehrm… be right back."

He gave Harry a shy, crooked smile before disappearing into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Harry took a seat on the couch, stretching out his legs and leaning back against the soft cushions. The warm glow from the fairy lights cast a cosy light across the room, and he found himself appreciating the comfort of the space. As he flipped through the channels, he couldn't help but wonder what Louis was doing in his room.

After a few minutes, Louis emerged from his room, looking a little flustered. He had changed out of his old clothes and into a tight-fitting black t-shirt and some pants that hugged his curves perfectly. His hair was dishevelled, and he was chewing on his bottom lip nervously. "Sorry, I took a bit longer," he muttered, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to Harry.

"It's okay," Harry said with a smile. "I was just watching some TV." He gestured to the screen, which was now showing a rerun of ‘How I Met Your Mother’.

Harry’s eyes turned to the TV, realising that it was the episode with the naked man, and couldn’t hold back a silent giggle thinking about the storyline.

Lost in his thought for a moment he got pulled back to reality as he felt Louis' fingertip brushing over his neck. Not more than a featherlight touch, he seemed to circle some spots on Harry’s skin. 

The air between them thickened with electricity, Harry could see sparks fly when Louis pressed softly against a bright purple bruise right on the crook between Harry’s neck and shoulder. A quiet moan pressed through Harry’s closed lips, his eyes fell shut.

Harry could feel Louis’ hot breath against his skin, the tip of the finger sliding down his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path.

Louis leaned closer to Harry, his shoulder brushing against his arm. "So, do you like it here?" he asked, his voice low. "I mean, this is your first time in our apartment…"

Harry nodded, opening his eyes again, looking around. "It's really nice," he said honestly, with a slightly unsteady voice. "You've done a great job with it."

Louis blushed a little, looking away. "Thanks. I just wanted it to feel like home. I mean, this is where I spend most of my time if I’m not working, so I wanted it to be comfortable."

Harry nodded, glancing around the room again. "It is. It feels really... welcoming," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. He leaned in closer, closer than he'd intended to, and Louis' breath tickled his ear.

"Thanks," Louis whispered, his voice a little shaky. "I'm glad you think so."

Harry felt his heart racing as he sat there beside Louis. He wanted to lean in even closer, getting back on his lap like yesterday, to feel their bodies pressed together. He wanted to taste those lips that he had dreamed about so often.

What are you doing to me, Louis Tomlinson?

But just then, there was a knock on the door. "Pizza's here!" Louis said eyes apparently fixed on Harry’s lips.

Harry couldn't help but smile. "Great! Let's go get it," he said, standing up. He followed Louis to the door and waited as Louis paid the deliveryman. The scent of the warm, cheesy pizza filled the air as they carried it back inside.

"Thanks," Louis said as Harry set the pizza box down on the dining table. He grabbed a couple of plates and began to unload the slices onto them.

Harry watched as Louis worked, admiring the way his hands moved so gracefully. He could see the heat radiating off of him and found it difficult to tear his gaze away. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach.

"Do you want to eat in the living room or at the dining table?" Louis asked, finally looking up at Harry. His eyes were bright, and there was a slight flush to his cheeks.

Harry swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on him. "Either way is fine with me," he managed to say, his voice a little rough. "Whatever you prefer, Lou."

Louis looked up at him, his eyes meeting Harry's. They seemed to go down to the spot he traced with his finger just a few minutes ago. There was a moment of silence between them, and then Louis took a step closer, so close that Harry could feel the warmth of his body against his own. He leaned in, their faces only inches apart, and Harry felt as if he was floating on air.

The kiss was soft at first, a gentle brush of lips against lips, before it deepened, becoming more urgent. Louis' hands found their way to Harry's shoulders, holding him steady as he explored Harry's mouth with his tongue. Harry moaned into the kiss, his hands finding their way around Louis' waist, pulling him even closer.

“That’s what I would prefer. But dessert gets served after dinner.” Louis said with a cheeky smile on his lips.

Harry nodded, feeling a bit flustered as he followed Louis to the dining table. He sat down opposite him. The pizza smelled incredible, and he could feel his stomach growling in anticipation. He took a bite, savouring the taste of the cheese and tomato sauce, and found himself lost in the moment.

As they ate, their feet brushed against each other, sending little waves of heat and electricity through Harry's body. He couldn't help but steal glances at Louis, watching as he chewed and swallowed, his lips occasionally brushing against his teeth. The sight made Harry's heart race even faster.

"This pizza is really good," Harry said, trying to break the tension. "I've never had it before."

"Oh, thank you, I was in the kitchen for hours,” Louis said, grinning and biting into another piece. "I always get the same thing, but I'm glad you like it." He paused for a moment, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

Harry couldn't help but stare at the way Louis’ tattoos on his forearms flexed as he did this, the muscles in his upper body moving gracefully beneath his skin. He felt himself growing harder in his jeans, and he had to shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"Hazza?" Louis asked, his voice soft and low. "Are you okay?"

Harry looked up at him, feeling a blush spread across his cheeks. "Oh, uh, yeah. Fine. Just a little surprised that they have such a good pizza in this small town, that's all." He couldn't help but blush as he shifted in his seat, feeling the heat between his legs growing more intense.

Louis smiled back, the look in his eyes making Harry's heart race even faster. "I'm glad you like it," he said, reaching out to brush a lock of hair back in place. Harry could feel Louis’ feet sliding up his leg, further and further.

"You know," Louis continued, his voice a little lower now, "you always look so fucking fit to me, Haz." He paused for a moment, then leaned in closer so that their faces were just a few inches apart. "But these marks on your neck from yesterday and seeing you flushed like this now… " Louis' foot rubbed over Harry’s crotch.

Harry’s piece of pizza fell down on the plate in front of him, he gasped, feeling a rush of heat spread through his body. He couldn't believe how good it felt, having Louis' foot pressed against him. "L-Lou," he stammered, his heart skipping beats. "Don't tease me like that."

But it was already too late. Louis' foot slid up and down against him, his touch firm and confident. Harry could feel himself growing harder, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He wanted more, he needed more.

"Fuck, that feels good," he groaned, arching his back against the touch. Louis smiled, his eyes darkening as he watched the effect of his touch.

Harry gripped the table, feeling his knees grow weak beneath him. Louis' foot moved faster, stroking him expertly, and Harry could feel himself close to the edge. "I want more," he panted, his hips bucking up against the table.

Louis grinned, leaning forward to rest his weight on his elbows once again. "You know you can have it," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Just say the word." He slid his foot up and down, faster and faster, the sensation becoming almost unbearable for Harry.

Harry arched his back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please, please" he groaned. "Don't tease me like this."

Louis' grin widened, and he leaned forward even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I could stop anytime you want me to, Haz," he said, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Harry's hand on the table. "But I think you like it just where it is."

Harry let out a shuddering breath, trying to move his hips further against the sensation of Louis' foot. He could feel his release building inside him, his body tense with anticipation.

"God, Lou," he groaned, his hips bucking up against the table in time with the rhythm of Louis' foot. "Please don't stop."

"You sure, Haz?" Louis whispered, his gaze fixed on Harry's face. "Because I could keep going for a while longer." His foot pressed harder against Harry's crotch, circling faster and faster.

Harry arched his back further, feeling the heat building inside him. "Yes," he gasped, "please don't stop." He could feel his orgasm building, growing closer with every stroke of Louis' movement.

Louis smiled, his eyes dark with desire as he watched Harry's reactions. He leaned in even closer, his foot pressing against Harry's hard cock as he continued to stroke him expertly. "I could make you come right here, like this," he whispered, his voice husky and low. "Just let go, babe."

Harry gasped, not able to do more than arch his back as Louis' foot pressed harder against him. He felt himself growing closer to the edge, the tension building inside him. "Y-yes," he stammered, his hips bucking up against the touch. "Please, Lou."

Louis smiled, his eyes darkening more as he continued to stroke Harry's pulsing erection. He leaned in as far as possible, his finger holding Harry's hands down on the table. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered, the question laced with an undercurrent of desire. "Or do you want more?"

Harry let out a shuddering breath, his body tense with anticipation. "Mooore," he managed to croak. "I want more." He pushed his chair back, eyes wild green, and crawled under the table.

Louis' eyes widened in surprise, but quickly regained their focus as Harry emerged from beneath the table, opening Louis' pants. "Fuck," he breathed, sliding his chair back to create more space for Harry.

Harry reached up to his face, kissing Louis hard on the mouth, their teeth clicking together. He pulled back, gasping for breath, and licked his lips, looking into Louis' eyes. "I want to taste you," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

Louis breath came faster. He nodded, grasping the table and helping him pull down the open pants to the floor. As Harry leaned in closer, Louis closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath. Harry reached out, grasping Louis' hips and pulling him closer, guiding his hard cock toward his waiting mouth. He closed his eyes, taking in the scent of Louis' arousal, the feel of his skin beneath his fingertips. He opened his mouth, taking in the head of Louis’ cock, feeling the hard length slide against his tongue.

"Fuck," Louis moaned, his hands tangled in Harry's hair. He arched his back, pressing his hips forward. Harry's tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, circled the head of Louis' cock, pressed the tip of the tongue against the pre-cum leaking slit, teasing him mercilessly.

The sensation was overwhelming, and Harry could feel Louis' control slipping. "Harry," he gasped, trying to find the words to tell him how good this felt. "Hazza, babe, I'm close." His hips bucked forward, driving deeper into Harry's mouth.

Harry moaned around him, encouraging him with every vibration. He reached down, gripping Louis’ thigh, and sucked harder, feeling the warmth and weight of Louis’ cock in his mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but swallow as he felt Louis' orgasm building, felt the tightening in his muscles.

"Fuck, Haz," Louis groaned, his hips jerking forward. The sensation of Harry's throat working around him was too much, and with a hoarse cry, he came, spilling his cum down Harry's throat. Harry sucked and swallowed every drop, his lips moving up and down along the length of Louis’ cock.

Harry felt Louis’ legs shake beneath his hands, his eyes meeting Louis’. He continued to suck and lick, enjoying the salty taste on his tongue. After a few more moments, he pulled back, releasing Louis’ slowly softening cock from his mouth.

"Fuck," Louis groaned, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "That was..." He trailed off, unable to find the words to express how incredible that had been.

Harry grinned proudly up at him, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He licked his mouth, tasting the remnants of Louis on his tongue. "I take it you enjoyed that?" he asked, his voice husky.

Louis laughed, still catching his breath. "Enjoyed it?" He reached down, gripping Harry's hair in his hand. "I'm not sure if I can even stand right now, you fucking did that to me." He let out a shuddering breath, his cock still not totally soft beneath him. "But don't think that means you're off the hook for some pleasure."

Harry grinned, his eyes bright with mischief. He leaned in, pressing their lips together roughly. He couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, feeling Louis’ tongue slide against his own. The thought of Louis tasting his own cum inside Harry’s mouth, he could have come right on the spot. Louis’ hands found their way under Harry's shirt, grazing across his bare skin.

"Hazza," Louis whispered against his lips, "I want you so bad."

The words seemed to echo in the room, and Harry felt a thrill run through him. He could feel Louis' desire for him, their connection, like a living thing between them. He broke their kiss, breathless and panting, and leaned in to whisper, "I want you too, Lou."

Harry still on his knees in between Louis’ legs reached for the hem of his own shirt, yanking it over his head in one swift motion. He tossed it carelessly to the floor, revealing his toned chest and defined abs. He watched as Louis' eyes roamed hungrily over his skin, taking in every detail, every spot he had left as a mark on Harry’s skin last night. Louis licked his lips. “Bedroom, now,” was all he could say.

They hurried down the hall, their hands grasping at each other's bodies, their lips meeting in a desperate, bruising kiss. As they entered the room Harry wasn’t able to focus on anything but Louis. All he could see in the corner of his eye was the already turned-on fairy lights over the bed. The air in the bedroom was thick with desire as they stumbled inside, the door slamming shut behind them. Louis pushed Harry against the wall next to it, his body pressed tightly against Harry’s. Louis nipped at his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.

"Fuck, Haz," he groaned, his hips grinding against Harry's. "I’m is fucking down for you, babe."

Harry moaned, the sound vibrating against his skin as he felt Louis' building hardness press against his own. He arched his back, pushing the bulk of his clothed erection into Louis' hand, begging for more. "You have me, Lou," he breathed. "I'm yours."

Their lips met in a hungry kiss, teeth and tongues tangling together as they explored each other's mouths. Louis' hands roamed over Harry's upper body, with a swift move he opened the button of Harry’s jeans, to be able to slip beneath his pants to grip his ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them roughly. A fingertip teasingly roaming his rim with a soft touch. Harry groaned, the sensation sending a wave of desire straight to his core.

He arched his back, pressing their hips together, wanting nothing more than to feel Louis inside him. His hands fumbled with Louis' tight shirt.

"Take it off," he murmured, his lips brushing against Louis' ear. He bit down softly, feeling Louis shiver beneath his touch. "Let me see you."

Harry's hands moved to the hem of Louis' shirt, tugging it up and over his head in one swift motion. His muscles flexed as he revealed his toned chest and defined curves. The sight took Harry's breath away, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch him, mesmerised. Not that he saw him naked for the first time but him being this close, this real, was nothing Harry would ever get used to. His fingers traced over Louis' skin, feeling the warmth of his body beneath his fingertips.

"Holy fuck, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, pressing their lips together roughly. He couldn't help but moan into the kiss, feeling Louis' tongue slide against his own. Louis' hands found their way to Harry's hips, gripping at his still-clothed skin, urging him closer. He opened his pants further and slid them down, eyes still locked on Harry’s wild green shimmering eyes right in front of him.

Harry's heart raced as he ran his hands up and down Louis' back, feeling the dimples above his bum beneath his fingertips. Louis tugged at the elastic of Harry’s briefs, pulling them down over his hips, down to the pants on the floor. A bead of sweat trickled down between Harry’s shoulder blades, and he shivered.

"God, you're so hot," Louis murmured, leaning in to press a kiss against Harry’s neck. Caressing the bruises he left the night before with his tongue. He gripped him tighter, feeling their bodies slide against each other as they moved in perfect rhythm. Louis moaned, arching his back into Harry's touch.

Louis’ hands explored Harry’s body, tracing over every inch of skin, feeling the heat emanating from him. He nipped at his earlobe, causing Harry to cry out a deep moan and arch further into his touch.

"I want you," Louis murmured, his lips moving against Harry's neck again. "I want to feel you wrapped around me, feel you moving against me." With a smooth move, Louis led them to his bed and laid Harry down.

Oh, fresh sheets. Nice move, darling.

His fingers stroked the crisp sheets, digging deep into the crease in an attempt to please. Louis was still standing on the side of the bed, watching Harry in disbelief, circling his body with one fingertip.

Harry moaned, arching his back into Louis' touch. "Please, Lou," he whispered, "I can’t wait anymore."

Louis smiled, leaning down to kiss him softly before pulling back. "Don't worry, love, I will." He positioned himself between Harry's legs, his erection glistening in the dim light. Louis reached to the nightstand, where a condom and lube were waiting, wisely prepared and pulled it over his own stiff length. Harry’s eyes followed every move. Watching Louis putting the lube on carefully, not wanting to hurt Harry. He took another pump of the bottle and circled Harry’s rim with it.

Their eyes never losing contact, Louis placed a hand on Harry's stomach, feeling the muscles tense under his touch. "Are you ready for me, Haz?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. Harry nodded, his breath catching in his throat. Louis guided his erection to Harry's rim.

"God, it feels so good," Harry moaned, spreading his legs wider. Louis looked down at him, watching his face as he slowly pushed deeper inside. Harry arched his back into the sensation. Louis leaned in, kissing him softly as he began to move.

Harry felt every inch of Louis' length slide in and out of him. He gripped his shoulders, digging his nails into the skin. Louis' pace was steady, and powerful, and Harry could feel himself growing closer with each thrust. His hips occasionally began to move in rhythm with Louis', meeting him stroke for stroke.

"God, you feel so good," he moaned, arching his back off the bed. "I'm so close..." The wait was finally over. At least Harry felt the first drops of relief tingling on his skin. Louis had brought him so close to the edge with his surprise at the table that Harry hadn't even dared to touch himself while concentrating on Louis' sensory-numbing flavour. The desire to feel Louis inside him again was too great.

Louis' thrusts became more urgent, more desperate, and Harry could feel himself already on the edge. He lifted his legs higher, his hands gripped Louis' hips, feeling the warmth and strength of his body beneath his fingers. He could feel the way Louis' hips moved, the way his cock slid in and out of him, and it was almost too much to bear.

"Oh, God," Harry moaned, arching his back off the bed again. "I'm close, Lou..."

Their bodies moved together in perfect unison, sweat glistening on their skin as they found a rhythm that felt more like breathing than anything else. Harry gripped Louis' ass, digging his nails into the soft skin, and let out a strangled cry as he felt himself begin to lose control.

"You feel so fucking good," Louis groaned, his hips moving faster. "I can't last much longer."

Harry's grip on Louis’ bum tightened, his nails digging as if it was this anchor to the reality. "Don't stop, Lou," he panted. "Please, please, not yet."

Louis' thrusts grew deeper, faster. He leaned down, biting his lip as he looked into Harry's eyes. "You feel so good. So good for me, babe," he groaned, thrusting harder. "You're so perfect."

Harry's grip on Louis' ass tightened, his nails digging into the skin hard, leaving tiny marks to be found later. "Don't stop, Lou," he panted, sweat dripping from his muscles. "Don't ever stop."

Their bodies moved together, their breaths mingling in the air between them. Harry felt Louis' thrusts growing deeper, more urgent. He could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten, the tension building in his core. His own hips began to move in time with Louis' again, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"I’m so close," Harry gasped, he changed the position of his legs, to cling them around Louis’ hips, his fingernails digging into Louis' back. "Don't stop, Lou."

Louis groaned, thrusting harder as he felt the tension building in his own body. Harry could feel the head of Louis’ cock brushing against his prostate with each deep thrust.

"God, right there. Please, please, I'm so close," Harry moaned, no longer in control of his body. "Lou, I'm ..."

Louis leaned down, his breath hot against Harry's neck. "Come for me, my love," he whispered, thrusting hard and deep right into Harry’s prostate.

Harry cried out, his body tensing as he felt the wave of release wash over him. His hips bucked up into Louis', meeting the force of his thrusts as he came, his cock rubbing between their sweaty bodies. He felt like he was floating, lost in the sensation of Louis' body moving against his own, the warmth and weight of him holding him down.

Louis let out a hoarse cry as he felt Harry's inner muscles grip him, his own orgasm spilling over the edge. He thrust deeply one last time, feeling Harry's body clench around him as he came.

Harry's arms and legs fell to the bed, boneless, as he panted for air. He felt exhausted in the best possible way, his body still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. Louis collapsed on top of him, their sweaty skin sticking together, his weight grounding Harry to the mattress. After a few deep breaths, Louis slowly moved himself down onto the mattress as close as possible to Harry.

He could feel the warmth of Louis' breath on his neck as he spoke, his voice raspy with exhaustion. "You're amazing, you know that?"

Harry turned his head to the side, their lips brushing against each other in a soft, chaste kiss. "You're not so bad yourself." He smiled, tracing a finger along Louis' jaw. "I think I might get addicted to you."

Louis laughed softly, nuzzling his nose into Harry's neck. "I'm not complaining." He sighed, moving his finger in circles on Harry’s abs, still cuddled to Harry. "I don't ever want to be anywhere else but here with you."

Louis wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist, pulling him closer. "I'm not sure if I can move," he mumbled, his voice muffled against Harry's shoulder. "I feel like I'm glued to you."

Harry yawned, his eyelids feeling impossibly heavy. "That's okay," he murmured, running his fingers through Louis' hair. "I don't want to move either." He nestled deeper into the crook of Louis' arm, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath his ear.

They drifted off to sleep like that, tangled together in the sheets, their bodies still warm from the sex that had left them both thoroughly satisfied. As Harry slipped into unconsciousness, he felt a contented smile tug at the corners of his mouth, his dreams filled with the feeling of Louis' skin pressed against his own.

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It was still dark outside, the moon shining through the window that was not entirely hidden behind a moss-green curtain when Harry was woken up by his bladder.

Slowly gaining consciousness, he felt Louis plastered to his back, keeping him in a tight embrace with his arm slung over Harry’s waist, gripping his arm to stop him from rolling away. He tried to ignore the feeling in his lower belly for a little while, not wanting to move out of Louis’ hold, feeling way too comfortable in his close proximity.

Louis' attractive scent of driftwood and the smell of Harry on his skin, drew him in even more and slowly he turned around in Louis’ arms. It was so new to him, this feeling of seeking someone out for comfort, of feeling absolutely content just because another person was there, craving his body just as much.

When the need to use the toilet became too much, Harry carefully untangled himself from Louis’ hold, trying not to wake him up in the process. On his tiptoes he searched for his briefs on the floor, slipped them on and then walked to the door and slowly opened it, hoping it wouldn’t make a sound that could disturb Louis’ sleep.

He quietly closed the door behind himself and turned around to find the bathroom, slowly walking down the pitch-black hallway. As he walked by the door that led to the living and kitchen area, he saw that the room was bathed in the refrigerator light and a person standing in front of it, their back towards Harry. 

Harry was just about to quietly continue his way to the bathroom, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself with Liam strolling around the flat, when he realised that the shape of the body in front of the fridge didn’t fit Liam at all. In fact, it was a much smaller, much more delicate person standing there, searching the fridge for whatever they needed. Someone who was all too familiar to Harry.

Stopping in his tracks, a smug smile spread across his face, the need to use the toilet suddenly forgotten. Harry leaned at the doorframe, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Zayn Malik!" He said, his voice dripping with smugness. "What a nice surprise at this late hour."

He watched as Zayn spun around, clutching his chest, and looking at him with wide eyes.

"Bloody hell, Harry. Are you trying to kill me? Sneaking in on me like that." He sounded like he just had a heart attack. Right so.

"Oh, you’ll live," Harry said with a wave of his hand. He felt giddy now. Finally, he had his best friend on the hook. "But…," he drawled, "now you have to tell me. No running away." He walked closer to Zayn. "I want to know everything."

"There's nothing to know, you nosy muppet." Zayn tried but that wasn’t happening.

"No? So there’s no explanation why you’re standing in front of Liam’s fridge in the middle of the night in just your boxers?" Harry pressed, raising his eyebrows at his best friend.

"I could ask you the same, mate." Zayn huffed, looking Harry up and down.

Harry squinted his eyes with a slight tilt of his head and just waited, not saying a word.

"Alright.." Zayn sighed and finally closed the refrigerator door, stepped in front of the counter and hoisted himself up. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything?" Harry offered, leaning against the fridge and looking at Zayn.

"Okay." Zayn started, taking a deep breath. "We went on a few dates, he’s lovely, he confessed that he fancied me for quite a while now, I spent the night." He rambled.

"Wait, wait, wait." Harry raised his hands. "He admitted that he likes you?"

"He did." A smile spread over Zayn's entire face. "He’s so… ugh Harry, he’s adorable. We went to have dinner and it was a whole thing, he picked me up and brought me home and… well. I like him, quite a lot, actually."

"Oh my god." Harry felt his eyes water at seeing his friend so happy. He surged forward and wrapped him up in a tight hug. "Zaynie, I’m so happy for you. Everyone was rooting for you two and it makes me so happy to hear that he figured it out."

"Me too," Zayn confessed as Harry let go. "I feel very happy. It’s nothing quite official yet but, I think we’ll get there. It feels like more. He’s a good guy."

"Yes, I think he is. Finally a good guy. You deserve that so much, you know. Someone who treats you like this."

"I know, babes. Looks like I’ve found one. Thank you." Zayn's smile was genuine. "Thanks for letting me figure that out on my own."

"I knew you’d get there sooner or later." Harry nudged his side. "I’m glad it was sooner, tho. This way I didn’t need to involve Niall."

"Niall?" Zayn raised an eyebrow at him.

"Long story… I’ll tell you another time."

"So… You and Lou, huh?" Now Zayn was the one with the smug grin.

"Yup." Harry popped the 'P' before he smiled, dimples and all. "Me and Lou."

"The state of your neck tells me everything I need to know. Looks painful." Zayn chuckled and watched as Harry reached up to brush his fingers over the marks that he knew Louis had left on his skin.

"Yeah… he loves to do that. And I quite like them as well." He murmured, thinking back to Louis working on his skin.

"You know, I can give all that you’ve just said right back to you. I’m happy for you. You two deserve each other." Zayn patted his shoulder lovingly.

"Feels a little bit like we’re 16 again, don’t you think? Talking about our crushes at school and you telling me about that one guy. Luke?" Harry reminisced.

"Luka." Zayn laughed. "Oh, I remember that. Good times. The sex was worse, though."

"Oh my god." Harry pushed Zayn's shoulder playfully. "I don’t need to know that." He laughed and then smirked. "Good for you though."

"Good for you, too, I guess." Zayn laughed, hopped down from the counter and opened the fridge to finally pull out two bottles of water. He handed one to Harry. "Here, go get back to lover boy, before he wakes up and comes searching for you. I don’t need to see him attached to your neck."

Harry just laughed at that. "Need a wee first." He said and together they walked towards the door and parted ways as they reached the hallway.

"Good night, Zaynie."

"Good night, H."

Down the hallway, Harry finally found the bathroom, did what he needed to do and then quietly walked back into Louis’ room. When he closed the door behind him, he paused for a moment to take in Louis’ sleeping silhouette in the few rays of moonlight and the fairy lights, under the covers of his bed.

His one arm was stretched out where Harry had laid not long ago but he had rolled onto his back and Harry couldn’t wait to join him back in bed and let his warmth and his comforting scent lull him back to sleep.

Before he climbed back into bed, Harry let his gaze wander around the room for the first time. Earlier, when they had stumbled into it, they had been too drunk on each other, too occupied with Louis, Louis, Louis for him to notice any of his surroundings.

Just like the rest of the flat, Louis’ room was a mirror of all the little bits and pieces that Harry had already learned about him. The huge, comfortable bed was the centrepiece, bathed in the warm glow of the fairy lights overhead. Next to it, a fluffy-looking dog bed laid on the ground, empty, because Clifford had stayed with Liam and probably slept in his room.

There were a few clothes thrown on a wing chair in one corner and Harry spotted a football next to Louis’ wardrobe. The floor was littered with their shedded jeans and shirts. Seeing their dismissed clothes together on Louis’ bedroom floor sparked a thrilling feeling in Harry and his brain replayed their last night’s activities in flashbacks. His eyes drifted back to the peacefully sleeping Louis and Harry started to walk closer to the bed, just wanting to be snuggled into him again.

When he stood next to the bed, one knee already on it, his eyes landed on something on the opposite wall. Next to a bunch of polaroids that were attached to a string with wooden pegs, hung a canvas. It was quite small, with a neon pink background. Harry immediately recognised the dick-shaped mushroom and the winged frog. It was their painting.

Louis had hung up their painting in his bedroom, where he would see it every day when going to bed and waking up.

Harry sat down on the bed for a moment and stared at the colourful canvas on the wall. It felt like the frog was looking directly at him in the low light and Harry just stared back, trying to calm his heart that dared to beat out of his chest. It was overwhelming, the feeling of Louis appreciating their shared memory so much, that he hung it on his wall.

"Harry?" He heard Louis rustle in the sheets next to him. "What are you doing?"

Harry turned and looked at him in the dim light of Louis’ bedroom. "Hmm?"

He saw a smile appear on Louis sleep wrinkled face as he reached out and placed a hand on Harry’s knee. "I asked what you’re doing, Haz."

Harry couldn’t take his eyes off that incomparable man, who looked at him with a fond expression on his face.

"You hung up the frog painting." Harry just stated.

Louis’ smile grew at that and he tilted his head, sitting up a bit to touch Harry’s face with his hand. Harry leaned into the touch immediately, feeling the warmth of Louis’ hand on his face.

"Of course, I did, my love. What else should I have been doing with it?" Louis said like it was the obvious answer. Like there wasn’t a single other option.

Harry could hardly keep inside the thoughts that ran through his head.

I like you so much, Lou. It’s almost scary. You're making me fall for you.

But instead, he kept his mouth shut and leaned in, pressing a kiss to Louis’ lips that he hoped would speak for him. A kiss that told Louis what he didn’t dare say with words quite yet.

And Louis kissed him back, sweet and soft and accepting. It was like they met in the middle and silently agreed on being in it together. That whatever built between their hearts was worth the commitment of a painting hung up high on a wall.

When they broke apart, Louis brushed his thumb over Harry’s lips and softly pulled on his bottom lip. "I love that you noticed. I saw the other one on your table. It’s a shame they are apart though, feels like they should be together." He paused. "Do you think we can go back to sleep? It’s the middle of the night still and I’m not sure if I’m really awake or talking in my sleep."

Harry chuckled but nodded and slipped under the covers that Louis lifted for him. This time, Louis laid on his back and Harry rested his head on Louis’ chest with his arm slung around his back. With one last glance to the canvas, he closed his eyes and fell asleep as Louis pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. 

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The next time Harry woke up, night had turned into day and he heard the rain beat against the window panes. Louis was wrapped around his back again, holding him tight and something unmistakably hard poked into his left bum cheek. Harry smiled to himself in the hazy state of waking up but resisted the urge to grind his bum back into Louis’ crotch. He didn’t want to wake him up just yet.

So again, Harry carefully untangled himself from Louis’ death grip and quietly got out of bed. This time, he also grabbed his phone and one of Louis’ shirts that laid on his wing chair and put it on before leaving the room, inhaling the driftwood scent that clung to the shirt and enveloped Harry instantly.

When Harry stepped into the kitchen area, this time he didn’t find Zayn there but was greeted by a tail-waggling Clifford. Harry crouched down and scratched his curly fur, cooing at the black dog.

"Good morning, Cliffy. Are you hungry? I’m sure you’re hungry. Do you want me to find you some food?"

Recognising the word, Clifford tilted his head and cocked his ears as much as he was able to with his floppy ears. Harry laughed at his cuteness and got up to find the dog food in the cabinets to fill up his bowl.

When Clifford was happily munching on his food, Harry opened the fridge to decide what he could make for breakfast. Unfortunately, it was pretty empty, except for an unopened bottle of milk, some eggs and a package of strawberries. The logo on the cardboard box was familiar to Harry, telling him that these strawberries had been sold by Pauline.

Rummaging through the cabinets, Harry also found an opened bag of flour. So he got out a bowl and a whisk and started to mix his ingredients until he had a smooth dough. He made sure that there was enough in case Liam and Zayn might join them later. Next, he chopped up all the strawberries to have them together with the pancakes.

Clifford stood next to him and watched his every move, hoping Harry would miraculously decide to share their breakfast with him.

Looking around the room, he found a Bluetooth speaker and worked out how to connect his phone to it. He pressed shuffle on his Taylor Swift playlist and started to sing along while he poured some oil into a pan and heated it. Pancake after pancake he poured, flipped and moved to a plate, while he wiggled his bum to the music, lost in his task and singing the lyrics of his favourite songs.

Harry had always loved to put on some music while being busy with chores or cooking to entertain himself. He loved to put on a little performance, having always liked the feeling of being on stage, even if the stage was his living room.

He was just quietly but enthusiastically singing along to Taylor’s 'You Belong With Me’, when two hands slid around his waist, a chin hooked over his shoulders and a warm body pressed itself to his back.

"Mornin’ love," Louis murmured into his ear, his voice still raspy from sleep. "Missed you in bed."

"Sorry." Harry said, leaning his head against Louis’, his body going pliant in Louis’ embrace. "I thought I’d make us some breakfast. Oh, and I fed Cliffy as well."

"Thank you, Hazza." Louis pressed a kiss to Harry’s cheek. "Smells amazing." He buried his nose in the crook of Harry’s neck, making him giggle.

"No." Harry protested. "I’m in desperate need of a shower." He playfully tried to shove Louis away with his shoulder.

"You smell great." Louis' grip on him only tightened. "You’re also wearing my shirt. That’s a sight I could get used to if you’re not careful."

"Maybe that’s what I want." Harry flirted and melted in Louis’ arms even more when he pressed soft little kisses along his jawline.

"Hmm… deal?" Louis mumbled into his skin.

"Deal." Harry smiled, flipping the pancake in the pan, while Louis’ curious hands wandered under his shirt.

Harry had a hard time focusing on not burning the pancakes while Louis watched from behind him and caressed the skin of his stomach.

When the last pancakes were almost done, Louis stepped away to set up the table for them and prepare some tea. He suggested Yorkshire and Harry agreed to try it just like Louis liked it. Harry carried the plate with the stacked-up pancakes to the table and sat down, opposite Louis, just like last night.

While they ate, Harry told Louis about his encounter with Zayn from last night and watched a smile spread all over Louis’ face. Harry had heard Louis say multiple times how he hoped that their two friends would get their shit together, but seeing this immediate and genuinely happy reaction on his face, warmed Harry’s heart. Together they wondered when Liam and Zayn would roll out of bed this morning.

They left some pancakes and strawberries for them when they were done eating and cleaned up the kitchen together. While Louis loaded the dishwasher and Harry dried the pan, the realisation of the domesticity of the moment rolled over him like the waves on the beach. And just like Louis earlier, he thought, he could get used to this.

When the kitchen, again, looked like it had never been touched before, they decided that the shower couldn’t wait any longer. On their way out of the kitchen, though, Harry spotted something that stopped them from doing that just yet.

He didn’t know why he hadn’t spotted the picture frames last evening when they had waited for the pizza, but now he stopped in his tracks to take in what he saw.

On a sideboard stood the two frames between a cactus, that Harry recognised as the one Liam had bought at Fuchsia Sea and a collection of all seven Harry Potter books. One photo showed Louis, sitting on a light grey couch in a grey, white and black hoodie. His hair had fewer grey strands than it had right now and in his arm slept a baby. A tiny thing in a white romper.

The second photo showed Louis with a baby as well. This time he was standing, in a blue hoodie and a light green beanie on his head and looked exactly like the Louis that was standing next to Harry right now. There were those pretty grey strands on the sides of his head and his beard had grown for a few days, just like Harry liked it on him.

In his arm, upright leaning on his chest was a little blonde baby with tiny white socks, looking like it was asleep. Louis' arms held it close and his hands protectively wrapped around the small body.

For a short second Harry wondered if those were Louis’ babies. If he had kids that he didn’t tell Harry about but then he heard Louis talk next to him.

"My nephew and my niece." He said.

It was like he heard Louis talking through a fluffy cloud, mesmerised by the sight of Louis holding tiny babies. It was a lot, to see this kind and caring man with such precious creatures in his arms.

Harry cleared his throat. "They are precious." Harry turned to look at Louis, averting his gaze from the pictures.

"They are, they are. Lucky is almost two already, funny little dude. But the small one, Olive, she’s only been born in January. Looks just like her mum."

"Your sister? " Harry asks curiously.

"Yeah, one of them. We’re six at home." He laughed as Harry widened his eyes. "I know. I know. My poor mum. I’m the oldest. Then comes Lottie, she’s Lucky’s mum." He pointed at the first photograph. "Then comes the twins, Daisy and Phoebe, she’s Olive’s mum, and in the end, my mum had another set of twins, Doris and Ernest. It’s a lot at home. But I love them all."

"Wow." Harry was lost for words but he saw the sparkle in Louis’ eyes when he talked about his family. "Your mum must have really strong nerves."

"She does. No idea how she managed all of us. We can be quite the handful." Louis laughed.

“I became an uncle last year, too,” Harry told Louis, looking back at the pictures again while the rain still softly hit the window outside.

“No way! You didn’t tell me about that.” Louis gasped.

“Yeah well… you didn’t tell me about your big family as well.” Harry joked and bumped Louis’ shoulder with his. “Mine is pretty small in comparison. Just my big sister, Gemma, and me.”

“Aww, you’re the baby.” Louis poked a finger into Harry’s chest, making him giggle.

“Not anymore.” Harry stuck out his tongue to Louis, who just laughed a little more at that.

“You look great with them.” Harry quietly said, his eyes again fixed on Louis holding the tiny babies. He didn’t dare to let his thoughts wander. He didn’t even know how long he would stay in Lavender Cove, let alone if there would be a future with Louis. Tiny blue-eyed babies were not on the list. 

You just met him, for god's sake. Maybe take one step at a time?

“Thanks. I fucking love them all. It’s like I said, I miss them every day but I would never want to leave my life here. So I visit them whenever I can and my mum calls me at least once a week to make sure I’m doing well. She’s like my best friend in the world.” Louis’ eyes glisten as he talks about his family and Harry can see the love for them reflecting in the ocean blue of his eyes.

“Do you like kids?” Louis then asks while Harry still stared into his eyes, picturing him with a baby in his arms.

“Love them,” Harry replied. “When my sister told me she’s having one it felt like Christmas came early. I was the first to meet the little girl when she was born. Best day of my life, so far. She was so tiny and so pretty, magical.”

Louis looked at him for a moment, a fond expression on his face.

“Do you have a photo?” He asked then and Harry nodded and fetched his phone from the kitchen counter where he had left it. He opened his gallery and scrolled back to the very first photo Gemma had taken of him and his niece.

He handed the phone to Louis, who looked at it for what felt like an eternity. Then Harry watched as he gulped and handed the phone back to him.

“You two look adorable. Suits you.” His smile was warm and the glistening from earlier was back. “What’s her name?”

“Olina,” Harry said proudly. “It means joy or ray of sunlight. Fits her perfectly. I even got her name tattooed on my thigh.”

“I noticed.” Louis winked at him, but only quickly and looked at him sincerely again. “It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful little girl. I’m sure you’re a very proud uncle.”

“The proudest.” Harry agreed, he took one last glance at the picture frames that showed Uncle Louis. “Come on, the shower has been calling our names for too long now.”

Louis grabbed Harry’s hand and together they walked to Louis’ room. Louis pulled some clothes out of his drawer for Harry to wear because Harry didn’t bring any stuff after their unplanned days and nights spent together. Harry didn’t complain.

Turned out that Louis loved long, hot showers just as much as Harry and here, in Louis’ flat, the water didn’t run cold as fast as in Harry’s cabin. So the window turned foggy as Louis massaged shampoo in Harry’s hair and kisses under the soft spray of water turned into wandering hands that turned into Louis’ hands wrapped around both of their cocks until they painted their bodies in white streaks of come and found a reason to let their hands wander even more.

After they stepped out of the shower and got dressed, distracting themselves by not being able to keep their hands to themselves, they both found the same message on their phones.


Niall
The Higher Tides - Karaoke Night
Eat, drink and sing
Tonight, 9 pm

Niall
I don’t take no for an answer,
see ya tonight lads


They looked up and as their eyes met they both started to laugh.

“A classic Niall,” Louis said. “I think we have to go.”

“Of course we have to go.” Harry sensed the excitement bubbling in his stomach. “I can’t wait to hear you sing. What’s your go-to song?”

“I usually avoid going on that stage.” Louis groaned dramatically, probably replaying memories of former karaoke nights in his head. “Not much of a singer, me.”

“Pfff.” Harry let out. “I don’t believe a single word you’re saying. “If I’m going to sing, you will, too.”

Louis playfully narrowed his eyes. “We’ll see about that. But I’d say I do want to see you on a stage. I’m excited about that, babe. You’ve got the presence for it.”

They bantered back and forth about that, while Harry volunteered to let Niall know that they would come. 

Harry
Lou and I will be there
See you tonight

Niall
Don’t end up in the storage
room again Harold ;)

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Harry was running late. He was running late and he hated it.

They had parted ways before noon because Louis had to be at work on the beach, despite the rainy English weather. They had walked together as long as they could and kissed goodbye with the knowledge of seeing each other again in the evening.

Harry had spent the rest of the day with Zayn at Fuchsia Sea, teaching yoga classes, painting pottery in a workshop and spending time with Ginny, encouraging her to sit on her eggs for just a few more days while feeding her little treats.

Somehow, over dinner with Zayn on his cabin’s porch, while the sun briefly appeared behind the clouds and the air still smelled like a summer rain on concrete, they had lost track of time. Zayn had told him in more details than last night about Liam and how they finally got together. They had hugged for a while over it, not entirely comprehending how they both got so lucky to have met the two men who brought so much happiness to their lives at the same place at almost the same time.

Zayn called it fate.

Harry didn’t find any words for it yet.

So they had hugged and ate and drank some rosé and all of a sudden it was almost 9 pm and Harry didn’t even think about what to wear. Zayn and Liam had decided to join the karaoke night, too, so Zayn rushed home to get ready as well, both of them feeling a little tipsy after sharing the bottle of wine.

In the end, the rosé had made Harry bold and he went for some white wide-leg dress trousers and a sheer black blouse with quite puffy long sleeves. He left it unbuttoned down to his butterfly tattoo, showing off his muscular pecs whenever he moved, and finished the look with some red boots.

He felt sexy and confident, just what he aimed for.

Still, he was running late when he hurried down the cobblestone road that led to The Higher Tides, where his friends and Louis had already started the party.

Louis had sent him a text earlier, letting him know that he saved him a seat at their table and gave him updates about the songs that had already been sung. It was a wild mix from The Backstreet Boys, over Billy Joel to Shania Twain. Harry couldn’t wait to get there.

He closed the sliding glass door of The Higher Tides behind him to keep the lavender-scented breeze from the sea outside and the noise from the bar inside and was immediately surrounded by a mixture of chatter from the crowd of guests at the tables and the music coming from a setup stage opposite of the bar.

When the stage with its colourful lights was in sight as he walked further to find the table with his friends, Harry was hit by a sight he didn’t expect. Not so early in the evening.

He found the table that Zayn and Shawn were sitting at, but his eyes didn’t leave the stage. It took him a moment to recognise the song that was sung as a duet by the two men on stage.

[Don't you worry
It’s gonna be alright
Cause I'm always ready
I won't let you out of my sight]

Liam and Louis, with huge smiles on their flushed faces, stood arm in arm and dramatically performed their rendition of the Baywatch theme song.

[I'll be ready
I'll be ready
Never you fear
No don't you fear
I'll be ready
Forever and always
I'm always here]

It was ridiculous, the way they sang to each other, lost in their own world. Liam skilfully flipped his microphone a couple of times and when they finished the crowd cheered for them, telling Harry that this most likely wasn’t their first time performing this song. They seemed to have quite some fans among the numerous guests.

When the song ended, they bowed and placed their mics back on the stands before they left the stage and walked to their table grinning all over their faces. Harry was still standing a little off by the side and watched Louis.

Only now that he wasn’t too distracted by Liam and Louis’ performance, he realised how Louis’ look for the night had changed compared to his usual quite sporty style.

The first thing Harry noticed was that Louis wore his hair up in a quiff, revealing his forehead that normally hid behind the fluffy hairs of his fringe. All his life Harry had never before thought that a forehead could look so damn hot. 

But even the forehead was nothing compared to what Louis was wearing. His toned legs and perfect ass were hugged by some slim-fitting black trousers. He wore a black tank top but over it, Louis chose a black, mesh bomber jacket that showed every centimetre of Louis’ tattooed arms and glimpses of his chest tattoos.

Harry wanted to drop to his knees and the night hadn’t even begun.

Was it possible to be too attracted to someone? Harry felt like Louis was stealing his breath by just existing. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

Louis was buzzing with excitement, his hands on Liam’s shoulder as he jumped up and down, the energy radiating from his body like electricity through the room and pushing Harry’s body into motion.

Louis and Liam had already sat back down when Harry approached but Louis instantly got up when he noticed Harry standing right in front of their table.

Before Harry could even say a single word, Louis had his hands on his face and pressed an enthusiastic kiss to his lips, right in front of their friends.

Harry felt the blood rush into his cheeks as he closed his eyes and stepped even closer to wrap his arms around Louis’ waist.

When Louis broke their kiss and looked at Harry instead, the spark in his eyes was even more prominent.

"Can’t believe I almost missed your performance," Harry said quietly into his ear, just for Louis to hear "in that outfit." He mouthed at Louis’ earlobe and felt him shiver in his arms.

"You’re one to talk," Louis said, grabbing Harry’s shoulders and slightly pushing him to keep him at arm's length. "Did you see yourself? That blouse is basically transparent."

"I did my best." Harry cheekily grinned and stepped out of his hold, while a woman on stage started to sing Stevie Nicks 'Edge of Seventeen'. Harry was on his way to sit down at the table but turned back to Louis just a little bit to mouth "Ooh, baby, ooh, said ooh" to him, sending him a wink along with it.

Louis just shook his head, smiling, and sat next to Harry, sliding his chair right next to Harry’s and placing his left hand on his leg, while Harry greeted all their friends.

"So who’s next on stage?" Harry asked after they all said their hellos.

"Me," Zayn said, raising the hand with his drink, Liam’s arm resting on his shoulder.

"Nice, Zaynie. Blow them away." Harry loved Zayn’s voice. If he wasn’t so happy with what he created at the centre, he could definitely go for a career in singing. But he was shy, his best friend, and found his happy place here in Lavender Cove and not on the stages of the world.

When the woman on stage left with a round of applause from all of them, Niall appeared at their table and brought new drinks. None of them had ordered anything but no one would say no to frozen strawberry daiquiris. Harry watched Zayn take a big gulp and kiss Liam goodbye before he walked over to the stage, telling the DJ his song.

The melody that started was unfamiliar to Harry but Zayn’s voice fit it like the song was made especially for him. He watched as Zayn closed his eyes to feel the music, swaying to it.

[I gotta love this feelin'
To keep myself from dreamin'
about somethin' else
And you keep me entertained
'Cause I saw the flame, and still walked through it]

"Look at Liam," Louis said into his ear as he leaned in. Harry did and saw what he could only describe as hearty eyes on Liam’s face. He looked at Zayn with so much wonder and adoration that it filled Harry with a warmth, seeing someone so in love with his best friend. Because he knew that that was what he was seeing. A man in love, no doubt.

[I bet you knew it, that I would do it
if I'm given the chance
Ferocious devotion
I can't keep it up, I'm fallin' into motion
Ferocious devotion
I can't keep it up, I'm fallin' into motion]

Harry watched for a while how Zayn’s and Liam’s eyes never left the others but the intimacy of it made him feel like he invaded something very private and so he just smiled down on his lap, overflowing with happiness for his best friend, and took another sip from his fruity drink.

When Zayn’s song came to an end, he earned some standing ovations from the crowd of guests and Liam got up as well, meeting Zayn halfway back to their table and kissing him while bending him over.

Harry felt Louis grabbing his hand in his lap and squeezing it tight. He rested his head on Louis' shoulder and murmured into his ear. "I’m so happy for them."

"Me too, love. And I’m happy for us as well." Louis said and turned his head to press a soft kiss on Harry’s forehead.

Their fingers intertwined, they watched as a man and a woman in their 50s entered the stage and the guests cheered as the first chords of 'Come On Eileen' started to play. Harry happily sang along and he knew he wanted to be on that stage tonight too, he just didn’t know yet which song he would like to sing.

Liam and Zayn had sat back down and all together they sang while the couple on stage had the time of their lives.

They finished their drinks and Louis went to the bar to order a second round of daiquiris for them and a vodka red bull for himself from Niall that were delivered to their table while another couple performed 'Summer Nights' from Grease.

"Oh my god, that’s from my favourite film," Louis shouted, the alcohol painting his cheeks in a lovely pink.

"Grease?" Harry asked unnecessarily, his eyes wide and watched as Louis nodded enthusiastically. Somehow Harry didn’t expect that, but he loved that every day he learned something new about the man he was falling for, even something trivial as his favourite film.

When the couple left the stage, Louis was still telling Harry about his favourite part of the film - the one when Sandy sings 'Hopelessly Devoted To You'. It was quiet for a moment, apart from the chatter of the guests, but no one got up to step on the stage to sing the next song.

Everyone at their table was waiting, looking at each other expectantly as Louis took one big gulp of his vodka Red Bull and got up.

"You?" Harry gaped at him and could hardly believe his luck.

"Sure. That stage has been mine since the very first karaoke night here." Louis winked at him. "Fooled you there, I might not be the biggest singer but I do love a good show."

Louis leaned down and captured Harry’s lips in a bruising kiss before he took one step back and pointed his finger to his chest. "Keep your eyes on me, babe."

And Harry did.

He watched as Louis stepped on the stage, his black trousers stretching around the cheeks of his perfect ass. He watched as Louis took the mic stand and placed it in the middle of the stage and stood in front of it, his stance wide and his long fingers wrapped around the black stand.

Harry watched as Louis nodded to the DJ, giving him his go to start the song and he watched as Louis’ eyes drifted back to Harry, locking him in place.

Harry gulped, his chest rising and falling with the heavy breaths he was taking. He didn’t know what was about to come, but he knew that he would hardly survive it. Pun very much intended.

When the song started to play, Harry recognised the Arctic Monkeys instantly.

[I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven-hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side
With your hands between your thighs]

Louis' lips were pressed to the microphone, not a single millimetre space in between. One hand resting on the mic, the muscles of his upper arm flexed, he pointed with one hand to Harry.

[Stop and wait a sec
When you look at me like that,
my darlin', what did you expect?
I'd probably still adore you
with your hands around my neck
Or I did last time I checked]

Louis leaned back, taking the mic stand with him, his eyes never leaving Harry’s. He was breathing heavily, rubbing his hands on his thighs. It was as if they were the only people in the room.

Who needs air anyway?

Louis took a step away from the mic stand as the music played and Harry just thought he’d get a second to collect his thoughts and his racing heart as Louis stuck out his tongue between his lips and rubbed his hands together, his eyes fixed on Harry.

In Harry’s head replayed images of their first time together in the lifeguard hut, how Louis had laid his hands around his neck and it was like he could feel his phantom touch on his body.

Then, Louis stepped back to the microphone again, his long, tattooed fingers wrapping around it like they did around their cocks in the morning under the shower. Harry bit his lower lip.

[But I crumble completely when you cry
It seems like once again
you've had to greet me with goodbye
I'm always just about to go
and spoil the surprise
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon]

Harry watched as Louis took one step back, the mic stand following him effortlessly while he sang the high notes just as such. Instantly Louis leaned forward again, the mic stand now between his legs just to stand upright, almost grinding his body into the stand.

It was the hottest thing that Harry had ever seen.

[I’m going back to 505
If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side
With your hands between your thighs and a smile]

Louis obviously basked in the cheers and whistles of the crowd as the guitar solo ended the song, standing with his hands around the microphone, nodding with his eyes burning into Harry’s. He looked like a fucking rockstar on that stage.

Harry was sweating and panting, trying to find a way to sit to hide the hard length in his pants as he watched Louis leave the stage and walk back over to their table. There was a shit-eating grin on his face and the hottest confidence in his strut.

Harry was a goner, and his boyfriend was the sexiest man alive.

No! Scratch that. Not his boyfriend, just his… Louis.

When Louis sat down next to him, Harry shoved his shoulder.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Not much of a singer my ass." Harry hissed.

But Louis just laughed. "Why? Two can be a tease, my love. Showing up in that shirt, almost made me eat you alive here at the table in front of everyone." Louis whispered back, the conversation meant for their ears only.

Harry bit his lower lip. "Do." He challenged.

"Later, I’m saving the best for last, babe." Louis placed a kiss on Harry’s throat where he had imagined Louis’ hands to be just a few minutes ago and Harry kneaded his hands into Louis' thighs, trying to stifle his sighs. They were in public after all.

"I’m not a very patient guy," Harry confessed, still trying to even out his breaths and make the blood flow into his brain instead of south.

Louis reached out to stroke a finger along his jawline. "I know you can be." He said quietly, leaning close to Harry’s ear. "For me."

Harry nodded into his touch and Louis kissed his lips, just once.

The two of them didn’t even notice that Niall had already stepped onto the stage, singing a song Harry had never heard before but loved instantly. It helped a little to distract him from the pulsing between his legs and Louis’ hand possessively resting at the crook of his neck.

[Oh no, get ready
I feel it coming, it's coming again
I stay close, hold steady
'Cause I don't want it, don't want it to end]

Listening to Niall’s slightly raspy but warm voice, Harry thought about a way to come back at Louis. He needed to get on that stage. There was no way that Harry would be the only one suffering from a boner in public.

[Don't let the tide come and wash us away
Don't let the tide come and take me
I just want a safe place to hide us away
So don't let the tide come and take me
Don't let the tide come and wash us away]

While Niall sang about the tide that had been the background music to Harry meeting Louis in Lavender Cove, getting to know him and crashing into him like the waves to the beach, Harry had an idea.

A plan formed in his head and when Niall’s song ended and he left the stage, Harry quickly got up before anyone else could. Discreetly brushing his fingers over Louis’ crotch, he leaned down and whispered in his ear, the same words Louis had said to him two songs ago.

"Eyes on me, babe."

Walking to the stage, nervous butterflies erupted in his stomach and Harry took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. He hoped he would nail what he was about to do.

He let the DJ know which song he needed him to play and grabbed a chair that was standing on the side, some kind of bistro chair that Shawn usually used for his performances.

Sorry, Shawn.

One last breath and Harry stepped onto the stage. He placed the chair in the back of the stage and stood in the middle, microphone in hand, hoping to have enough space for his performance. He knew it by heart, he had watched the artist do it a hundred times already.

With his legs wide, he stood in the middle of the stage and waited for the beat to drop.

[Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man.]

He sang, moving his stretched hand along his eye line.

[You did some bad things,
but I'm the worst of them.]

Harry bent his knees to squat down, spreading his legs at the same time. Coming back up he dramatically took one step forward just to turn around and walk towards the chair.

[Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie.
They say looks can kill and I might try]

Harry turned back around, thrusting his shoulder and sticking his chest out.

[I don't dress for women.
I don't dress for men.
Lately, I've been dressin' for revenge.]

His eyes fixed on Louis’, he slid his hand down his torso until he reached his crotch, rolling his body as he sang and sending Louis a scandalised smile.

Louis stared at him with an open mouth, not blinking once.

Forgetting that there were more people than just Louis watching him, Harry walked to the chair now, spread his legs and slowly sank down, letting his ass fall on the chair for the last remaining centimetres.

[I don’t start shit,
but I can tell you how it ends.
Don’t get sad, get even.]

He leaned down on one of his legs, bringing them together and crossing them with his arm above his head.

[So on the weekends,
I don’t dress for friends.
Lately I’ve been dressing for revenge.]

He watched as Louis discreetly looked at his lap and tried to pull his pants a little more down, making place for his dick. Inside, Harry was cheering, his outside stayed cool, bringing his arm down, stroking over the open part of his blouse and then up his leg.

[She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some.
She had the envelope where you think she got it from?]

Sensually he stood up, making sure to stick out his bum just the right way, and walked to the front of the stage, pulling the chair along with him. He placed it in front of himself and leaned above it, slightly bending forward with an open-mouth expression on his face.

[Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride.
Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife.]

Harry slowly walked around the chair, drawing a circle with his stretched-out leg, until he stood next to it.

[And she looks so pretty.]

On the beat, he set one foot up on the chair.

[Driving in your Benz.
Lately she’s been dressing for revenge.]

Again he let his hand slide down his body down to his dick, leaning his head back in pleasure.

Louis was struggling, he could see it more with every passing line of the song. Harry felt like winning, he won Louis’ attention, his desire, the control over his body. Even from afar.

"My boy." Louis mouthed to him, biting his lip as they stared at each other.

[She don’t start shit,
but she can tell you how it ends.]

This time, Harry turned his back to Louis and sat down on the chair with his legs spread again. Letting his bum fall on the cushion of the chair.

[Don’t get sad, get even.]

Then he turned around to look at Louis again, finding him licking his lips and shifting his ass in the chair.

Yes look at me babe, this could be your cock I’m sitting on.

[So on the weekends,
she don’t dress for friends.]

One hand on the chair, the other holding the mic to his mouth, Harry leaned back as far as he could, bending his body. He knew how much Louis liked that, watching him bend in positions that not everyone was able to. 

[Lately she’s been dressing for revenge.]

He slowly got up from the chair, arching his back as much as possible, sticking his ass out in Louis’ direction. He winked at him over his shoulder and watched Louis squirm.

[Ladies always rise above.
Ladies know what people want,
someone sweet and kind and fun.
The lady simply had enough.]

Turning around, Harry sat back down, crossed his legs again and played with a long curl on his head.

[While he was doing lines and crossing all of mines.
Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI.]

Harry kicked his legs in front of him, spread them and leaned far down, moving his body up again to lean back against the chair, his arm over its back.

[And I don’t dress for villains, or for innocents.
I’m on my vigilante shh again.]

He sang with a moan in his voice and got up off his chair, slowly moving his hips side to side, flexing all the right muscles under his sheer blouse at the right time.

[I don’t start shit,
but I can tell you how it ends.]

He gestured cutting his throat with his thumb and ran his free hand up the line of his waist afterwards.

[Don’t get sad, get even.]

Throwing his head back he pointed at Louis.

[So on the weekends,
I don’t dress for friends.
Lately I’ve been dressing for revenge.]

Harry sat back down on the chair, crossed his spread legs and splayed his finger on his knee, freezing in this pose as the song ended. Only now he realised that he was panting, too. But it was nothing compared to the state Louis was in.

As soon as the song ended the guests clapped and cheered and whistled and it was the loudest applause of the whole night, filling Harry with a never known confidence.

So he got up again, gave his mic to the flushed looking DJ, thanked him and couldn’t suppress the proud smile on his face while he made his way back to the table. His group of friends looked at him with stunned faces but Louis, Louis looked at him with desperation in his eyes.

Harry never actually made it back to the table. He was about halfway there, when Louis pushed his chair back, got up and walked up to him. Wordlessly, he grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him away from the guests and their friends who were whistling and cheering them on as they left the room. 

Harry gladly let himself be pulled, he had Louis right where he wanted him, all to himself. The noise of the music and the crowd got more silent as Louis walked them to the private area of The Higher Tides, aiming for the storage room.

Thinking back to Niall’s message from the morning, Harry let out a giggle as Louis pulled the, thankfully not locked, door open and gestured for Harry to step inside, still not saying a single word.

For a second, Harry wondered if Louis was mad but then he closed the door behind him and pushed Harry against it. Instantly Louis was all over him, pressing his whole body into Harry’s, making him feel him from head to toe. His mouth was attached to Harry’s throat, working on marking him up again, while Harry threw his head back against the door, opening his mouth to let out a long moan that he had been holding.

"Fuck. You made me so fucking hard, babe." Louis pressed his hard cock against Harry’s thigh as he mouthed the words into his skin, his hands in Harry’s hair. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" Louis thrust his hips into him again, seeking friction as Harry’s hips met his.

"Taylor." Harry panted. "Big fan. Watched every live. She does it every night on the eras tour." He was struggling to form full sentences, his brain hazy from Louis’ touches, his scent and the way they had teased each other. “But I couldn’t go. Ticketmaster was like the Hunger Games. It’s a shame.” He still was sad about that, but this was the wrong time to mourn.

Because Harry’s hands were on Louis’ ass, kneaded the muscles and pulled Louis into him, while Louis worked on a bruise at his collarbone alternating between sucking, biting and licking and Harry melted under his tongue.

"Jesus Christ. Do you have any idea how hot that was?" Louis groaned as he grabbed Harry’s hand and pressed it to the bulge of his trousers, making him feel the outline of his thick, hard cock.

Harry dropped his head to Louis’ shoulders and bit into the flesh through the fabric of his jacket, while he squeezed his hand, making Louis gasp. Immediately Louis’ lips were on his and they fought for dominance for a bit until Louis bit into Harry’s lower lip and made him whimper in pleasure. Their heated kisses were messy and hungry while Harry’s senses were flooded by Louis’ driftwood scent, the taste of his drink on his tongue and the bruising touches on his body while his hands unbuttoned his shirt and pulled on his hair at the same time. His hands were everywhere and nowhere long enough and Harry wanted more, wanted everything.

Shoving their hips together again and again, they moved together for what felt like an eternity, like it was a dance of pleasure that brought them closer to the edge with every breathy moan and every one of Harry’s pleas.

Still kissing him hard, Louis caged him against the door as he rested one hand against it and shoved the other one between Harry’s legs, making his breath hitch. Harry’s hands were in Louis’s hair, messily combing his fingers through the styled quiff. With a light pull on those strands, he made Louis moan.

"Fuck babe, I wish I could have you right here. I want you so bad." Louis choked out between bruising kisses.

"I want it." Harry inhaled sharply, Louis’ hand on him too much for him to bear. "Always want it. Your lips on that mic, fuck, I want them on me like that."

“Shit, Harry. You can’t say stuff like that in Niall’s storage room.” Louis rested his forehead against Harry’s their lips almost touching as they breathed in the same air, panting.

“I don’t care where we are. I just want you.” Harry tried again, hoping Louis would give in to the needs of his body.

Louis cupped both sides of his face with his hands. “I know, love. Me, too. Be good okay? I won’t fuck you between Niall’s soft drinks and napkins.”

Harry groaned letting his head fall back against the door. Louis' hands slid from his jaw to his neck, holding him.

“Remember the last time, Liam caught us? I really don’t want anyone walking in on us with my dick up your cute ass. Not  happening.” Louis argued.

Harry made a face. “Who cares, they got a little show on that stage not long ago either way…”

“But…,” Louis grabbed his chin and made Harry look at him, “but they don’t get the whole package, that one is for me only and I don’t like to share.” He placed a way too soft kiss to his lips, for Harry’s liking.

“Ugh, fine,” Harry said, pursing his lips and accepting Louis’ kiss. A pause. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, Haz.” Louis looked into his eyes but played with Harry’s bottom lip as he talked, running his thumb over it, pulling on the plush cushion of it.

“It made me very happy when you kissed me in front of all our friends out there earlier.” Harry felt his cheeks flush but didn’t break their eye contact.

“I hoped you’d feel that way. I just could not not kiss you, you know?” He pecked Harry’s lips again and again. “Always want to kiss that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Don’t start something again that you won’t finish, I still feel like my cock will explode from all your teasing.” There was a hint of truth in Harry’s playful frustration.

“Okay, okay, I’m stopping.” Louis lifted his hands in surrender.

“But…,” he drawled, “it made me very happy that you let me kiss you in front of all our friends as well, my love.”

My love. There it was again.

“Lou…” Harry whined, but Louis just smiled at him fondly.

“Could also call you ‘my boy’, like it slipped my tongue earlier when you were on stage riding that chair, would that be better?” Louis was a natural tease, Harry knew that, but this was torture with no relief.

Harry chased Louis’ lips and bit his bottom lip, quite hard to make a point. “Love it…” He murmured between bites and strokes of his tongue, making Louis thrust his hips against Harry’s one more time. He was still as hard as Harry, so he tortured himself just as much. Their lips would look swollen and deep red whenever they left the room. “But either I need a strong drink or an orgasm. Now. Your choice which one you can provide.”

“Come on.” Louis laughed and took Harry’s hand in his, pulling him out of the storage room the same way he had pulled him in there not long ago. “We’re doing shots now, babe.”

On their way out, they both one-handed adjusted themselves in their trousers and walked back to the bar, silencing a grinning Niall with one look and an order of tequila with salt and lemons.

Chapter Text

Two weeks had passed since Harry and Louis had confessed that they were more than just friends to each other. The quiet town of Lavender Cove had become a canvas for their burgeoning romance, painting their days with a warm, hazy glow. They had been spending nearly every moment together, sharing meals, secrets, and laughter as if they had known each other for a lifetime.

After two weeks of talking about almost everything under the sun, from their favourite movies to their fears, and the more they talked, the more Harry realised just how much they had in common.

Two weeks of sex that had made Harry and Louis inseparable. They had discovered the rhythms of each other's bodies, the tender spots that made them gasp and the rough ones that made them moan. The quiet nights in Harry's cabin were filled with the sound of their passion, echoing through the salty lavender air and crashing waves outside.

But tonight Harry was alone in his cabin while Louis was on duty at the beach. Used to be his only company in his life back in London, Harry felt content on his own and appreciated having some important me time. While taking care of some things Louis didn’t have to know this early in their exploration of each other, Harry listened to the upcoming storm sending its harbingers through the open windows. The wind howled around the cabin, rustling through the leaves and stirring up the soil around the stilts. It was an eerie sound, but it didn't seem to bother the birds chirping away in the trees in the backyard. Harry glanced out the window, watching as they flitted from branch to branch, oblivious to the storm that was brewing just beyond the horizon.

He turned away from the window, his eyes falling on the small coffee table in the centre of the room. On it sat a steaming cup of tea, a plate of homemade courgette muffins, and the note he found next to the plate earlier on his doorstep. He recognised Zayn's handwriting instantly, and he felt a warmth spread through his chest again. It was comforting, in a strange sort of way.

The wind howled anew, making the cabin creak and groan as if it were a living thing, protesting against the oncoming storm. Harry reached out and took a sip of his tea, savouring the familiar taste of chamomile and lemon balm.

He picked up the note and re-read it, his heart swelling with gratitude. It was true; he had changed since coming here. He felt stronger, more sure of himself. He owed it all to Zayn and this place, this sanctuary on the edge of the world.

Harry finished his tea and took a bite of one of the muffins, savouring the mix of sweet and savoury flavours. As he ate, he listened to the wind howl and the trees creak, feeling at peace with the world for the first time in a long time.

He thought about what Zayn wrote on the note, about how he'd seen him grow since coming to Lavender Cove. Harry felt stable here. He felt like he could face anything, even the storm that was brewing outside.

Harry finished the last of his muffin and stood up, stretching his limbs. The cabin creaked beneath his weight as he walked over to the window, drawn by the sound of the wind and the trees. He peered out into the darkness, watching as the branches swayed back and forth, dancing to the tune of the storm.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. He started, surprised by the interruption. The knock came again, more insistent this time. It was Zayn, standing outside the cabin, his familiar face partially illuminated by the lantern he held. "You okay in there, H?" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the wind.

Harry moved to the door, opening it a crack. "Yeah, I'm good," he said, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. "Just... thinking, you know?"

Zayn smiled at him, his expression softening. "Yeah, I do know," he said quietly. "Listen, I just wanted to check in and see if you wanted to come over to the main house. The storm's getting pretty bad, and I thought maybe you'd like some company while it blows over."

Together, they made their way through the darkness toward the main house. The wind seemed to grow even stronger as they left the safety of the cabin, whipping Harry's hair into his face and making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. He clutched his knitted colourful cardigan tighter around him, grateful for its warmth and protection.

"You know, you really don't have to check on me," Harry said to Zayn, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. "I can take care of myself."

"I know you can, H," Zayn replied, his voice steady despite the gusting wind that tugged at his cloak. "But I worry about you sometimes. You've been through a lot, and I just want to make sure you're okay."

They continued on, Fuchsia Sea just next door and still feeling like miles away. As they neared, the wind died down slightly, allowing Harry to better hear the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

"I really appreciate you looking out for me, Zaynie," Harry said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the wind. "It means a lot." He paused, taking in a deep breath of the salty air, trying to ignore the ache in his chest that threatened to overwhelm him.

They rounded the corner of the main house, the warm glow of lanterns spilling out into the darkness of this evening. The scent of wood smoke and seaweed hung heavy in the air, mingling with the smell of rain. Zayn led him to the fireplace where a crackling fire blazed, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Harry sank into a plush floor pillow, feeling the warmth of the flames against his skin.

"Can I get you anything?" Zayn asked, settling down next to him. "Hot chocolate with some fresh mint, maybe?"

Harry smiled, feeling the warmth of Zayn's presence beside him. "That sounds amazing," he replied, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "Thanks."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the only sound the crackling of the fire and the distant roar of the ocean. Harry could feel the tension beginning to drain from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of calm. He couldn't help but wonder how it was possible for Zayn to have such a soothing effect on him. Maybe it was just being in the presence of someone who truly understood what he'd been through, someone who didn't expect him to be anything but who he was in this moment.

As the hot chocolate Zayn had brought him began to cool, Harry found himself lost in thought, staring into the dancing flames. The fire cast long, flickering shadows across the room, painting the walls and ceiling with patterns of gold and crimson. He felt mesmerised by the warmth and the gentle crackling of the wood, and for a moment, he could almost forget about everything else.

"You know, H, I'm really glad you're here," Zayn said quietly, his voice breaking into Harry's reverie.

”I know, the muffins already spilt your secret,” Harry giggled.

"Babes, I’m trying to be serious here” Zayn laughed nevertheless. “When you first came, I mean, you were just... different. You were broken, and I could see it. But now, well, you've done so much work on yourself. You've grown so much. I'm just so proud of you."

Harry felt a lump form in his throat as he looked over at Zayn. His eyes were soft and sincere, and there was a warmth in them that Harry hadn't seen in a long time. He didn't know what to say in reply, so he just nodded and looked back down at his hands, feeling a mixture of emotions churning inside of him.

"You know, Z, I'm not perfect. I've still got a long way to go," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "But being here, with you... it's made all the difference. You've helped me more than you'll ever know."

They sat in silence for a moment, the fire crackling between them. The warmth of the flames seemed to spread outward, enveloping them both. Harry found himself wondering what it would be like to stay here, in this peaceful sanctuary by the sea, forever. He imagined waking up to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks, the salty lavender breeze rustling through the trees, the scent of nature lingering in the air.

"You know, you don't have to worry about finding your way back," Zayn said quietly, as if reading his mind. "You can stay as long as you want, or need. There's no rush."

Harry looked over to him, feeling a weight lift from his chest. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had offered him such a comforting thought. This place, this cabin by the sea, it had become so important to him. A place where he could finally begin to heal.

As he stared into the fire once more, he realised that Zayn was right. He had grown so much since he'd first arrived. He'd made progress in his recovery, found peace amidst the chaos of his thoughts. And now, as they sat here together, the companionable silence surrounding them, he felt a sense of hope that he hadn't known in a long time.

The cabin by the sea had become a holy place for him, a place where he could retreat from the world and find solace. It was a place where he could heal, both physically and emotionally. The energy of Fuchsia Sea seemed to emanate warmth and comfort, like a protective blanket wrapped around him.

Harry let out a long sigh as he leaned back against the pillows, taking in the view of the garden lit by a few lanterns beyond the window. He felt the deep breath he took echoing in his whole body, felt a sense of lightness that he hadn't experienced in a very long time.

"You really think so?" he asked, his voice still soft with wonder. "That I've changed, I mean?"

Zayn smiled, his eyes never leaving Harry's face. "You've grown, babes. You've faced your demons and come out the other side. You've learned to forgive yourself, and that's no small feat. This cabin, it's just a place to help you along that journey. A sanctuary to heal. You gave it its purpose."

Harry felt a warmth spread through his chest as he listened to Zayn's words. He knew, deep down, that Zayn was right. He had changed. The memories of his past no longer haunted him as they once did. He could feel himself growing stronger, more resilient, with each passing day.

As he looked around the centre, taking in the familiar sights and smells, he realised that it wasn't just this place that had helped him heal. It was Louis too. Louis had been a constant source of support and comfort, always there when Harry needed him most. Louis was a reason why this place was more than just a sanctuary; he was a safe haven.

Harry couldn't help but wonder how Louis would react if he ever found out about his past. Would he still look at him the same way? Would he still offer him the same kindness and understanding? Or would everything change? The thought made Harry's stomach twist into knots.

He turned his attention back to the present, taking in the sound of the wind crashing against the windows of the centre. It was soothing, almost hypnotic. He could feel the warmth of the fire against his skin, the softness of the pillows beneath his head. At this moment, everything seemed to be just right.

And then, his world was tumbling. The ringtone of Zayn's phone cut through the silence like a knife, its piercing tone jarring and disrupting the peace that had settled over him. It was Liam.

Harry felt his stomach drop as he listened to Zayn's side of the conversation. There had been an accident at the beach. Something about Louis... He couldn't catch all the details, but the fear in Liam's voice was unmistakable.

He sat up, the weight of the blanket he had taken earlier pressing down on his chest as he struggled to process the information. "What's going on?" he managed to choke out. "Is it Louis? Is he okay?"

Zayn's expression was grim as he hung up the phone. "Liam says there's been an accident at the beach. Someone was swimming too close to the rocks and got hurt badly." His voice trailed off, and Harry could see the fear in his eyes. "Louis was out there trying to rescue them… but.. he couldn’t.”

Harry's heart stopped. "Is he okay? Is he hurt?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

Zayn took a deep breath, his expression grave. "He's... not in the best shape. Liam said he was really shaken up. He tried to rescue the person, but they were too far out. There was nothing he could do." The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their implications.

Harry felt his heart constrict as he fought back the fear that threatened to overwhelm him. He knew all too well what it was like to lose someone in such a way, to feel utterly helpless as tragedy unfolded before your eyes. "I need to see him," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I need to be with him."

Without another word, Harry stood up, his legs wobbling beneath him. He stumbled across the wooden floor, tripping over a pillow, grabbing his jacket and keys before racing out the door. The cold air hit him like a slap in the face, but he barely registered it. All he could think about was Louis and the hope that he would be okay.

The wind howled around him, whipping his hair into his face as he raced toward Louis’ flat. The rain came down in sheets, obscuring his vision and making the world around him a blur of grey and white. He couldn't see more than a few feet in front of him, but that didn't stop him. He just kept running, his heart pounding in his chest as he fought against the relentless storm.

His feet sloshed through puddles, sending cold water up his legs, but he barely registered the discomfort. All he could think about was Louis and the hope that he would be safe. He knew what it was like to lose someone, to feel the helplessness and despair that came with it, and he refused to let that happen to his beloved one.

The rain pelted his face, stinging his eyes and making it difficult to see, but he kept pushing forward. He didn't know how much time had passed since he left the centre, but it felt like an eternity. His lungs burned from breathing in the cold, damp air, and his muscles ached from the exertion, but he couldn't slow down. Not now.

Finally, he caught a glimpse of Louis' red-bricked building, the familiar light spilling out from the front window on the second floor. His heart leapt into his throat, and he forced his tired legs to move even faster. He didn't know what he would find when he got there, but he knew he had to be with Louis. He had to be there for him.

Thankfully the ground floor door was agape, as if it had been waiting for Harry. He ran up the stairs to the second floor, breathing heavily. When he stood in front of the door to the flat the wind outside let up just enough for Harry to make out the sounds of voices inside. He paused for a moment, catching his breath and wiping the rain from his face. As he steadied himself, he forced his wet hair out of his eyes and knocked at the door.

Liam opened, looking pale and tired. His eyes were red from crying, and he seemed to shrink back a step when he saw Harry. "Harry," he said softly. "Zayn called me. I knew you’d come. Here take that towel. I made coffee."

He handed Harry a towel, then stepped aside to let him enter. The flat was quiet, with the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. "Lou is in his room," Liam said, his voice cracking. "He's... he's not in a good place right now."

Harry nodded, wiping the rain from his face and neck. He could hear muffled sobs coming from behind the closed door. His heart ached for Louis, and he struggled to keep his own emotions in check as he made his way down the hall. He paused outside the door, taking a deep breath before knocking softly.

"It's me, Lou," he said, his voice low and steady. "Can I come in?" There was a moment of silence, and then the sound of the key being turned. The door opened a crack, revealing a tear-streaked face beneath a tangle of wet hair.

"Hazza," Louis whispered, his voice hoarse from crying.

"Hey, darling," Harry replied, his own voice thick with emotion. "I'm here now." He pushed the door open wider, stepping into the room. It was a mess: clothes strewn about, pillows thrown to the floor, sheets tangled and damp. But none of that mattered right now. All that mattered was being with Louis.

Harry closed the door behind him and moved them both to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to take Louis' hand in his own. It was cold and clammy, but he held onto it tightly, not wanting to let go. "I'm so sorry, Lou. I wish I could take this away from you."

Louis let out a shuddering breath, his shoulders shaking as fresh tears streamed down his face. "I don't know what to do, Haz. It's like I'm stuck in this nightmare and I can't wake up."

Harry squeezed his hand gently. "You're not alone, Lou. You've got me now. We'll get through this together." He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Louis' hand. "And it's not your fault. None of it. You're the most amazing person I know, and I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

He could feel Louis' body relax a fraction as he leaned into Harry's touch. "But how am I supposed to move forward from this, Haz? I don't know what to do with myself."

Harry squeezed Louis' hand gently. "You don't have to figure it out all by yourself, Lou. You can lean on me, and Liam, and the rest of the guys. We're here for you, and we'll help you get through this." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I know what it's like to lose someone on duty, and it feels like the world is ending. But you have to keep going, even when it hurts."

The memory of his own loss flooded back to him, and for a moment, he couldn't meet Louis' eyes. He swallowed hard, struggling to keep his composure. "I lost someone… a colleague… a close friend during a fire. We vented a roof and he broke through.”

Silence filled the room. He needed to get it out, needed to show Louis that he understood his pain. “I tried to save him. To pull him up. Or at least hold him until they could find us in the smoke. But… I just couldn’t. I came to Lavender Cove because I needed a fresh start. I needed to be somewhere where I could focus on helping others, instead of wallowing in my own pain." He paused, wiping away another tear from Louis' cheek. "And you know what? It worked. Being here, being with you, it made all the difference."

Harry leaned in closer, so close that Louis’ lashes tickled Harry’s cheek. "I know it feels like you're the one drowning right now, but you've got to keep breathing. Just breathe, darling.”

He looked Louis deep in the eyes, reached out with his free hand and wiped away a few tears from Louis' jawline. “It felt like burning from the inside back then. But the water you’re drowning in now helped to extinguish the aching flame inside me." He kissed Louis softly on the forehead. "You can't let this thing beat you. You're stronger than that. You're not alone. Let my flames now vaporise the water that's drowning you. I'm here for you, Louis. Always."

He could feel Louis' body trembling against his own, and he tightened his grip on his hand, offering what little comfort he could. "You've got to believe that you're going to make it through this. You've got this strength inside you, Lou. You just have to let it out." He paused, taking a deep breath. "And you can do it. You can get through this."

“Haz?” Louis pauses. “When did you get so cheesy?” He tried to laugh about his own words but it didn’t come naturally.

At least we know he’s still inside…

Harry smiled at him encouragingly and glanced at his phone in Louis hand.

"Bear with me, darling. Times like this require some cheese. Cheese makes everything better.”

Harry tried to ease the mood but failed. “Why don't you call your mom right now, Lou? It might make you feel a little better. And if not, at least you'll know you tried." He squeezed Louis' hand gently, hoping to offer some comfort. "Go ahead. Dial her number."

Louis hesitated for a moment, his grip on the phone tightening. "I... I can't." The words came out as a whisper, thick with emotion. "What would I even say to her? She’ll be so disappointed with me."

Harry's heart ached at the pain in Louis' voice. He pulled his man closer, wrapping his arms around him. "You don't have to tell her everything right now. Just tell her that you need her and that you love her. She'll understand. She's your mom, Louis. She'll always be there for you, no matter what."

He pressed a kiss to the top of Louis' head, feeling the warmth of his body against his lips. "I know it's hard, but you can't keep all this hurt inside. You have to let it out somehow. Calling your mom, or one of your siblings, or even just talking to Liam or me, it's all part of the process."

Harry pulled back slightly, meeting Louis' eyes. "And you're not going to disappoint her, okay? You're just having a rough patch, that's all. She loves you unconditionally, and she's going to want to help you through this. You need to give her the chance to do that."

He took a deep breath and then, with a steady hand, he dialled the number on the phone and put it on speaker. The phone rang once, twice, before the familiar voice answered on the other end. "Hi boobear.”

Harry smiled at the endearing nickname and then nudged Louis gently. "It's okay, Louis. Tell her."

"Hi Mom, it's um..." Louis trailed off, his voice cracking.

Harry placed a comforting hand on Louis' back, running circles with his fingers and squeezing gently. "It's okay, you can do this. Just tell her what's going on, and let her help you."

"Hi Mom, I had a shitty day." His voice was barely above a whisper, but it was strong enough for Harry to hear the tears behind the words.

"Oh, honey," she responded, her voice full of concern. "What happened? Is everything okay?"

"No, Mom," Louis choked out, his voice cracking even more. "I just... I feel so lost." There was a long pause, and then he forced out, "I couldn’t save them.”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, and then a soft, gentle voice asked, "Who, baby? Who couldn't you save?"

Harry glanced over at Louis, who was crying silently into the phone, his whole body shaking. He wished he could take away the pain, the guilt that Louis was feeling. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he had to try.

"Louis, sweetie, listen to me," his mom's voice came through the phone, her tone calm and reassuring. "I know with my whole heart you did everything you could. I know, it’s the first time you couldn’t help them. But Louis, you saved more lives than you'll ever know. You are a hero, just by being there. You can't blame yourself for this. It's not your fault."

Harry felt a wave of relief wash over him as he listened to her speak. She understood. She was saying all the right things. He glanced over at Louis, who was still sobbing silently into the phone, his body racked with emotion.

"I know this is hard for you, darling, but your mom's right. You can't blame yourself for this. You did everything you could, and you saved so many lives through the years. You're not just a hero, you're a superhero. My superhero."

Harry's words echoed through the room, a gentle reminder of the truth that Louis' mother had just spoken. As he listened to them, Louis finally found the strength to pull away from the phone, wiping at his eyes and trying to steady his breath. He glanced over at Harry, whose eyes were filled with nothing but love and encouragement.

"I-I'm sorry, Mom," he managed to choke out between ragged breaths. "I didn't mean to... I just... I don't know what to do."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before his mother spoke again. "You know, Lou-Lou, you can always come home. We'd love to have you here, to help you through this. You're never alone, you know that."

Harry squeezed Louis' shoulder gently, offering silent support. "Thanks, Mom," Louis finally managed to say, his voice still shaky. "I'll think about it."

There was another long pause, and then Louis' mom spoke again. "You know where we are, boobear. And we love you, no matter what. We'll be here for you, whenever you need us. You could even bring your Haz, the house is big enough.”

Harry smiled at the mention of his mom, calling him by his nickname. It made him feel a little better, a little less like the weight of the world was only on his shoulders. He stroked Louis' hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

As they hung up the phone, both of them still a little shaky, they sat together on the bed, taking in the silence of the room. It felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe.

"I'm so sorry, Boo," Harry whispered, reaching out to take his hand. "I wish I could take this away from you."

He felt Louis' fingers tighten around his own, and for a moment they just sat there, lost in their own thoughts. The silence in the room was deafening, each breath they took felt like it echoed off the walls. Finally, Louis spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Do you want to lay down with me for a bit? I'm really tired, and I just... I don't want to be alone right now."

Harry nodded, understanding the need for comfort and closeness in the face of such overwhelming emotion. Harry took off his still-wet clothes and helped Louis to take off his. They climbed under the sheets just in their boxers, their bodies pressed together, seeking out the warmth and safety that only another person could provide. As they laid there, Harry wrapped his arms around Louis, holding him close, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he tried to steady his breath.

"I'm here for you, love," Harry whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Louis' lips.

They laid together in silence for a while, their bodies entwined, seeking comfort in the warmth and safety they found in each other. Louis traced the ridges of Harry's burn scars on his thighs with his fingertips, feeling the puckered skin beneath.

"I didn't know," Louis whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I mean, I knew you'd had an accident, I saw the scars when we… you know… but I never... I never thought you could have been through something like this."

Harry felt Louis' hand move up and down his thigh, tracing the puckered ridges of his scars. It was a gentle, almost soothing touch, and he leaned into it, closing his eyes briefly as he tried to focus on the feeling rather than the pain behind the scars.

"It's okay," he whispered. "They're just scars. They don't define who I am. That’s why I got the tiger tattoo. I fought it and …”

He trailed off, not quite sure how to explain the tattoo, the symbolism behind it. But Louis seemed to understand. He squeezed Harry's thigh gently and slid down under the blanket, pressing a soft kiss to the ridges of the scar on Harry’s thigh. It sent a shiver down his spine, the feeling of his soft lips against the puckered skin.

Louis came back up again. Facing Harry, only inches apart. "I love you," Louis whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry this happened to you. I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

The words hung in the air, resonating like the sweetest melody. Harry felt a wave of relief wash over him, followed by a rush of emotion so intense it was almost overwhelming. It was the first time he heard Louis say the word out loud. He somehow had shown him the love through small things before, but it was never spoken out loud. Harry had feared the confession might ruin the easy existence they had built over the weeks, but instead, it felt like a puzzle piece snapping into place, completing a picture that had been missing a crucial part.

Harry reached up and cupped Louis' face in his hands. "I love you too, Lou. You are here for me. You're here now, and that's what matters." He leaned forward and kissed him gently, their lips pressed together for what felt like an eternity.

The weight of the day, the pain, the fear, it all seemed to lift a little as they held each other. Louis let out a shuddering breath, his body relaxing against Harry's. He buried his face in Harry's neck, taking in the familiar scent of his skin, the warmth of his body.

"I love you, Haz," he whispered, the words still thick with emotion. "I love you so much."

Harry wrapped his arms around Louis, holding him close as they laid there in the darkness. He could feel Louis' heart racing against his own chest, and he wondered if it was from fear, exhaustion, or the overwhelming emotion that seemed to have taken hold of them both.

"It's okay, Lou," he whispered, leaning away slightly to kiss Louis softly. "I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere."

They laid there, their bodies entwined, feeling the rise and fall of each other's chests as they tried to find comfort in the silence. After a moment, Louis shifted slightly, pressing his hips against Harry's, feeling the heat of his skin. The movement sent a wave of pleasure through him, and he couldn't help but let out a small moan.

Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he looked down at Louis, his expression a mix of surprise and desire. "Are you sure you're up for that?" he asked softly, his voice thick with concern.

Louis met his gaze, and something fierce and possessive flashed in his eyes. "I was never more sure of anything," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I want you, Harry. I need you. I need to feel you."

Harry couldn't deny the truth in those words. He wanted Louis just as badly, wanted to feel their bodies pressed together, to lose himself in the sensation of skin on skin, heartbeat against heartbeat. He leaned forward, kissing Louis deeply, their tongues tangling together in a desperate dance.

Louis moaned into the kiss, his hands tangling in Harry's hair as he arched his back, pressing their hips closer together. Harry could feel the hard length of Louis' cock trapped between them, and it only served to fuel the fire burning inside him. He broke the kiss, gasping for air, and then trailed his lips down Louis' jaw, sucking and nipping at the skin before moving lower still.

"I love the way you taste," he murmured, kissing his way down Louis' neck, nibbling on the pulse point. He could feel Louis shudder on top of him, and it only made him more desperate to touch him, to make him feel good. His hands moved lower, skimming over Louis' hips and then lower, cupping his ass cheeks in his palms.

"Harry..." Louis moaned, arching his back into the touch. "Oh, fuck..."

Harry smiled against Louis' skin, sucking harder at the sensitive flesh of his neck. He moved one hand into Louis' boxer-brief, cupping Louis' hip, guiding it in small circles, grinding their cocks together. The other hand trailed lower, finding his entrance, circling the soft skin around it.

"Harry," Louis moaned, arching his back further into Harry's touch. His hips bucked forward, seeking more contact, more friction. Harry let out a groan, feeling the head of his cock press against Louis’.

“Take off the boxers, Lou. I’ll make you feel good.” Harry whispered in Louis’ ear.

Louis kneeled up, reached down between them, his fingers shaking slightly as he pulled down Harry’s briefs and then pulled down the fabric over his own hips, revealing his hard cock. It stood tall and proud, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. Harry couldn't help but marvel at its size, its beauty.

He looked up at Louis, seeing the mixture of desire and vulnerability in his eyes, and felt the urge to show all the love inside of him to Louis. He leaned forward, kissing Louis tenderly on the mouth, his hand moving lower, finding a way to touch his erection. He reached between them, wrapping his hand around it, feeling the heat and strength of it in his palm. Louis still kneeled above him, legs on each side of his hips. He stroked Louis roughly, feeling the smooth skin slide over his fingers, the head of his cock pressing into the palm of his hand.

"Fuck, Haz," Louis groaned, arching his back. "You feel so good." His hips rocked forward, meeting Harry's hand, guiding him in the rhythm he needed. Harry could feel Louis' pre-cum leaking out, coating his hand, making the friction even more intense. “Move up a bit, sit up and come up higher, Lou.” As told, Louis sat up and Harry leaned forward, taking Louis' cock into his mouth, sucking hard while still stroking the part outside of his mouth with the hand that didn’t hold himself up.

The taste of Louis filled his mouth, the hot length of his cock sliding over his tongue.

“Haz… I want..” Louis moaned. “I want to feel you.”

Harry looked up at him through his lashes and let Louis' cock spring free with a last lick. “We can switch spots, Lou.” His finger moved to Louis nipple. "Do you want that?" He whispered, rolling the hard bud between his finger and thumb. Louis moaned, legs trembling under the touch, but he shook his head. "I love your body, Lou. I love touching you, feeling you, seeing you. I love you!"

Harry pulled Louis' head down, Louis' body sliding down slightly to reach Harry’s lips, kissing him tenderly. His hand moved away from his chest, trailing down Louis' stomach, skimming over the soft skin of his lower belly. He hesitated for a moment, then reached between them, guiding his cock to Louis' entrance, his pointer finger sliding over the dry rim. He held himself steady, not moving forward, brushing the tip of his cock against the sensitive skin, looking into Louis' eyes, seeking permission.

Louis bit his lip, arching his back into the touch. "Yes," he breathed. "Love, please."

“Do you need some preparation, darling?” Harry leaned forward, his breath hot against Louis' ear.

“Just some lube. I want to feel you as much as possible.” Louis moaned as Harry’s finger, still a bit wet with salvia and pre-cum, slipped slightly through the entrance.

Harry nodded, let go of Louis' ass and reached to his right to grab the small tube of lube Louis had placed in the drawer of the nightstand. He squirted some onto his fingertip, coating it thoroughly, then leaned slightly forward, pressing his coated finger against Louis' entrance again.

"Okay?" he whispered, pressing in slowly. Louis gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Okay?" Harry repeated, beginning to push his finger in deeper, spreading the lube everywhere needed. "Are you ready for me?" Louis whimpered, nodding frantically.

Harry removed his finger, coating his own throbbing cock with more lube before positioning himself again. Slowly Louis began to sink himself down on Harry.

"Oh god, you feel so good," Louis moaned, his eyes squeezed shut. He was shaking, his body tensing as he took more of Harry's length inside him. Harry gripped the sheets with one hand, feeling the heat of Louis' skin at his hip under his other hand as they moved together.

"You're so tight, Lou, fuck me, that’s intense" Harry groaned, thrusting deeper. "Oh, yeah… just … like… that." Louis’ hips circled around him. He watched as Louis' chest heaved with each breath, the muscles in his abdomen tensing and relaxing with each movement. His hips moved faster, meeting Louis' rhythm, their bodies in perfect sync.

The headboard slammed against the wall behind them, the sound echoing in the room, but neither of them cared. All they could focus on was the feeling of being connected, of giving and taking pleasure in equal measure. Louis arched his back, his fingers digging into Harry's breast muscles as he rode him harder.

"Fuck, Lou," Harry groaned, thrusting up to meet him. "You're so hot."

The bed creaked beneath them as they moved together in perfect harmony. Harry gripped Louis' hips tightly, his fingers dug into the soft flesh as he drove in deeper. Louis arched his back, his breath coming out in short, ragged gasps. His eyes were half-closed, his lips parted in a sigh as Harry's cock slid against his prostate.

"God, yes," Louis moaned. He threw his head back, letting go of the last remnants of control as Harry's thrusts grew faster and deeper. "Fuck, Hazza, right there, again, please babe, I'm close."

Harry's grip on Louis' hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more frantic, pressing on the right spot. "Cum with me," he urged, his voice raw with desire. "Let it go, Lou."

The sensation of Harry's cock hitting that spot inside him again and again sent Louis over the edge. "Harder," he gasped, arching his back further as his orgasm swept through him. His muscles tensed, his fingernails dug into Harry's shoulders, and he let out a long, shuddering cry.

Harry felt the ripples of Louis' release drip to his body, the tightness around him as he came. He thrust harder, faster, losing himself in the feel of Louis' body moving against his own. His hips moved in a frenzied rhythm, his cock throbbing as he neared his own release.

"Fuck, Lou," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "You feel so good." He slammed into Louis one last time, his body tensing as he came, his cum spilling deep inside Louis.

Harry held him close, feeling the warmth of Louis’ body against his as they both came down from their high. The sweat that had broken out on their skin mingled, and their breaths came out in ragged gasps. Louis traced his fingers along Harry's jaw, feeling the stubble there.

"That was...," he began, but couldn't quite find the words to express what they'd just shared. Harry nestled his face into the crook of Louis' neck, inhaling deeply.

Harry laughed softly, running his fingers through Louis' hair. "Yeah, it was." He looked up at Louis, who lifted himself up from Harry, taking in the flushed cheeks and the way their bodies were still tangled together. "You okay with that?" he asked, his voice quiet. "With us doing it… like that… without… and I… and you… you know?"

Louis nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I am," he replied, tracing Harry's jawline with his fingertip. "I'm more than okay with it. I trust you. I like it. And I love you." He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. "I really, really love you."

Harry felt his heart swell at the words, his chest tightening at the way Louis was looking at him. He didn't take it for granted, not for a second. He kissed Louis softly, their lips moving against each other in a tender, loving dance.

"I love you too, Lou," he murmured, stroking a hand down his back. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

They laid there for a while, their breaths slowing, their bodies cooling from the heat of passion. Harry couldn't help but feel content, wrapped up in Louis' arms. It felt like they had been together for years, not just a few short weeks.

"You know," Louis murmured, tracing a finger along Harry's muscles, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be your official boyfriend."

Harry smiled. "You have, hm?" He kissed the tip of Louis'  nose, his breath hot against his skin. "And what would that involve, exactly?"

"Well, it would mean that we're exclusive, of course," Louis replied, his voice laced with amusement. "But it would also mean that we're in it for the long haul. That we're committed to each other, through thick and thin."

Harry smiled, looking deep in Louis' blue shimmering eyes. "And what do you think, Boo? You think we're in it for the long haul?"

"Well," Louis drawled, kissing Harry's lips, "I hope so. My mum already knows about you. I mean, it's only been a few weeks, but it feels like I've known you forever." He paused, their bodies still entwined. "Don't you think?"

Harry chuckled, nuzzling his face into the crook of Louis' neck. "Yeah, I do. And to be honest, I've been thinking about that too. ‘bout us… being official." He took a deep breath, his heart feeling like exploding. "I mean, I'd love to be your boyfriend, Lou. If you want me to be."

Louis smiled, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on Harry's breast. "I do want you to be, actually. I just wanted to make sure you felt the same way." He looked up at Harry, their eyes meeting for a moment. "I don't want to pressure you into anything you're not ready for."

He smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "I want to be your boyfriend, Boo. Your official boyfriend."

Louis' smile widened, and he rolled over so that he was on top again, looking down at Harry. His eyes were filled with love and adoration, and Harry felt a shiver run down his spine. "Okay," Louis breathed. "Okay."

He leaned down, pressing their foreheads together. "I really, really love you."

"I love you too, darling," he murmured, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

They didn’t move for a while, just enjoying the feeling of being connected, their bodies still slick with sweat and pleasure. It felt so right, so natural to be here with Louis. Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him. It was as if everything had finally fallen into place.

"What do you think the future holds for us?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Louis smiled down at him, his eyes twinkling with hope and excitement.

"I don't know," he admitted, "but I can't wait to find out as long as you are there."

Harry giggled. ”Now who’s the cheesy one, darling?!”

Chapter Text

Harry woke up to voices in the backyard drifting through the cracks of his half-opened cabin window. He stretched his body, keeping his eyes closed and felt the warm rays of sunlight shining on him, appreciating them even more after the storm that had lasted these past two days.

Yesterday, they woke up in Louis’ room after Harry had spent the night, neither of them willing to separate after confessing their love for one another. They had stayed close, bundled up in Louis’ bed, whispered their love into each other's skin, sharing body heat and sharing orgasms until they were spent and tired and drifted off to sleep again at 10 am in the morning.

Luckily, Louis had set an alarm for his shift at the beach and so they woke up just in time, the same way they had fallen asleep with Louis' head on Harry’s chest. Usually, Harry loved to be the little spoon despite their body heights and he felt like they slipped into this position naturally, Louis providing so much comfort and safety for him. But his strong and confident Louis wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable with him, and Harry gladly offered his arms and his heart for him to rest on.

They had separated right in front of the beach and Harry had kissed him goodbye, not without telling him "I love you" one last time. Louis had hugged him for a while and breathed in Harry’s scent before he let go, took a deep breath and walked to the lifeguard hut with Clifford right beside him, just like the first time Harry saw him. Harry admired his strength and resilience to go back to the beach, to the place of that tragic accident that had happened just the day before and it made him fall in love with Louis even more.

So now, there were voices outside Harry’s cabin while the three sweet words still echoed in Harry’s mind. It wasn’t unusual that Zayn was out there feeding the chicken and looking after Ginny and the eggs. They had spotted the first cracks last evening and Harry was sure that there had been some progress. Sometimes Liam would join Zayn during his morning routine but today the second voice belonged to Louis.

"…he’s been there, Zayn." Harry heard Louis say. "He just knew what I needed and he was there to give it to me. I’ve never had that before."

"You should have seen him, Lou. He dropped everything and ran out of the house to be with you. You two deserve each other, I told him that before and I tell you now as well. I’m very happy for you two."

It was quiet for a moment. "Thank you, Z. Means a lot." Louis’ voice sounded shaky.

"Now go and get your boy, he’s probably still asleep and you’re keeping me from my work." Harry could see Zayn’s fake annoyed facial expression behind his closed eyes.

Harry kept his eyes closed as he listened to Louis walking up the creaking wooden steps that led to the cabin’s front door until he heard a familiar knock rhythm, that Louis had established over the past weeks.

He took one more second with his eyes closed in bed and imagined Louis standing right there in front of his door, with his wind-tousled hair with the pretty grey strands and those lovely freckles on his cheeks and nose. He couldn’t wait any longer to kiss them, so Harry got up, wrapped himself in the cover of his bed and opened the door for Louis.

There he stood, the early morning sun making his eyelashes look unbelievably long and his tanned skin glow and Harry couldn’t believe that he actually got to call Louis his boyfriend. Even at thirty and after going through a very dark phase of his life, Louis brought the light back in and Harry was stunned by the instant happiness that was bubbling in his veins.

"Good morning, sleepy head," Louis said with the fondest expression on his face that Harry had ever seen. He was in light blue shorts that matched the colour of his eyes and a white shirt with a ‘brain dead book club’ print in harmonising colours on its front. "Don’t you look cute in your big blanket?"

Harry pulled the blanket a little tighter around his body and watched Louis step inside the cabin before he had a chance to answer. But Louis just got closer until he stood right in front of him and opened his arms.

So Harry did too, wrapped Louis into his arms and they both stood, in a little cocoon of Harry’s blanket with the front door still open and just hugged each other tight while the only sounds they heard were the beat of their hearts and the sound of a town by the sea coming from outside.

"I’ve missed you," Louis mumbled into the crook of Harry’s neck, his nose poking into his skin. "I’ve seen you less than 24 hours ago but I’ve missed you, as ridiculous as it sounds."

"Doesn’t." Harry knew he had the biggest smile on his face. "Missed you, too. I already planned to go see you on the beach. I didn’t know you were off." It sounded more like a question than a statement.

"No. You couldn’t have known." Louis answered, while they still stood there, not letting go, in their safe blanket cocoon. "I swapped shifts with Oli because I have a surprise for you," Louis said and softly kissed the skin on his neck.

Suddenly, Harry let go a bit and leaned back, just enough to look at him without leaving their cocoon, with raised eyebrows and an excited look on his face.

“I love surprises.” He stated and waited for Louis to tell him what the surprise was.

“I thought so.” Louis chuckled, his arms now around Harry’s waist while they looked at each other. “It’s nice in your blanket, very cosy.”

“I know, warmed it myself. But stop distracting me, what’s the surprise?” Harry wanted to know what Louis was up to.

“Kiss please?” Louis asked instead and waited for Harry to press a soft one to his lips.

“What’s the surprise?” Harry repeated.

“Another?” The smile on Louis’ face was tooth achingly sweet. But Harry leaned in. Of course, he did. He would never say no to kissing Louis.

“Lou…” He whined after. “What’s the surprise?”

“Wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you, would it?” Louis chuckled. “Stop pouting, that’s not working.” Harry pouted some more to make Louis laugh. “You go have a quick shower and I’ll wait here and then I’ll tell you. Deal?”

“Deal.” Harry’s eyes lit up and in the blink of an eye, he let go of their hug and rushed to his drawer to get out some clothes, almost tripping over the blanket on his way, as he heard Louis laugh and the sound of a closing door. He chose some comfortable black trousers, a low-cut white tank top that would display the swallow tattoos on his chest and a semi-sheer, beige blouse with embroidered flowers. It was a vibe.

He took the quickest shower ever, brushed his teeth under it and blow-dried his curls to avoid a mess on his head from wind-dried hair. Fifteen minutes later he was back out of the bathroom, feeling cute in his outfit.

He found Louis on his couch, lazily scrolling his phone and stood in front of him, looking at him expectantly.

“Wow, love, you look absolutely stunning,” Louis said as he laid his eyes on Harry, especially his swallows.

"Thank you.” He paused. “Okay, I’m ready. What’s the surprise?" He tried his best puppy eyes this time.

"Babe, I have five little sisters. I’m immune to puppy eyes. But nice try." Louis said and got up. He grabbed Harry’s hand and led him to the door. "Just put on your shoes, grab your sunnies, a cap, your phone and your keys and we’re good to go."

"You’re not telling me what we’re doing?" Harry froze in his spot, staring at Louis. "Are you kidnapping me, Louis Tomlinson?"

"It’s not kidnapping when you’re coming with me voluntarily, my love." Louis winked. "And that’s what you’ll do if you want to find out what the surprise is. So hurry, time is money."

Harry groaned dramatically, grabbed his belongings and not even a minute later they were out of his cabin’s door. When they walked through the backyard, Zayn was still with his chicken and called after them. "Have fun lovebirds, don’t break a leg."

"Break a leg?" Harry’s voice almost broke with his high-pitched question towards the back of Louis’ head who was pulling him along the path. In response, Louis just laughed and so he grumbled to himself.

When they walked around the main house of Fuchsia Sea, the front door and pebble stone path came into view, and Harry saw what seemed to be part of Louis’ surprise.

There, leaning against the houses’ facade were two moss-green vintage-looking bikes. Both had baskets on their handlebars that were filled with stuff that was hidden under blankets.

"A bike trip?" Harry didn’t even try to hide the excitement in his voice. It was the perfect day for a bike trip along the coast. The sun was warm but the soft breeze was refreshing, the seagulls were singing their song and the homely scent of lavender and the sea was surrounding them. Harry felt like someone had put him straight into a Jane Austen romance novel. He loved it.

"What gave me away?" Louis clutched his chest theatrically but Harry just playfully shoved him away, making him laugh. "Are you up for it? I thought we could spend a nice day out, I can show you my favourite places here."

"Very up for it, Lou." Harry lit up at the promise of learning yet again another little thing about Louis. "Which one is mine?"

"You choose, but this one’s saddle is a little higher so maybe your long Bambi legs would fit a bit better." Louis pointed at the bike that was closer to Harry.

After a quick kiss they both mounted their bikes and side by side they rode them down the pebble stone path that led them into town. Just like Harry expected Louis took the road towards the beach and from there they followed it along the shoreline.

They went at a slow pace, talking along and enjoying the view. Harry knew that the road would eventually take them all the way to Bluebell Harbour, having run there many mornings when he wanted to push his body. He knew the landscape but he never experienced it like this.

There were numerous spots and places where Louis had a story to tell and Harry learned about some of the memories Louis had made in the years since he came to Lavender Cove. Now, they would add a new memory to them, one that belonged to the two of them and Harry knew that he would never run down this road by the coast the same again. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

Harry’s open shirt was blowing in the airstream while on their left the coast was passing by. Their right side was flanked by endless lavender fields, their scent intensified this close by.

Twenty minutes into their ride, Louis got slower and stopped this bike, Harry again following along. In front of them was a pretty violet sea of lavender flowers, reaching as far as the eye could see, growing in long lines with plush green grass in between.

"Come," Louis said with a smile and pushed his bike into the field on the grass path. They left their bikes a few metres into the field and off the road and walked further, taking the baskets with them.

"I thought it would be nice to have a little breakfast picnic in the lavender fields. The whole Lavender Cove experience, if you want." Louis explained.

Harry took a deep breath. He felt like the all engulfing scent of the lavender flowers was so intertwined with his new life here that he would always see this town and its beach when he closed his eyes. 

Together they found a spot far enough off that hid them just a bit from the eyes of passers-by on the road. In one basket Harry found a checkered picnic blanket and laid it out for them to sit on. Then he watched as Louis pulled out their food and drinks. There were mini quiches with cherry tomatoes, basil and parmesan, scones with clotted cream and jam, some vegan cherry and almond brownies and sliced fruits like Harry’s favourite oranges, watermelon and pineapple. Louis also brought two thermos flasks for them. One with Yorkshire tea and one with The Higher Tides' signature iced tea. It was perfect and Harry was speechless.

"Lou." He said, looking at all the delicious food between them on the blanket. "What did you do?"

"Huh?" Louis looked up at him from where he was still arranging the containers of food.

"What did you do?" Harry repeated.

"What? I wanted to surprise my perfect boyfriend with a nice little picnic. That's all." Louis' face was pure innocence.

Harry willed his eyes not to water, blinking a few times. He leaned over to press a sweet kiss to Louis’ lips to distract himself. "Thank you. That’s very… I’ve never been to something like this before."

"Yeah, well." Louis picked up a scone and looked at Harry questioningly. "I haven’t exactly either. But this morning I thought that after the rollercoaster of emotions we had these past 48 hours, we deserve a little getaway. Something fun. So, it was a last-minute thing really. But we’re here now, and I didn’t even have to kidnap you." He winked at Harry. "Cream or jam first, love?

"Cream please." Harry watched as Louis spread it on the scone and took it from him before Louis started to prepare a second one for himself.

"Do you want to talk about it again, now that a little time has passed?" Harry offered Louis a chance to express his feelings and get out what was on his mind.

"Hmm." Louis hummed. "I’m not sure. To be honest, I’d rather enjoy our time. But I do want to say something." He paused and bit into his scone, looking into the distance where the sea met the sky. After a while, he looked back at Harry. "I always knew that one day would be the first time I could not rescue someone. I knew that one day I’d come too late, that’s a risk to my job. Eventually, it would happen. We all know that. But, I never thought that when it happens it’d hit me as hard as it did."

He placed his half-eaten scone on the blanket, waited for Harry to do the same and took Harry’s hands in his, intertwining their fingers.

"All I want to say is, you probably have no fucking idea how much you being there for me helped. I know Liam would have been there too, but you showing up minutes after Liam told Zayn and just offering me a shoulder to bawl my eyes out on and listen, that was all I would have never asked for but all I needed."

There was a single tear running down Louis’ cheek, so Harry reached out to brush it away, waiting if Louis had any more to get off his chest.

"I love you so much for knowing what I needed and just doing it. I can’t thank you enough." He placed his hand over Harry’s and leaned into his touch. "Thank you for allowing me to be so vulnerable with you."

"No, Lou." Harry pulled him into a hug. "Thank you for trusting me so much with that part of you. I didn’t think one second about where I had to be when I heard of the accident. I just wanted to be with you."

They let go of the hug and looked into each other's eyes while the lavender scent worked its calming magic and Harry lost himself in the deep blue ocean of Louis’ eyes.

"I’m so in love with you," Louis said again. "No idea how I got so lucky to have you stumbling into our little town."

Harry smiled. "I love you." He said quietly before resting their foreheads together. "Quite a lot."

"I think I need to thank Zayn somehow. For bringing you here." Louis joked. "Do you think he accepts flowers?"

"Like first date flowers?" Harry joked back, thinking about what Louis had said on their midnight coffee date.

"First date flowers for bringing me my soulmate?" Louis placed a kiss on his lips. "Sounds like a full circle to me."

Harry whimpered embarrassingly and closed his eyes.

This man is too much.

"You can’t just say stuff like that in the middle of a lavender field where I can’t jump your bones, Lou."

"Wait. The soulmate talk makes you horny?" Louis asked and Harry wanted to kiss the smirk off of his face.

"No." Harry lied.

"Liar." Louis laughed. "Is that why you’re keeping the plant by your bed? Are you looking at it when you’re having a wank?" Louis teased.

"Shut up. I do not do that." Harry shoved his shoulder and handed Louis his scone back. "Eat your breakfast."

Louis just laughed more and bit into his scone, licking the dripping jam from his lips.

Harry licked his lips as well. Maybe they should have done this on his porch, hidden away from prying eyes. Who cares about romantic and picturesque Jane Austen like getaways when he could have had Louis between his thighs, talking about soulmates instead?

"I’m sorry, my love." Louis apologised, probably reading Harry’s mind. "Oranges?" He offered.

So Louis fed him orange segments, and maybe Harry tried to bite his fingers one or two times.

“It’s like the painting you hung up on your wall,” Harry said after a while.

“Hmm?” Louis made, while he bit into a slice of watermelon, catching the juice that ran down his chin with his fingers.

“The plant,” Harry explained his thoughts. “Most of the days it’s the first thing I see in the morning. When you are there with me in my bed, I just cuddle you some more but when you are not, it’s a beautiful reminder. I always love to think back to the day you gave it to me. It holds a lot of memories… I feel very lucky.”

Louis just looked at him for a moment. Then he surged forward and kissed Harry, a lot more passionate this time. Harry welcomed him with open lips, burying his hands in Louis’ hair.

“That’s more than I dared to hope for when I got it for you,” Louis mumbled between kisses. “I think we both found what we needed. I am definitely the lucky one here.” He said and looked at Harry, from head to toe, making him blush under his loving gaze.

After sharing some more kisses on the edge of appropriate for a public place, they talked about their work at the shelter and the new pregnant dog that was brought in by a woman who had found it a week ago and Harry told him about Ginny’s progress with the eggs. Louis insisted that they would visit her later to see if some chicks had already hatched.

When their bellies were full they packed everything up, making sure they didn’t leave any garbage lying around in the lavender field and walked back to their bikes.

The sun was higher in the sky now and it kept getting warmer, so the wind that blew in their faces while they rode their bikes was very welcome. They followed the road towards Bluebell Harbour and when they had the road for themselves, they rode side by side, holding each other's hands with wide smiles on their faces.

Harry was so happy.

Bluebell Harbour was a small sleepy port town with old fisherboats and cute sailboats. They locked their bikes to a lamppost and hoped that no one here would steal their leftover food. Arm in arm they strolled around the town for a bit, watched boats come and go and the hustle and bustle at the port.

They walked into a souvenir shop and Harry bought a postcard that he wanted to send to his family, knowing they hadn’t heard from him as much as they would like to lately. Afterwards, they skipped lunch and had some ice cream instead.

Harry learned that Louis’ favourite flavour was mint chocolate chip and so they both got some of that and ate it in comfortable silence while they sat in the sun on a bench at the port.

The ice cream had long ago been finished when Louis eventually said that it was time to go, promising Harry another surprise. This time, Harry knew he wouldn’t have success in begging an answer out of his stubborn boyfriend and so he just followed Louis back to their bikes, their belongings luckily still in place.

They took the same road back towards Lavender Cove, all the way along the coast, going at slow pace while the town, which already almost felt like home to Harry, appeared in the distance. But just like on their way towards Bluebell Harbour Louis made them stop at some point and climbed off of his bike.

Right where they were, Harry couldn’t see the shore. The road had taken them away from it by at least twenty metres and it was hidden behind some vegetation and a slope with some heavy rocks. Again they locked their bikes, trying to keep them out of sight from the road and took the baskets to climb down the slope. It was tricky but worth it.

"Welcome to my favourite place on earth," Louis said as they stood on the beach of a tiny cove. It was lined by the slope they had just climbed down, foundlings hiding them from the view and some marram grass growing in between. One crooked tree grew in a crack between rocks and cast a shadow over the beach. It was peaceful. 

The sand on the curved cove was light and fine and warmed by the sun as they took off their shoes. In the crystal clear water some heavy rocks led into deeper waters and soft-looking seaweed grew at the shore.

The cove wasn’t big by any means and it was secluded, a little haven just for them to enjoy in each other’s company. The midday sun was shining down on them and reflected on the sea, creating sparkles on the crashing waves while the familiar lavender scent surrounded them.

Is this home?

Harry watched as Louis spread out their picnic blanket on the sand and dug his toes into the fine stones. He looked back at the sea and felt the urge to float in the refreshing water, just like Louis had made him feel so many times in the past months.

Without saying a word, he began to strip. Pulling off his trousers, his flowery shirt and tank top. When he stood just in his briefs, Louis looked up at him.

“Hello gorgeous, were you feeling hot?” Louis shamelessly let his eyes travel over Harry’s almost naked body.

“I fancy a swim,” Harry said with a smile.

“Do you?” Louis smirked, not able to keep his eyes off his boyfriend. “What a shame we didn’t bring any swim shorts…”

Harry just raised his eyebrows. “Does it look like that’s stopping me?” He said and bent over to push his briefs all the way down to his ankles.

He heard Louis gasp the second he turned around and ran towards the water.

“You menace,” Louis called after him as he reached the sea and felt the first cool waves lap at his feet. He ran until the water reached his knees and turned around to look at Louis, only to find him already shedding his clothes. Seconds later Louis spurted towards him, naked as the day he was born.

Harry watched his fit and hung boyfriend for a moment before turning around. He ran a few more steps, threw himself into the waves and swam until the water got deeper and reached his shoulders.

Proving that Louis was the more skilled swimmer of them, he was with Harry in no time catching his hips and pulling him close.

“Got you.” He said from behind, caging Harry in his arms and keeping them over water. Harry laughed as he felt Louis' hands on his hips, gently holding him as Louis pulled him back to rest his back against his chest. Their feet left the ground and as Louis held him in place with a tight grip around his stomach, they floated.

Louis lazily kicked his legs to keep them above water and Harry rested his head against his shoulder, trusting Louis completely. He felt weightless, his body weight supported by Louis and the water as he felt Louis’ body and his muscles move underneath him. He was so close.

“Hmmm.” He hummed, closing his eyes to let all his other senses take over. The feeling of the cool water, Louis’ warm body and his tight grip, the scent of the sea and the warm sun on his face. He floated.

“Nice, right?” Louis whispered into his ear. “This is why the water is my favourite element. It feels a bit like flying when it carries you like this. Just you and the sea, it’s why I love coming here so much.”

“It’s very relaxing. Thank you for letting me be a part of this.” Harry said, carefully turning his head to kiss Louis’ cheek. He found him smiling so big that a little dimple appeared on it.

“I’ve thought about bringing you here so often. I knew you would like it.” Louis kissed Harry’s cheek right back.

They floated like this for several minutes, silently enjoying each other’s presence and the beautiful nature around them. Every now and then little swarms of tiny fishes swam beside them and seagulls flew over their heads, creating the unique sound of the coast.

Eventually, Louis started to shift underneath him and only then Harry realised why.

“Sorry,” Louis mumbled, his cheeks flushed. “I really don’t want to disturb the moment.”

“You don’t,” Harry said and cheekily wiggled his bum. Rubbing it against the part of Louis’ body that was currently poking into the flesh of his bum.

“Stop it,” Louis said, his grip around Harry tightening to keep him from moving. “It’s been your bare ass on my crotch for the last 20 minutes. I’m only human.”

“Hmm. I do have a nice ass.” Harry teased and rubbed himself against Louis’ length some more, feeling himself growing hard just as much.

“Can confirm,” Louis replied and Harry could practically hear the smug grin on his face. He loved him. “Not the only nice asset on you though.”

Louis loosened the grip around his waist a little and let one hand stroke down his body until he reached Harry’s half-hard dick, taking it into his hand.

"Fuck." Harry’s whole body trembled at the unexpected touch and he arched his back in reflex as a long, breathy moan escaped his lips.

"I’m quite fond of this specific part too. It draws the most wonderful noises from your body when I touch it." Louis said into his ear, his lips grazing Harry’s ears.

Louis’ legs still worked to keep them afloat, the movement of their bodies in the water creating the most alluring friction of Louis’ cock against Harry’s ass. His hand had started to stroke the shaft of Harry’s cock, moving the foreskin up and down over the tip in a gentle rhythm and just the right pressure.

Louis’ other hand had slowly travelled up Harry’s torso and found his nipple, rubbing it between his fingers and lightly pulling on it, just as he already knew Harry liked it. He had sensitive nipples, Louis had found that out pretty quickly and Harry would never complain.

Harry was so lost in the sensation of Louis’ touch all over him, that he was almost too late in registering their change in position. Louis had stopped to keep them floating and carefully made sure that Harry’s legs were safe on the ground, keeping him in a tight embrace. Somehow, they were in more shallow water, barely reaching up to their hips.

When Harry’s hazy brain had caught up, he turned around in Louis’ hold and leaned in to crush their lips together as Louis instantly opened his mouth to let Harry’s tongue explore. It was hot and Harry needed more.

He missed Louis’ touch on his dick, so he grabbed it himself, stroking it inexperienced ways, making himself moan into their kiss.

"Having fun there?" Louis broke their kiss, smiling cheekily while their lips still brushed together.

Harry just moaned and bit into Louis' bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth, hand still working over himself. Then he felt Louis’ hand on him again, guiding Harry’s strokes.

He was sweating, panting into Louis’ mouth while they kissed messily, their tongues swirling around one another. Harry’s hips bucked and he thrust into their fists a few times, not being able to stop himself as he lost himself in Louis.

"Lou." He whined into their kiss, as Louis slowly let go of him. Harry looked down between them, as Louis squeezed his own dick, probably finding at least a little relief from not having been touched yet. So Harry gently pushed his hand away and took Louis into his warm hand.

He could feel the blood pumping in the thick vein on the underside and just held Louis’ cock for a moment, feeling it heavy in his hand. Harry would take every chance to admire Louis’ cock, a rosy red with its perfect girth and length to drive Harry crazy.

So Harry walked them a little closer to the beach and sank to his knees in the water. He began to play with Louis’ balls, gently massaging them in his hands and watched as Louis threw his head back in pleasure. Harry had learned some of Louis’ linkings, too, along the way.

He gently sucked one of the balls into his mouth, while running his tongue over it again and again, as Louis grabbed his head for leverage, keeping Harry in place. He moved from the balls to Louis’ cock, taking as much into his mouth as he could and swallowing around him.

Louis’ skin was an addictive mixture of the taste of salty sea water and something that was just Louis.

He made eye contact with Louis as he opened his mouth further and darted his tongue out, sloppily running it over Louis’ shaft up to his tip until he could dip his tongue into the slit.

"Fuck, babe." Louis groaned and thrust his hips forward as Harry saw goosebumps appear all over his body.

Harry did that.

"Shit, Haz, you feel so good. So wet." Louis rambled as he waited for Harry to move his lips again. But Harry looked at him, waiting for Louis to take control. He tasted so good on his tongue, the salty precome now mixing with the salty water, intoxicating Harry even more.

Harry brought his arms behind his back and watched as Louis’ eyes widened, nodding encouragingly.

"Oh my god." Louis groaned as he carefully thrust into Harry’s mouth. Harry knew that he didn’t want to hurt him, so he moaned around Louis’ dick, sending the vibrations right up to Louis’ stomach, encouraging Louis to keep going.

Harry pressed his flat tongue to Louis’ cock as he slowly created a rhythm, fucking into Harry’s waiting mouth. He lost himself in the noises that left Louis’ mouth and the pull on his hair and the heavy weight of Louis on his tongue while his eyes watered and saliva dripped down his chin. It was messy and it was perfect.

"You’re doing so well. I love you so much." Louis praised him again and again, while he gently held Harry’s head and pushed into him with rhythmic moving hips. "You should fucking see yourself. My goddess."

Harry rolled his eyes back and sinfully moaned.

After a few more deep thrusts Louis stepped back, panting heavily as his loving hands stroked over Harry’s cheeks and deep red and swollen lips.

"Come on, Haz, get up," Louis said, his voice gentle but a little wrecked, offering Harry a hand to help him up after kneeling on the sandy ground of the sea for so long.

As soon as Harry stood, Louis kissed him, running his tongue over Harry’s and tasting himself in Harry’s mouth. He melted in the touch of Louis’ hands on both sides of his face.

Louis reached for his hands and took a few steps back, walking them to the beach without breaking skin contact once. As they reached the blanket, Louis guided Harry to lie down and leaned over him, keeping himself up on one arm while his other hand softly cupped Harry’s cheek, kissing him again.

Harry felt his whole skin prickle as Louis rested some of his body weight on him, creating heated contact between their bodies.

"Need you, Lou," Harry begged, cupping Louis’ bum with his hands and pushing their crotches together. "Please. Need you so much."

"You have me, babe. Just give me a second." He said and leaned over to his shorts, opening the zipper of his pocket and retrieving a package of lube.

"God, I love you for coming prepared." Harry groaned into the skin of Louis’ neck as he heard him opening the package with his teeth.

"I know how insatiable you can be, love," Louis smirked as he looked at Harry and sat back, squeezing some of the lube on his fingers. "I’m never not prepared to fulfil your wishes. Everything for you, my love."

They made eye contact then. The "I love you’s" going unspoken.

Louis reached out, as he knelt between Harry’s legs, and spread his cheeks apart, circling his fingers along his hole and applying the lube. Harry arched his back, the promise of what’s to come, running through his head, knowing very well that they were in a public place. This cove might be secluded, but it still was an open location with the possibility of people visiting or boats driving by.

It was hot and if Harry was honest, it turned him on even more.

A deep, guttural moan escaped his throat as Louis breached his hole to spread some lube on his walls and he leaned forward to watch Louis with his fingers up his ass. It was an incomparable sight.

It only got even better as Louis pulled his finger out and used some more lube to coat his own cock with it. As he noticed that Harry was watching, popped up on his forearms, he made a show out of it, slowly stroking himself and throwing his head back. Harry bit his lips, his eyes glued to Louis’ hand working himself up and down and he gulped as saliva flowed into his mouth.

"Happy to watch?" Louis teased him, as he bucked into his fist, his dick coated in lube more than enough at this point. But lubing himself up wasn’t the point anymore, he wanted to rile Harry up. And he was succeeding.

"Very." Harry breathed, chewing on his bottom lip while his mind produced pictures of Louis’ glistening cock pushing into him, knowing that it was so close to happening.

"I know you like to watch, babe." Louis moaned again, his eyes never leaving Harry’s as he circled his thumb over the tip of his cock. "Tell me what you want."

Harry struggled to find words as he watched Louis’ delicate, tattooed hands move over the soft skin of his cock, flexing the muscles, his veins protruding. He felt like coming untouched.

"Want you, Lou. Want you to fuck me." Harry exhaled, biting back a moan. "Want you to fuck me for everyone to see and hear."

"Fuck." Louis cursed and surged forward, lining himself up against Harry’s hole. He pushed into Harry in one swift motion while capturing his lips in a bruising kiss.

Harry cried out in pleasure, as Louis stretched him just the right way, making his breath hitch as he tried to relax his muscles and kiss him back at the same time, failing miserably.

It was so much, the consuming pleasure of Louis’ cock pushing all the way in before he drew back immediately just to forcefully push back in. It made Harry see stars as strangled noises escaped his lips and all he was able to say was "Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis."

Louis leaned over Harry, locking Harry’s arms in a firm grip on both sides of his head, making Harry feel pliant when Louis set an unrelenting pace, slamming his hips against Harry’s.

"You feel so fucking good, babe. Taking me so well. Keep your eyes on me." Louis pressed out, his voice raspy with lust as Harry’s heart stuttered in his chest.

It was so good, the way they just panted into each other's mouths as Louis pounded his hips and found a rhythm that made him slam into Harry’s prostate again and again. It was desperate and it was full of love that found release in every slam of Louis' hips, every hit to Harry’s spot, every kiss and every moan.

He felt so close to Louis, connected to him in the most intimate way and it left his mind dizzy and light-headed.

He wouldn’t last.

Harry felt the muscles in his lower stomach contract as his orgasm approached. Louis landed two more skilled thrusts right into his prostate and shockwaves pulsed through his whole body as he threw his head back and cried out Louis’ name.

He wanted people to hear. He wanted Louis to hear what only he made him feel, the all-consuming pleasure burning in his veins, finding the way out of his body through his voice and the come that landed on his stomach.

As if Louis had just waited for Harry to find his relief, he pounded into Harry four more times and grew tense, burying himself all the way in Harry as he felt Louis’ release pulse into him.

"Fuck, Harry, oh fuck." He breathlessly moaned as he let his head fall and rest on Harry’s chest, gasping for air as he still came, his cock twitching inside of Harry.

Harry clenched his muscles, to grip Louis’ cock even tighter and drew a wonderful last moan out of him. He would never forget these sounds in his entire life.

"I love you so much, Lou," Harry said as he placed little kisses onto Louis’ hair, not able to see his face.

"Love you too," Louis mumbled, still out of breath and seemingly trying to stay conscious. "Best fucking orgasm of my whole life."

Harry chuckled. "Like the thought of being watched, huh?" He teased and earned another thrust of Louis inside of him, making them both groan, oversensitive as they were.

"Shit. Bad idea." Louis said, and finally slipped out, laying down beside Harry, their bodies touching from head to toe.

Harry wasn’t prepared for what happened next, as Louis reached down between Harry’s legs that laid spread out on the blanket, limp like the rest of his body. Louis ran one finger between the cheeks of his bum and along his hole, collecting some of Louis’ come that was dripping out of him.

Bringing his finger up to Harry’s mouth, Harry opened up immediately and greedily sucked it into his mouth, making sure that he licked every drop of Louis’ come off of his finger, moaning as he tasted the salty liquid on his tongue.

As soon as Louis’ finger was gone from his mouth, it was replaced by Louis’ tongue, which hungrily swirled around his own, tasting himself in Harry’s mouth. Louis licked into his mouth like he was starving and sucked his tongue into his own.

Harry felt like he could come again. Just from the pleasure Louis found in tasting his own release on Harry’s tongue. Like he had found another way of making Harry his.

"Mine." Louis breathed onto his lips. "My perfect boyfriend."

And Harry melted into the blanket, not knowing if he would ever be able to move the limbs of his body again.

Eventually, he did, after they had spent the next hours cuddling close and drawing invisible circles onto their skin, talking about everything and nothing.

"I still can’t believe I get to have you like this," Louis said after a while, the come on Harry’s body had long gone dry from the sun shining down on them and felt crusty on his skin. "I would have taken your company in any way I could get but to have you like this, it feels like winning in life."

It was true. Having all of Louis to his own like this, felt like winning the first prize in a game he didn’t know he had been a part of. He hadn’t searched for love and for someone to share his time here at Lavender Cove with but he ended up finding just that.

He came with so many broken pieces that he had no idea how to put them back together, hoping that time and a new environment would help. But somehow, with every time Louis made him laugh, with every touch to his skin, every kiss, Louis had patched up something inside of Harry that he didn’t break and Harry knew no one could take that away from them.

Their story.

So he snuggled closer to Louis, took in his scent and just nodded into the crook of his neck, knowing that Louis didn’t need to hear him say it back. He knew.

Later, when the sun was already on its way towards the horizon and they had eaten the last bits of their picnic, they went into the sea again to wash off the traces of their love from their skin and stood on the beach afterwards, cuddled close to let the sun dry their bodies before getting clothed again.

Slowly, without any hurry in the world, they packed up their stuff and walked back to their bikes finding them right where they had left them.

Side by side, they rode them towards Lavender Cove again while the sun bathed them in the golden hour light and the houses of the town grew bigger in the distance.

"Love?" Louis said after Harry had looked at the sea for a while, watching the seagulls fly. "Are you open to one more thing?"

Harry’s eyebrows perched up in interest. "I’m always open for any adventure with you, Lou."

"Alright." Louis chuckled and then he left the main road, taking a smaller path up a little hill. They followed the path for a while until they reached a secluded part of Lavender Cove, a little bit like the outskirts of the small town.

Here, a few old and well-loved cottages were strewn about in the landscape, all of them encompassed by picket fences and gardens with the most colourful blooming flowers.

Louis stopped in front of one of the cottages and got off of his bike, Harry following him along, his eyes leaving Louis. They stood in front of a house built of grey stone, with an emerald green front door. A pebble stone path led to it and the garden was littered with blooming flowers and well tended to. An old, skewed tree could be seen from behind the house and a cat was sleeping on the landing in front of the door. Flower boxes on the windowsills held all kinds of Petunias, Lavender and Forget-Me-Not. It was picturesque and looked so much like the painting they had created together.

When he looked back at Louis, he found him smiling at him. "Remember the cottage that I told you about, the one I painted back at Fuchsia Sea?" Louis asked and of course, Harry remembered, how could he ever forget?

Harry nodded.

"Well, this is the one I have an eye on. I met the old lady living here a few times in town already. She’s the most lovely woman and we made a deal. It’s nothing official yet but we agreed that, whenever in the next few years, she would find herself unable to live in her cottage on her own anymore, she would sell it to me. It’s so lovely and it has always been my dream to own one of these houses with so much history by the sea." Louis explained, watching Harry but his gaze travelled towards the cottage every now and then.

"Lou," Harry said, mesmerised by Louis' words. "That is so perfect. I know you’ve always wanted something like that. I really hope everything works out just the way you want it to be." He took Louis’ hands in his, squeezing them.

"Thank you." Louis smile was genuinely happy. "I just wanted to show you because we talked about it when we painted the canvas and… I don’t know. I just wanted to share this with you first."

It warmed Harry’s stomach, so much that he had to squint his eyes and stepped closer, opening his arms to hug Louis. They stood like this for a while, holding each other close, while the cat curiously came closer, balancing on the picket fence that their bikes leaned against.

Harry closed his eyes, concentrating on Louis’ warm hug and the feeling in his stomach, of love and belonging, while the combined scent of lavender and the sea surrounded them, forever intertwined with his feelings for Louis.

Chapter Text

A few days of quiet bliss passed by at Lavender Cove, where Harry and Louis enjoyed every minute they could spend together. After a long night of watching Ginny’s babies coming alive, the morning sun crept through the curtains of the small cabin of Fuchsia Sea, casting a soft, rosy glow over the crisp white sheets and the tangled mess of bodies they enveloped. Harry groaned, rolling over and burrowing deeper into the pillows. Beside him Louis let out a contented sigh, nestling closer into Harry's side.

"Morning, love," Louis mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Harry stretched, wincing slightly as his stiff muscles protested. He squinted at the mobile phone beside the bed, noting with relief that it was still early. "How long until we have to get up?"

"Not for another hour, I think," Louis mumbled, snuggling closer to the warmth of Harry's body. The sunlight streaming through the window cast a honeyed glow over Louis' hair, making him look even more angelic than usual.

Harry smiled, running his fingers through those soft locks. "Well, if you insist on staying in bed, I guess I could...” he kissed Louis' neck softly “Make us some breakfast," he offered.

"Oh, that'd be lovely, Haz," Louis yawned, finally sitting up and stretching. The sheets fell to the floor around them as Harry swung his long legs over the side of the bed and yawned too, rubbing at his eyes.

He smiled, hopping out of bed, only wearing some thin shorts and padding across the cool wood floor to the kitchenette.

"I’m not The Higher Tides, so don’t expect too much, Boo. I'll make some eggs and toast. You want some orange juice or anything?" He asked over his shoulder, rummaging through the tiny refrigerator.

"Orange juice would be lovely," Louis replied, pulling his boxers up and strutting across the room with his bare feet. He sat down on the small stool in front of the tiny table, running a hand through his messy hair and yawning again.

Harry cracked a few eggs into a small bowl, whisking them briskly before sliding them into a hot frying pan. The sizzle filled the tiny space as he flipped the eggs over, watching them cook until they were perfectly golden brown. The aroma of toast wafted through the air as he slid it out of the toaster and set it aside, next to a carafe of orange juice.

"There you go," he said, turning around to hand Louis a plate of eggs and toast. "Help yourself to the juice."

"Thanks, Sun," Louis replied, reaching for a piece of toast. He took a bite, savouring the buttery flavour and the crunch of the bread. "This is amazing. You're such a good cook."

Harry blushed, feeling a warm glow in his chest. "I wouldn’t call this cooking, Lou.” He giggled. “I just threw some eggs in a pan and made toast. It's nothing fancy.” He busied himself with cleaning up the mess in the tiny kitchen, collecting bowls and cleaning them in the small sink.

"Oh, come on," Louis protested, getting up and walking towards him. "Don’t put yourself down, love. You're a much better cook than I am. I can't even boil water without making a mess."

Harry rolled his eyes, laughing. "Oh, stop. You're just saying that to make me feel better." He loaded the small dishwasher with a few things, making sure everything was placed neatly inside.

"No, really," Louis insisted, putting his plate down and stepping closer to him. "You're amazing. You're talented, you're kind, you're smart..." He trailed off, biting his lip as he looked into Harry's eyes. "I could spend forever just watching you do the dishes."

Harry felt himself blush again, the compliments making his heart skip a beat. "Oh, Lou," he breathed out, shaking his head with a dimpled smile. "You say the sweetest things."

Louis grinned, stepping even closer. "I can be very sweet when I want to be," he whispered, reaching up to cup Harry's cheek in his hand. "And right now, all I want to do is make you feel good."

Harry swallowed hard, his heart racing as Louis' touch sent sparks through him. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes for a moment, savouring the feeling of Louis' skin against his own. "You do have a way of making me feel good," he managed to say, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Their lips met, and the kiss deepened, tongues dancing together in a rhythm that felt so natural, so right. Harry reached up, tangling his fingers in Louis' hair, pulling him closer. Louis moaned into the kiss, pressing their bodies together, his already hard length grinding against Harry's hip.

The sound of Harry's phone ringing echoed through the pocket-sized apartment, breaking the spell. They pulled apart reluctantly, breathing heavily. Harry’s cheeks flushed as he glanced at the phone, still ringing on the coffee table. "Sorry," he muttered, "I should get that."

"It's okay, Haz!” Louis panted. "Who is it?"

Harry glanced at the caller ID, his heart dropping. It was his landlord from London. "Oh, shit," he muttered, quickly answering the call. "Hey, Dale. I wasn't expecting to hear from you."

"Harry, my dear," his landlord said, sounding tired, "I hope you don't mind me calling… Hope you’re alright?! I need to have a quick word with you… if that’s alright. I've got a couple interested in the flat, and I wanted to give you the opportunity to come back and take it back if that's what you want."

Harry winced. He knew he should have called Dale sooner. "I'm sorry, Dale. I've just been so busy here," he said, glancing over at Louis, who was watching him carefully. "I mean, I've been meaning to come back, but..."

Dale sighed. "I understand, Harry, I really do. It's just that I've got a waiting list for that flat. I know you've got a bit of time left on the lease, but I need to make sure it's going to be taken care of."

Harry glanced at Louis again, feeling guilty for even thinking about going back. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but... is there any way I could get a little more time? I've been thinking about my options, and maybe..."

Dale sighed. "Harry, I understand that you're in recovery, and I don't want to sound cruel, but this isn't just about your feelings. This flat is my livelihood, too. I need to make sure it's going to someone who's going to take care of it and pay the rent on time. I was very accommodating when I reduced your rent while you were away. You know I like you. You're a great kid, but I need to know what to do next."

Harry swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Dale's words. He glanced at Louis again, wondering if there was any way he could make this work for both of them. "Dale, I know I've messed up, and I'm really sorry about that. I just... I need more time to figure things out. Can I give you my word that I'll call you back in the evening?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Harry could imagine Dale's tired expression. "I don't know, Harry. I really don't. I've got people waiting, and I need to do what's best for me and the flat. But... I will give you until the end of the day. If you can't call me by then, I'm afraid I'll have to move forward with someone else."

Harry nodded, swallowing hard. "I understand. Thank you, Dale. I really appreciate it." He hung up the phone, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt wash over him. He turned to Louis, who was still watching him carefully. But suddenly he was wearing some proper clothes.

When did that happen?

"Well," Harry said with a sigh, not thinking about Louis wearing clothes too deep, "I've got until the end of the day to decide."

He glanced over at Louis, whose eyes were filling with tears. He couldn't help but feel his heart breaking immediately. "Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to touch Louis' arm.

Louis shook his head, swallowing hard. "You’re… you’re thinking about… going back to London?”

Harry looked away, feeling a lump forming in his throat. "I'm just... I don't know what to do, Lou. I don't want to lose everything, you know?"

There was another moment of silence between them, the air thick with tension and uncertainty.

Finally, Louis spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. "But… I love you, Harry." He paused, taking a deep breath.

Harry's heart ached at the sound of those words.

"I love you too, Lou," he whispered back, reaching out to gently wipe the tears from Louis' cheek. "But I don't know what to do. London, the life I have there…”

Harry trailed off, feeling lost. He knew that he couldn't go back to the person he was before, the life he left. It was all so messy and complicated, and the thought of leaving Louis, of losing this newfound love... it was too much to bear.

"I love you," he finally whispered, his voice barely audible. "I just... I need some time to figure things out."

Harry's heart ached as he said the words. He knew they were selfish, but he couldn't help it. He needed to take care of himself.

Louis' expression crumpled and he let out a shaky breath. "Okay," he said, his voice barely audible. "Okay." He slipped into his shoes and turned away, heading toward the door of the cabin.

Harry watched him go, a heavy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. "Louis, wait," he called out, stumbling after him. He reached out, touching Louis' arm lightly. "Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it the way it came out."

Louis turned to face him, his eyes already red and swollen from tears. "It's just... you're going back to your old life, your old job, your old friends, Harry. And I'm just... I'm here, waiting for you. Did you even think about for one second to consider me in this decision-making?"

The pain in Louis' voice was palpable, and Harry felt a knot form in his stomach. He didn't want to leave, but he knew he had more than just his own responsibilities to consider. "I'll figure it out," he promised, his voice cracking. "I just need some time."

But Louis was already at the door, pulling it open. The salty sea breeze rushed in, bringing with it the quiet sound of waves crashing against the shore. Harry's heart felt like it was being torn in two as he watched the love of his life walk away, the sunlight casting a halo around his form as he disappeared into the early morning.

Alone in the cabin, Harry felt the weight of his decision pressing down on him. The room was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant cry of seagulls outside. He paced back and forth, his thoughts racing. Could he really leave this place, leave Louis, for the chaos of London? But what if he lost his flat, his job, his whole life there?

His eyes fixed on nothing but emptiness, Harry wasn’t sure what to do next. How should he make a decision?

Is there even a decision to make?

His view blurred for a moment, not sure when he sat down and for how long he was already sitting there, but eventually, the imaginary fog in front of him cleared and he noticed what he was staring at.

The first date pot. The gorgeous Philodendron White Princess in a white ceramic pot with colourful mushrooms painted on it. The soulmate plant.

He picked up his phone, staring at the screen for what felt like an eternity. He couldn’t call the person he wanted to include in the decision the most, it didn’t feel fair to Louis.

The whole shit show doesn’t feel fair.

The numbers of his family, friends and colleagues flashed before his eyes, but none of them felt right to call. They wouldn't understand. They couldn't. It was all too much.

Finally, his eyes stopped on one name. With trembling hands, Harry called the only person who might get it: Niall Horan.

After a few seconds, a very enthusiastic voice sang in his ear “Hello hello!”.

"Hey Niall, it's Harry," the voice on the other end of the line was tense, a stark contrast to the calm morning outside.

"I know Harold - your picture was on my screen. What can I do for you on this early morning - or did you just miss me? Come here then, I’m at HT." Niall's Irish accent was as warm as ever, the familiar lilt bringing a brief comfort to Harry's frayed nerves.

"Niall… Look, I had a kind of fight with Louis. I don't know what to do, I just... I don't know if I should go back,… to that life. Niall,… I don't know what to do," Harry confessed, his voice breaking fighting against tears. "I can't just abandon everything, but I can't lose him either." Harry's voice cracked, the weight of his words pressing against the phone.

Niall sighed heavily, the line momentarily filled with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore of Lavender Cove. "Let me sit down - that’s not a standing conversation.” For a moment the line got silent and Harry could hear some footsteps on a wooden floor and a chair getting moved. ”So… way better.” Niall sighed in the phone and continued “You're not the first to feel that way, Harry. When I first came here, I had my own battles to fight. I left everything behind too, you know. My restaurant, my friends, my... well, everything."

"But what made you stay?" Harry's curiosity was palpable, his voice barely a whisper as he now leaned against the kitchen counter, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat of his emotions.

Niall took a deep breath, the silence stretching for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. "Well, Harry, let me tell you a story.” He took another deep breath.

“Back in Mullingar, I owned a small restaurant. It wasn’t bigger than a shoebox but I loved it with my whole heart - ‘Potato’ was the centre of my life, the customers my family. And one day - everything fell apart. It was a fire, Harry. The fire that took everything from me. My restaurant went up in flames, and with it, a piece of my heart. A friend of mine, Pete, he was inside. I asked him to take care of a stupid unimportant thing. We were inseparable, you know? He was like… let’s just say I cared about him very deeply. When I lost him, I realised I had nothing left to hold onto from that life. The city felt like a tombstone, heavy and suffocating. So, I packed a bag and left, hoping the distance would ease the pain. But what I found here was something I never expected. I came here, to Lavender Cove, to find peace but I found so much more. It wasn't an easy road, but I found love, and friendship, and a new purpose in life.”

The words hung in the air, echoing in Harry's mind. He thought of Louis, the way his heart felt every time they were together. He thought of the laughter they shared, the late-night conversations, the sexy adventures.

Could I really leave all of that behind?

"Jesus, Niall," Harry murmured, his hand tightening around the phone. The other rubbed over his face. "I had no idea. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," Niall said firmly. "It's not something I speak of often, but it's part of who I am now. And it's part of the reason I'm here, giving you this advice."

"I get it," Harry laughed out loud not believing the situation. “You have no idea how much I get it, Nialler,” Harry replied, his voice thick with emotion. "I had my own fire, Niall. Not a metaphorical one, but a real one. I was on a shift, fighting a blaze on the roof of a house. We thought we had it under control, but he… he just broke through the roof. I lost my colleague… my friend… my brother that night. Todd. He was a good guy, had a family, everything to live for." Harry's eyes grew distant, staring at the floor as if he could see the flames dancing there.

"Uff… what a fucking coincidence. Two burned souls looking for peace in Lavender Cove. I’m glad you made it out of there alive, Harry," Niall said, his voice gentle. "But you know…  sometimes, you've got to face the fire, let it burn away the old to make room for the new. It's like when I lost Pete, it was as if everything else burned with him, all the plans, all the dreams we had. But when the smoke cleared, I found myself here, in a place named like his favourite flower, in a place where I could start again. And look where it took me - I’m the fucking luckiest man alive."

"Yeah, that you are," Harry sighed with a smile on his lips, running a hand through his grown-out hair. "It's just hard, you know? To leave everything and everyone behind. How did you decide to stay here?" Harry's voice was soft, his mind racing with the gravity of Niall's revelation, the feeling of an unbreakable bond that just glued their burned souls together.

"Ni," Harry said, his voice shaking, "What if my heart is telling me to stay here with Louis, but my head is telling me to go back?"

"Then, Harry," Niall replied gently, "you need to listen to what the sea has to say."

Niall paused the sound of the distant seagulls piercing the quiet. "When I first arrived, I was lost, just like you. But then, I found myself on the beach, staring out at the sea. And it was like the waves were whispering to me, telling me to let go. So, I bought the surfboard that is hanging on the wall in The Higher Tides, went out there, and I screamed. I screamed until my lungs were empty until the salt water stung my eyes. And something... something just changed.”

The line was silent for a moment, the story hanging in the air like a shared secret between two friends. Harry felt the pull of Niall's words, the raw emotion in his voice.

"You think that could work for me?" Harry asked, hope tentatively seeping into his voice.

"It's worth a try," Niall responded. "The sea has a way of cleansing the soul, Harry. Sometimes, you just need to let the ocean take your troubles away."

"But what if it doesn't work?" Harry's voice wavered, the doubt he'd been carrying with him now echoing in the kitchen.

"Then you've had a good scream and a surf, Harold," Niall said with a gentle laugh. "But trust me, there's something about the sea that can set you free if you let it. It's like confessing to the universe and letting it decide what to do with your burdens."

"But what about my job, my family?" Harry's questions tumbled out, a stream of doubt.

"They're part of you, Harry," Niall said gently. "You're not leaving them behind, you're just finding a place where you can breathe again. Sometimes, that's what we all need. You have to ask yourself, H: if you leave, will you be able to find that same happiness? Will you be able to grow and move forward?"

The silence that followed was filled with the unspoken understanding that only those who have felt the crushing weight of loss and doubt, can truly share. Harry pondered Niall's words, the pain of losing his colleague in a fire still fresh in his mind. The flames had not only destroyed the building but had also snuffed out a friendship that had been a beacon in the chaos of his work as a firefighter.

He looked out the window at the serene cove, the morning light casting a gentle glow over the horizon. It was a stark contrast to the raging inferno that had taken so much from him.

"You're right, Niall," Harry said finally, the resolve in his voice stronger than before. "I'll give it a shot. I'll go out on the water and see what happens."

"That’s my man," Niall said with a warm smile in his voice. "Remember, Harry, the ocean has a way of showing you the truth. Just don't fight it."

With a nod to himself, Harry thanked Niall and ended the call. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the conversation settle in his chest. The decision was made; he would follow Niall's advice and let the sea whisper its wisdom to him.

Grabbing his keys and pulling on his white swim trunks, Harry stepped outside into the crisp morning air. The quiet of the cove was a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. He took a surfboard from the backyard of Fuchsia Sea and walked toward the beach. The sound of the waves grew louder, almost like a siren's call to the lost sailor. The sand was still slightly damp from the night's tide, and the salty smell of the sea filled his nostrils. The waves looked calm from afar, but as he approached the water's edge, he could see the power beneath their surface.

He paddled out into the ocean, feeling the weight of his decision dragging him down like an anchor.

The sea was vast, the horizon a smudge of blue and pink. Harry sat on the board, his legs dangling in the cool water, watching the waves roll in and out. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the sound of the ocean fill his ears. He waited, his heart pounding in his chest, for the truth to come to him.

As he floated on the waves towards the open sea, he let out a scream, raw and unbridled. It echoed across the cove, a primal sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of his being.

With a quiet smile on his lips, Harry laid down on the surfboard, his toes digging into the soft, yielding foam. The ocean breeze tousled his hair, sending shivers down his spine. Lavender Cove stretched out before him, a kaleidoscope of blues and greens that seemed to go on forever. He let the waves crash against him, feeling the energy of the ocean course through his veins. He closed his eyes, lost in thought.

He thought about his old life in the city, the thrill of battling flames and saving lives. It had been exhilarating, but it had also been lonely. He had never really felt like he belonged anywhere until he found himself washed up on the shores of Lavender Cove. And there, in that small, quiet town, he had found something more precious than he ever could have imagined.

The salty air stung him, both physically and emotionally. The pain of leaving everything behind was overwhelming at times, but the thought of not being with Louis kept him afloat. He knew that they could make a life together here, in this peaceful magical cove. They could build a home, start a family, chase their dreams.

His thoughts drifted to the nights spent walking hand in hand with Louis along the moonlit shore, the sound of their laughter mingling with the crash of the waves. The memories were bittersweet, filled with the warmth of newfound love and the fear of losing it all. Never had he felt more alive than when he was with Louis.

Harry opened his eyes, taking in the horizon once more. The sun rose to its highest point, painting the sky with a warm glow that spread across the ocean, casting a gold shimmer over everything it touched. He closed his eyes again, feeling the weight of his decision settle heavily on his chest.

He thought about the life he had back in London, the familiar routines and the friends he had known for years. They had all been supportive when he'd told them about taking a break, a timeout. And then there was the fire station itself, the adrenaline-fuelled thrill of running into burning buildings, the satisfaction of saving lives. It was a part of him, something he wasn't sure he could give up.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to stay here in Lavender Cove, to see where life with Louis would take them. The thought of growing old with him, of sharing their lives together, was a tantalising prospect. He remembered the way Louis' eyes lost their light when he listened to his phone call, the possibility of losing his love to his old life in London.

Harry took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his decision press down on him once more. The ocean was quiet, almost expectant as if it was waiting for him to make up his mind. He thought about the fire station, the sense of camaraderie and purpose he had there. But then he thought about Louis, the way they fit together like pieces of a puzzle, the way they made each other complete.

He closed his eyes again, imagining a life with Louis in Lavender Cove. They could find a place together, maybe even buy the beautiful cottage with the emerald green door, start a family - Harry’s thoughts were running in circles. He could be there for Louis, support him through anything, just as Louis had been there for him, even if he didn’t know how much. The thought of losing that was almost unbearable.

The waves gently rocked him, whispering a soothing melody.

[So, So, Long, Long, Lon-, Lon-, -don, -don]

It was as if the ocean itself was speaking to him, guiding him to make the right choice.

[I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist
I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift
Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away]

As Harry sang in a whisper along he felt a tear trickle down his cheek. He thought of the bustling city, the roar of the engines, and the smell of smoke that had become so much a part of his identity. Yet, here in this tranquil cove, with the horizon a canvas of ever-changing colours, he felt something new stirring within him - a yearning for simplicity and love.

His whispering voice developed to scream the lyrics into the sky above him, his voice echoing over the waves around.

[I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath
I stopped CPR, after all it's no use
The spirit was gone, we would never come to
And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free
For so long, London
Stitches undone
Two graves, one gun
I'll find someone...]

Each word was a declaration of his struggle to choose between the life he knew and the life he could have. The wind picked up, carrying his voice out to sea, as if the ocean itself was listening to his plight.

[And you say I abandoned the ship
But I was going down with it
My white knuckle dying grip
Holding tight to your quiet resentment and
My friends said it isn't right to be scared]

Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the salty spray. The pain of leaving behind his career and his friends was real, but the thought of not having Louis by his side was a wound that cut deeper than any flame. His heart felt torn in two, the city's pulse beating in one half, and the quiet rhythm of the cove in the other.

[So how much sad did you think I had,
Did you think I had in me?
How much tragedy?
Just how low did you think I'd go?
Before I'd self-implode
Before I'd have to go be free]

The words of the song hung in the air, a poignant reminder of what he’d been through. Harry took a moment to compose himself, the cove's serenity a stark contrast to the tumultuous storm of emotions raging inside him.

He knew that going back to London meant returning to a life of danger and chaos, yet it was a life that had given him purpose. But here, on the surfboard, floating in the embrace of the sea, he found a different kind of peace. A peace that whispered sweet nothings of a life filled with love and contentment.

The ocean had become a silent confidant, a place where Harry could lay bare his soul and find clarity amidst the chaos. And as he laid there, the waves seemed to whisper to him, reminding him of the joy and passion that awaited him if he chose to stay.

The Irish man did tell the truth…

[I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place
For so long, London
Had a good run
A moment of warm sun
But I'm not the 
So long, London
Stitches undone
Two graves, one gun
You'll find someone...]

As the last whispered words of the song faded into the distance, Harry felt a strange feeling wash over him. He knew what he had to do. He couldn't abandon the love that had found him in this serene corner of the world. He took a deep breath and whispered to the sea, "I choose love."

The water seemed to respond, the waves growing more gentle, cradling him like a lover's embrace. Harry felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth, the heaviness in his chest lifting. He knew he could still be a hero here in Lavender Cove if he wanted to, just in a different way. He'd save lives through love and support, not through battling flames.

The horizon grew blurry as his eyes filled with tears again, but this time he didn't bother to wipe them away. Instead, he let them fall into the ocean, mixing with the saltwater that mirrored his emotions. He thought of the quiet nights they could share, the mornings waking up to the sound of the waves, the future that stretched out before them like the endless sea.

He had always been a fighter, rushing into danger without a second thought. But now, he faced a different kind of challenge - the fight to hold onto what truly made him happy.

As he laid there, the gentle waves rocked him back and forth, reminding him of the ebb and flow of life. The salty spray stung his eyes, but he now welcomed the feeling. He wanted to feel everything, to embrace the raw emotion that came with being truly alive.

With a newfound resolve, Harry sat up on the board, his feet dangling in the water. He took in the beauty of the cove one last time, committing every detail to memory. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore, the cry of the seagulls, the smell of lavender, salt and seaweed - it all filled him with a sense of belonging that he hadn't felt in a long time.

The decision was clear now. The thrill of his past life was nothing compared to the promise of a future with Louis. He'd trade the adrenaline rush of battling flames for the quiet moments of holding hands and watching the sunset any day. Harry knew that his heart was where his happiness laid, and that was here, in Lavender Cove. In the form of Louis Tomlinson.

He stood up on the surfboard, feeling the balance of the foam beneath his feet. The saltwater spray tickled his skin as the breeze ruffled his hair. He looked out over the water, the waves rolling in from the horizon, their rhythm steady and sure. It was as if the ocean itself was urging him on, guiding him toward a new life.

He laid back down and paddled with his arms toward the shore, the motion of his arms familiar and comforting. The sun was lower in the sky, painting the clouds and the waves with a palette of gold and crimson. As he drew closer to the beach, he could see Louis waiting for him, a concerned wrinkle between his brows.

"Are you okay?" he asked when Harry was close enough, his voice tight with worry.

Harry smiled reassuringly. "I'm fine, really. Just... taking it all in." He gestured out at the ocean, his gaze distant. "I think I've made my decision."

“Really? But… but… you didn’t even hear me out yet?!” The panic and pain rushed back into Louis' eyes within seconds.

Harry nodded slowly, his heart aching for his partner. He knew how difficult this must be for Louis, and he wanted to make it easier. He wanted to tell him right away, but he also wanted to listen to what Louis had prepared.

"Okay," he said softly. "Let's hear it."

Harry waited as Louis took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. The sun went on in the sky, painting the few clouds with hues of pink and orange. A flock of seagulls cried out overhead, their wings reflecting the golden light. The waves continued to roll in, rhythmic and constant.

"I just want you to be happy," Louis finally said, his voice quiet but steady. "I don't want you to feel like you're giving up anything, or that I'm holding you back. I know you've been through so much, and I want you to know that I understand that. I just... I needed a sec to process all of this. To figure out how to be a part of your life - if you want me to. I fucking love you so much, Harry. More than anything in this world. And I want us to be together. I want us to be a family. I want us to grow old together, surrounded by our kids and grandkids. I want us to travel the world, to see all the things you've always dreamed of seeing. I want us to have a life full of love and laughter - or whatever the saying is. I just… I just want it. With you!”

His voice broke, and he had to clear his throat before continuing.

"I'm sorry I ran away earlier. I… I needed some time to myself. To process everything. I know it was a dick move… but I'm back now. I’m here! And I want nothing more than to fucking be with you. I want us to figure this out - together.” Louis' voice was raw with emotion, his eyes pleading for understanding.

Harry took a deep breath, the salt air filling his lungs. He looked into Louis' eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or fear. But all he saw was love, unwavering and unyielding. It was the same love he'd felt for Louis since the very beginning.

“I’m not finished, Harry. Let me get this out before you say anything.” Louis stopped Harry who was about to clear the situation. “So, I went and talked to Liam and Oli. We made a schedule that might actually work out. I can be with you in London every weekend. Either Thursday night to Sunday or Friday night to Monday. And maybe you can get shifts that fit this. Oh, and then I talked to Sarah and Liz, they were sad but they understood that I can’t help as much in the shelter anymore. But you’ll have some vacation days and we could come here and spend some time at the beach or go and cuddle kittens. Or some weekend I don’t come to London but you come here. I don't know how you feel about this…” Louis' hands gestured wild in the small space between them.

“…but I really want us to try. I want us to make this fucking work. We can work this out, I'm sure we can. I love you, Harry. More than anything. And I want us to be together. I want us to have a life together. And if that means I have to take that fucking train to fucking London every week - I’ll gladly do it. Because you are so so so unbelievably worth it.”

Harry smiled softly, tears prickling in his eyes, taking Louis' hand in his own. He squeezed it gently, his fingers intertwining with Louis'. They fell into a comfy silence for a long minute.

Louis closed his eyes, took a deep breath and whispered into the silence. “But… but I'd like to know that your love is love I can bе sure of - So tell me now, and I won't ask again - Will you still love me tomorrow? No matter what a fucking dickhead I am?”

Harry couldn't help but smile, despite the lump in his throat.

“Louis Tomlinson - stop right there - or you might be able to get me pregnant on the spot.”

Harry couldn't help but laugh. There was something so endearing about the way Louis quoted one of Harry’s favourite cover songs by Taylor Swift as if he was quoting Shakespeare. It was a rare glimpse into the soft, romantic side of Louis. And it reminded him of why he loved him so much.

He picked up Louis’ chin, lifting it slightly up so he could look Louis directly in the eyes. With a deep breath, Harry tried to steady his racing heart. "I'm sorry if I made you feel like I didn't want to be with you. That was never my intention. This - us - that was never at risk. Wherever I would go. I would still want to be your boyfriend. I’ll always be. I just... I just get scared sometimes, you know? With everything that's going on in my life, I can't help but wonder if I'm making the right choices. But hearing you say all of that, makes me feel like maybe I am doing something right."

Harry leaned in, their lips mere inches apart. He could feel the warmth of Louis' breath on his skin, and it sent shivers down his spine. But instead of going in for the so much craved kiss, Harry turned his head slightly next to Louis' face. "I love you, Louis. I love you more than anything in this world. And I want to be with you, no matter what. That’s why I chose to stay in Lavender Cove. With you.” He whispered, his lips carefully brushing the soft skin on Louis’ cheek.

Slowly Harry leaned back and watched as a smile spread across Louis' face, transforming his sad expression into one of joy and relief. It was the most beautiful sight, and it made Harry's heart soar.

“I can’t believe you picked me, Haz," Louis said, his voice still somewhat amazed. He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together.

Harry smiled, and it lit up his entire face. "I always will, Lou. Tomorrow, and the next day, and every day after that. I will love you, no matter what.” He leaned slightly back to look Louis in the eyes.

"I’ll be ready," Harry whispered, his voice filled with conviction. "Never you fear."

Chapter Text

Epilogue

"Cheers to new beginnings," Harry said, clinking his virgin mojito against Louis' beer bottle. They sat on the terrace of The Higher Tides, right next to each other across a corner of the table, their knees brushing against each other. The salty breeze ruffled their hair as they leaned back in their chairs, watching the waves roll into Lavender Cove.

The end of summer had painted the sky in shades of pink and soft orange, a canvas that seemed to stretch infinitely over the horizon. The air held the scent of the sea, lavender and the faint aroma of grilling fish from Niall’s kitchen. Harry felt his heart swell with contentment as he took in the serene beauty of the scene before him. It had been a few weeks since he'd made the decision to leave the hustle of the city behind and move to this small coastal town.

“To us,” Louis answered, dressed in a cosy lavender coloured jumper, a big 28 spread out over his chest, and with their eyes locked they both took a sip of their drinks. Louis’ blue eyes sparkled with the excitement of what laid before them.

Today, Harry had gotten the key to his new flat. Lovely Pauline had somehow known about his decision to stay in Lavender Cove. Maybe the wind had told her or maybe it had been written all over Harry’s beaming face when he met her the next morning after Louis had waited for him at the beach. Either way, she had offered Harry her flat in town to rent and Harry had gladly accepted after he’d had the chance to take a look at it.

The flat was quaint, painted in a light blue colour that reflected the sea outside. It had a cosy living room with a couch that looked as comfortable as a cloud and a kitchenette that could pass for a professional chef’s dream. But the most striking feature was the large bay window in the bedroom. It was so wide that it almost seemed like it could be a door to the sea. The floor was wooden and creaked slightly with age, adding to the charm of the place.

Maritime features could be found all over the flat. There were decorations made of driftwood and aged miniature sailboats. On the balcony, which would be flooded with the balmy evening sun after long summer days, hung a seashell wind chime that fit in perfect harmony with the distant sound of the sea. In the bedroom laid a cream-coloured rug with a starfish pattern, that Harry had chosen to keep. He’d like to add his furniture from London to the bits and pieces that made this flat unique. He would combine his old life with this one by the sea and create something new - similar to his new self. Shaped by London and brought back to life by the waves of the sea and the love it had washed ashore.

Tomorrow morning, the movers would arrive with his things from London. Harry felt a knot of anticipation in his stomach. It was a mixture of excitement and a hint of nostalgia. He had spent so much time in that city, made so many memories, good and bad. It had been his home for so many years. Now, his past would be delivered to him in cardboard boxes. Each one of them contained a piece of him that he’d left behind and now he had to decide which parts of him he wanted to keep and which ones to let go.

But tonight was not for worrying about the future or the past. It was about celebrating the present. Louis’ hand on his arm brought Harry back to the moment. 

“I can see your thoughts running behind those pretty green eyes of yours, love,” Louis said while his thumb lovingly stroked Harry’s arm. In the background, ice clicked in the guest’s glasses of lemonade and cocktails and Shawn played one of his songs on the terrace. It was a beautiful evening like so many others they had spent here over the summer.

“Sorry,” Harry murmured and intertwined their fingers on the table. “I’m just thinking about tomorrow.”

“I know, Haz. But we’ll sort everything out. You and me, okay? I’m excited to see that part of your life and rummage through your boxes with you. Who knows what treasures I’ll find.”  The smile on Louis’ face was a cheeky one. His talent in leading Harry’s thoughts in a different direction unmatched.

With a smirk, Harry leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “I might have a box of treasures that would make your heart race, Darling.” The heat of his breath sent a shiver along Louis‘ arm, every hair on his arm was on fire with electricity.  He playfully nudged Harry’s shoulder.

“Oh, really?” Louis’ eyebrows shot up, intrigue piqued. “What kind of treasures, babe?”

With a wink, Harry leaned back in his chair, his hand still in Louis’. “You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?” He said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “But I can tell you this, it’s something that’ll make even the most pale fish in the sea blush fifty shades of red. It’s the kind that makes you blush, even with that handsome tan of yours,” Harry teased, his voice low and filled with mischief.

Leaning on both his forearms on the table, Louis started to play with Harry’s fingers. “Well, in that case, my love, I can’t wait to inaugurate the flat after everyone’s left. I’m sure we’ll be able to make some good use of your treasures.” Louis’ voice was seductive and made Harry’s skin tingle. In his mind, he tried to decide which of his toys he’d like to bring out for Louis first, as a voice broke the flirtatious bubble they had found themselves in.

“An inauguration party in your new flat?” Niall asked. He had only picked up a few words of their conversation on his way to their table. “Tell me when and I’ll be there. Might even bring my stunning husband.” His eyes wandered to Shawn, who was still playing not far from Harry and Louis’ table.

“Niall, no.” Harry laughed, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. “No one will be invited to that.” The confusion on Niall’s face made him laugh even more.

Niall playfully slapped Harry’s shoulder, his laugh echoing across the terrace. “You ungrateful brat. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be lonely in the sea of London, and you wouldn’t have met my lovely friend here.” He nodded towards Louis with a knowing smile. “I’m the one who brought you together, remember?”

“Trust me, we’ll never forget being forcefully locked into your storage room. Did you ever think about the possibility that one of us could have been claustrophobic?” Harry joked, still more than thankful that Niall had been their cupid.

“Claustrophobic? As a firefighter?” Niall just raised his eyebrow at him. “I was sure you’d find a way to distract yourselves. Which you did… more than once. If I recall the karaoke night correctly.”

“That was a great night…” Louis said with a dreamy look on his face. “Fuck, I’ll never forget what you did with that chair, babe.”

“Keep it in your pants, Tommo. We were talking about my influence in your relationship.” Niall waved a hand in front of Louis’ eyes to help him focus.

“And here I thought he wanted to be part of our party - doesn’t work with keeping it in my pants,” Louis whispered only for Harry to hear.

At this, Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud, his very special honking laugh that Louis was always proud of when he managed to produce it. It was a sound that washed over the table, causing the nearby guests to turn their heads, their curiosity piqued by the infectiousness of it. His eyes watered and his sides ached as he tried to contain the laughter that seemed to come from deep within his soul.

Louis, unable to resist the pull of Harry’s happiness, leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek. The gesture was so tender that it seemed to hold all the love and joy of the moment within it. Harry’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink at the unexpected gesture, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. He leaned into the warmth of Louis’ touch, feeling the roughness of his stubble against his skin.

Niall furrowed his brows and looked back and forth between them, obviously lost on the joke.

“Sorry, Ni,” Louis said, his eyes a moment longer on Harry before he forced himself to look at anything else than him. “You’re absolutely right. We can’t thank you enough. I know what you did for us and that we’re sitting here today, this happy, is because you kicked our asses. Thanks for that. I mean it. We do.” He grabbed Harry’s hand again. The sincerity of his words reflected in Louis’ gentle blue eyes, and Harry’s heart beat faster with the wave of love that rolled over him.

“Okay stop it, you sap,” Niall said and Harry was sure he saw him wipe a tear from his eyes. “You’re welcome, I knew I saw something between you and just gave you a little push. Just make sure that one of you makes me your best man and we are even.” Niall joked, to lighten the moment after Louis' honest words again.

The sun had dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in a myriad of purple and blue hues. The light from the pendant lights above their heads cast a warm glow on their faces, the sound of the waves playing a gentle symphony in sync with Shawn’s guitar in the background.

"Best man, huh?" Harry chuckled, taking a sip of his mojito. “You’re in a tough competition for this spot - how about godfather of the firstborn?”

Niall's eyes lit up with excitement. "Deal!" He exclaimed, raising his hand for a high-five, which Harry met with a laugh.

When Harry looked at the other side of the table, he found Louis staring at him with slightly parted lips. He seemed to be holding his breath and his eyes were fixed on Harry without blinking once. Then he bit his bottom lip.

“You alright, darling? Does the talk of the future make you horny?” Harry asked teasingly, resting his elbows on the table and leaning his head on his fists, fluttering his eyelashes.

Immediately Louis closed his mouth and cleared his throat. “Me? You’re talking to the man who got you a soulmate plant on the first date, remember? I’m here for the long run.” He winked, knowing exactly what that plant meant to Harry.

The air grew thick with a mix of tension and desire as they held each other’s gazes. The moment was so perfect, Harry felt his heart swell in his chest, the blush on his cheeks. He couldn’t believe he had managed to find a man like Louis in this quiet town after all the heartaches in London. The way he’d looked at him from the very beginning, the way his hands felt in Harry’s, the way he talked about the future like it was theirs for the taking. It was all too much, and yet it was everything Harry had ever wanted.

Under the table, unnoticed by the other guests, Louis’ hand found its way to Harry’s thigh. His touch was gentle, almost tentative as if he was afraid to break the spell that had been cast over them. His thumb drew small circles, each one sending a jolt of electricity through Harry’s body. Harry’s eyes never left Louis’, his breath hitching slightly as he felt the heat from the man’s hand seep through his skin.

The atmosphere grew heavy with unspoken promises and unanswered questions about the future. The laughter and chatter of the surrounding people faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of anticipation. Harry’s eyes dropped to Louis’ hand, watching the movement of his thumb as it traced patterns on his thigh, sending waves of warmth crashing through him like the tide on the shore.

Niall, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrents of desire at their table, approached with a tray of steaming food. The scent of freshly grilled fish, grilled cheese and buttered bread wafted towards them. He placed the dishes down with a smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Alright, lovebirds, time to eat. I know you two have a busy night ahead of you, but remember, nutrition is important for... all that physical activity you’re going to engage in.” He winked, and Harry’s blush deepened, his heart pounding in his chest.

“When did you even leave to get the food, Ni?” Louis asked, looking quite confused, with his fork and knife already in hand while his eyes darted between Harry, Niall and the food on his plate.

“You know, Tommo, there is a whole world around you still spinning while you lose yourself in that one’s eyes.” Niall gestured to Harry, “Please, someone tell me that Shawn and I haven’t been like that at the beginning.”

Harry shrugged, he wouldn’t know, but Louis just laughed.

“You’ve been worse, mate. I can’t even remember the amount of times I walked in on you making out behind that bar in the light of the day. At least we keep our hands to ourselves.” Louis stated but Niall just raised one eyebrow and looked at Harry’s hand that had found its way to Louis’ thigh. He looked back to Louis with a tilt of his head and a roll of his eyes.

“Enjoy your dinner. It’s on me.” With two fingers he pointed at his eyes and afterwards at them and left the table, taking a few steps back.

“Whoopsie.” Harry laughed and squeezed Louis' thigh before he started to savour his grilled cheese.

The cheese was perfectly melted, the bread crispy and the tomato slice inside was the perfect addition of sweetness. The first bite was heavenly, the flavours exploding in his mouth like a symphony of comfort. Harry watched as Louis took a bite of his fish, his eyes closing in pleasure. It was a simple meal, but here at this moment, it tasted like the most exquisite thing he had ever eaten.

"This is amazing, Niall," Harry said, his mouth full. "You've outdone yourself."

"Thanks, my dear Harold," Niall called back, cleaning the table next to them, a hint of pride in his voice. “You should try my homemade pesto pasta one day. That is love in a bowl.”

“Mm, I’ll have to hold you to that,” Harry said, swiping his tongue over his upper lip to catch a stray piece of cheese. The action was unconsciously seductive, and Louis’ eyes followed the movement hungrily. They both knew the night ahead would be anything but simple, filled with the complex dance of packing at Fuchsia Sea and not getting distracted by each other.

After they had finished their meal, Harry leaned back in his chair and sighed contentedly. "I can't believe this is my life now," he murmured, his voice barely carrying over the sound of the waves.

Louis looked at him with his kind and loving eyes. "Are you talking about the food or the sea, love?"

"I’m talking about you, darling." He sighed again. "And the food isn’t too bad as well." Harry chuckled when Louis looked quite offended. "Seriously, if someone had told me about this evening when I left London with one suitcase and my guitar and the plan to spend a few weeks, I wouldn’t have believed them. But I’m so unbelievably happy with how everything turned out. Who would have thought I’d find love here in this beautiful town?"

"Me," Louis whispered, reaching for Harry’s thigh again. "I told you, I knew I had to get to know you when I saw you on that beach in your yoga pose. Maybe I didn’t dare to hope for this, but I hoped for something."

The early night sky grew darker and the first stars started to twinkle in the sky, like the little lights in the fairy tale book Harry’s mother used to read to him as a child. The music grew softer and the chatter of the guests more intimate.

“Do you remember what you said to me when we first talked?” Louis’ voice was quiet, his thumb tracing circles on Harry’s thigh again.

Harry furrowed his brow, trying to recall their very beginning. “You mean at the beach, right after Cliffy stole my pains au chocolat?”

Louis nodded, his gaze never leaving Harry’s. “You could meet someone great out here. Someone who really understands what it's like to be a lifeguard, and who appreciates the ocean as much as you do.” Louis paused, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Harry took Louis’ hand into his. "And I was already there, waiting for you to notice me. Because I knew, I could be that one. And look where Cliffy stealing my food took us." He chuckled and reached out to stroke his fingers through Louis’ growing beard. It started to get messy along the edges since Louis hadn’t shaved it for a good week.

"Cliffy, my wingdog," Louis said and kissed the palm of Harry’s hand. Lately, he started to use the nickname, that Harry had given to Clifford, as well.

"The best one." Harry agreed. "I still have your towel and the mug you left on my yoga mat, by the way. Didn’t you miss them?"

"Nah," Louis said with a shake of his head. "I knew they were in good hands." He leaned into Harry’s touch some more. "Shall we leave? I’m afraid you’ll fall asleep on me before we get to pack a single thing in your cabin if we do it much later, love."

“Yes, please.” Harry caressed Louis’ cheek with a last stroke and the two of them stood up, the chair legs scraping the wooden floor.

“Thank you, Niall, for everything,” Harry called out as they started to make their way to the exit. Niall waved them off with a knowing smile, mouthing something that Harry was pretty sure included the words "See you for the party."

Holding hands, Harry and Louis strolled down the beach path towards Fuchsia Sea, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. The moon had risen high, casting a silver glow on the wet sand lying on top of the cobblestones, making it seem like a path of pure crystal.

Once inside Harry's cabin, the air was thick with anticipation. They'd barely had a moment alone, no time for long sexy nights or let alone energy for that since Harry's move was confirmed. Louis had taken a lot of shifts so he could get time off for the actual moving, helping his love to settle in, and Harry was busy through the day from finding a place to live to organise the London things from afar.

The door clicked shut behind them, the sound of the lock echoing through the small space. Without a word, Harry turned to face Louis, their eyes locking in a silent conversation.

The passionate kiss that followed was like a wave crashing into them, powerful and overwhelming. Harry's arms snaked around Louis' neck, pulling him closer as if they could somehow merge into one being. Louis' hands found Harry's waist, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin there, setting it alight with desire. Their mouths moved together in a dance that was both fiery and tender.

Harry felt Louis’ scruff redden his skin, as they kissed against the cabin’s door. He wasn’t allowed to ever shave his beard, Harry loved the burn on his soft skin way too much.

They fit together perfectly, hands all over their bodies, as Harry clung to Louis like a lifeline. With closed eyes, Louis was everything he felt, lips moving, hands roaming and breaths coming in shallow pants. Louis’ tongue swirled around Harry’s at one moment and in the next, it was on Harry’s neck, together with his hand.

With nibbling teeth and a soothing tongue, Louis worked on Harry’s sensitive neck, marking him up as his hand possessively stretched his throat, making more room for his mouth. Harry couldn’t think. He clutched Louis’ jumper in his fists as his head fell back in a moan, that encouraged Louis to step even closer, pressing his entire body weight into Harry.

“Knock, knock” Liam’s voice broke through the closed door behind them. Harry groaned into Louis’ mouth, their kisses never ceased, as they both laughed against each other’s lips.

“At least he knows how to knock now!” Harry whispered through their chuckles, reluctantly pulling away.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t seem like he’s learned fucking timing yet,” Louis replied, his voice low and amused.

Harry groaned and watched as Louis’ hand disappeared into his jeans for a moment, adjusting himself. With a wink Harry turned around and opened the door, finding a smiling Liam and Zayn with Clifford on a leash standing in front of it.

"Hi, boys," Liam said, his arm slung over Zayn’s shoulder. "We thought you could use some help?"

Harry stepped aside to let them in, feeling Louis’ warm hand on his lower back.

"Many hands make light work," Zayn added as they stood in the cabin, looking around the things that Harry had added to his possession during his time in Lavender Cove, that now needed to be packed in boxes.

At that moment, he felt unbelievably grateful. For his friends, the ones that had been by his side for ages and the ones he had made since he arrived in this little coastal town. He felt grateful for the memories they would continue to make together and for the love they showed him at any given moment. And for Louis, because Harry knew that without him, he might not had found the courage to stay.

They spent the next hour packing, their movements in sync as they filled small box after small box with Harry’s possessions.

The playful banter between the four of them filled the cabin with laughter, which was only occasionally interrupted by a sizzling kiss or a caress that was just a bit too tempting to resist. With every item they packed away, Harry felt a part of his Fuchsia Sea era being neatly folded and stored away, making room for the life that awaited him in the charming flat. He watched as Liam tried to fold one of his shirts, which was a clear disaster, while Zayn rolled his eyes and took over.

The sight of his friends working together brought a warmth to Harry’s chest. He leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping on a bottle of cold beer Louis had opened up for them at some point, watching the scene unfold. Clifford sat at his feet, his tail wagging in excitement, not quite sure what was happening but knowing it involved his favourite humans being happy.

Louis sat on the floor, the painting of the cottage in his hand and looked up. As their eyes met, Harry saw the same happiness shining back at him. There was an unspoken promise between them, that this was just the start of something bigger to come.

"Boys?" Harry said looking from Louis to Zayn and Liam, while he pushed his body away from the counter. "Hugs?"

Without any word and any hesitation, they all got up and with open arms, they all stood in the middle of the little cabin that had been Harry’s home for the past months. When they all stepped closer, they found themselves in a group hug with weirdly crossed arms but with shared smiles on their faces.

"Thank you," Harry murmured while they hugged, meaning way more than just the comfort they all spent him at that moment.

When they let go, Zayn grabbed a shirt back from Liam. "Anytime, H… Alright, I’ll deal with this monstrosity of a packing job later." He said and rolled his eyes, but a not entirely hidden feeling of admiration sparkled in them. "But for now, let’s get to the important stuff." He winked at Harry.

From the bag with packing stuff he brought with him, Zayn pulled out a kind of bubble wrap box. "This is for your soulmate plant," he said, placing it on the kitchen counter. "It's a travel box, to keep it safe on the journey to your new place."

The box was a perfect size for the plant, just as if Zayn would have taken measurements. Harry's heart swelled with love as he recalled the day Louis had given it to him during their first date. It had been a simple yet profound gesture, a declaration of hope and a promise of growth in their nascent relationship.

It had also been a statement of feelings, none of them had found the words for, at that time. But they were prominent in their hearts and smiles and in this gesture from Louis. Their story had been a tiny plantlet at that time but it would grow as time goes on, just like the Philodendron in the colourful pot.

Together they continued to work, packed all his stuff in boxes and the suitcase and moved it close to the door, to make it as easy as possible for them in the morning.

When everything was done, they said their goodbyes to Zayn and Liam and fell into bed at almost 1 am. Harry felt a bone-deep exhaustion as he cuddled into Louis, one last time in Fuchsia Sea’s cabin, with Clifford sleeping curled up at the foot of the bed.

Tomorrow would be even more exhausting but Harry couldn’t wait for this next step of his future in Lavender Cove. While Louis’ breaths became deeper, his arms around Harry kept him close and with one last kiss to Louis’ chest, he fell asleep.

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The next morning, the sun peeked through the curtains, painting the cabin in a soft glow. Harry's eyes fluttered open to find himself still nestled in Louis' arms. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the driftwood that lately seemed to cling to them both. Today was moving day, the day he would start his new life in the charming flat.

With a yawn, Harry disentangled himself from Louis' embrace and slipped into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He stepped out onto the porch, the cool lavender breeze kissing his skin as he took in the serene view one last time.

"Are you ready for it?" Louis' sleepy voice sounded from behind him, his arms wrapping around Harry's waist. Harry leaned back into the warmth, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "More than ever." He turned to face his boyfriend, the light playing across their faces.

The sea in the distance, the seagulls in the morning sky and the chicken in their coop sounded just like every other morning on his porch, but the beat of his heart felt different as Louis leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips after he lightly rubbed their noses together. It felt calm and content, sure of the next step and steady in its beats. He was ready.

Together, they went to the bathroom to get ready for the day and had a quick overnight oats breakfast. When their hunger was satisfied, they started to carry Harry’s guitar and all the boxes and the suitcase that contained Harry’s Lavender Cove life through the backyard to the front of Fuchsia Sea where Louis’ car was parked. The way to his new flat wasn’t too far but they didn’t feel like carrying all the stuff across the town and they needed to be in the flat before the moving company arrived.

"I can’t wait to be done with everything tonight." Louis sighed as he started the motor and drove down the pebble stone path of the centre. The oldies station on the radio played an ABBA song as Clifford, who sat between Harry’s legs for the short drive, rested his head on Harry’s knee.

Harry nodded, agreeing with Louis, as his fingers combed through Clifford’s black curls. "I wish everything was already done and I could just fall back into bed with you." He groaned as he thought of all the tasks that laid before them.

"But not before I had a look at the treasure box, remember?" Louis poked his cheek with his finger, making Harry’s dimple instantly appear in that exact spot, as he smiled.

They pulled into the narrow street and parked outside the creme-coloured building that was to be Harry’s new home. The movers would be there soon, so they had to work fast. The flat was on the third floor and they had to navigate the stairs with their boxes. Harry took a deep breath, feeling a bit nervous but mostly excited.

It was quiet when they arrived upstairs, the early morning light filtering through the curtains of the windows. The smell of the sea was stronger here with less lavender in the air and Harry couldn’t wait to see what kind of place this would become. He knew it would be good, but it was still filled with the excitement of something new.

They managed to get everything upstairs without breaking a sweat, or anything else. Harry looked around, taking in the blue flat with its open-plan living area and the kitchen that Harry dreamed of at night. The floorboards creaked comfortably under Louis’ feet walking to the bedroom, adding to the charm of the place.

Clifford took the chance to explore his new second home, his tail wagging as he sniffed at the corners and the baseboards.

"Look at him, he's already making himself at home. Don’t get too comfy you fluff-ball, at some point we have to go back to our flat," Louis said with a chuckle, setting down the last box in the living room.

“Do you?” Harry said, his voice making it sound like a joke, but just for himself, he thought that maybe if Louis wanted to, he could just stay. Harry wouldn’t mind. No, he wouldn’t even think twice.

“Not today, but eventually.” They stood in the empty bedroom together, facing each other. “Don’t want you to get sick of me if I invade your space too much.”

“You don’t. You know, I love your company.” Harry paused and rocked back and forth on his feet. “I hope all my stuff will fit in here.” He changed the topic and looked around the room one more time.

“You said your flat in London was tiny, so I’m sure we’ll make it work, love. Don’t worry.” Louis placed his hands on his shoulders to massage some of the tension away and Harry melted right into his touch.

With his eyes closed Harry stood like this for a while, humming, when the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of the moving company.

The morning passed in a blur of activity. The movers came and went, unloading Harry's life into the quaint flat. With each passing hour, the space grew more cluttered, but also more alive. They directed the movers, pointing to where they wanted each piece of furniture and box to go, discussing and sometimes arguing playfully over the placement of certain items.

Once the movers had finished, the real work began. Harry and Louis rolled up their sleeves and started to unpack. The living room slowly transformed into a reflection of Harry's personality: a cosy blend of knick-knacks and modern comfort.

Harry’s favourite vinyl records, all by Taylor Swift, were unpacked and displayed neatly on the shelf, and his books lined one of the walls, creating a library nook that he’d always dreamed of. The soulmate plant took pride of place. On a small table next to the bay window, safe from the early afternoon sun throwing rainbow sparkles on the wooden floor.

When they unpacked the first box of Harry’s clothes and a small, folded piece of paper fell out. It was a note from Mum, which simply read, “Welcome home, Harry. Love, Mum” They shared a smile that ended up in a tear rolling down Harry’s cheek.

“She did this when I moved to London too.” Louis took Harry’s hand and squeezed it gently, offering silent support. He understood the weight of leaving behind a life and starting anew, even if it was for the better.

“When I first moved here, my mum called me every single day. And when I one day mentioned that I didn’t have time for lunch because I had a busy day, she started to send me fucking care packages every single week. Mums, I swear to god. I had to break her heart and tell her to stop that. I was a grown man and not a teenager anymore.” Louis laughed but the memory painted a fond look on his face. The close relationship they had was so clear for Harry to see.

“God I hope she doesn’t start doing that. But she knows that I know how to cook.” Harry teased with a wink.

“True. Looks like I made a very good catch.” Louis reached out and played with the hair on Harry’s neck. “You can cook, you can sing, you’re good with animals and Cliffy loves you, too.”

“I’m also good at other things…” Harry winked and took a step back, Louis’ hands slipping from his neck. “Let’s find the treasure box.”

Together they walked into the bedroom where a big box with different belongings stood. They opened it but before Harry could reach for that one special box, Louis grabbed one and had it already opened. In there weren’t any kind of toys, but a collection of photos.

"What the hell?" Louis exclaimed, holding up the photo. Harry's cheeks flushed a shade of pink that matched the T-shirt he was wearing in the picture. He took the photo gently from Louis' hand and studied it with a nostalgic smile. "Ah, the hair. It was a phase."

"A phase? That's more than a phase, Harry," Louis chuckled, running a hand through Harry's now short hair. "You looked like a rock star."

The photo was from a time when Harry had embraced his curls, letting them fall over his shoulders. His hair was a wild mane of chestnut and tiny gold shimmer, and the look on his face was one of pure, unbridled joy.

"That was before I became a firefighter," Harry said, his voice soft and a little wistful. "Couldn't exactly run into a burning building with that hair, could I?"

"I suppose not," Louis said, placing the photo back into the box. "But it suits you. Makes you look... fucking fit." He grinned, his eyes sparkling, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip.

"I loved it, it always fell into my face and I had to shake it out to put it back into place but it was fun. I miss it sometimes…" Harry trailed off.

"Are there more?" Louis asked and started to rummage through the photos again. He found a few more that showed long curls that fell over Harry’s shoulders, accentuating his green eyes. In almost all of them, he was in some kind of sheer shirt with the skinniest jeans and his beloved brown Chelsea boots. He had worn them until they had literally fallen apart.

Harry watched as Louis stared at all of the photos with a gaping mouth. "Fuck, babe. You tell me you walked the streets of London like that and no one told me? Bloody hell, I need Hermione’s time turner."

Harry laughed at the way Louis’ eyes flickered between him and the photos in his hand like he still couldn’t believe what he saw. Harry slowly leaned over to Louis to whisper into his ear.

"So tell me, darling, what is it about my long hair that’s running through your mind?" He watched as Louis gulped and leaned back far enough to look into his eyes, biting his lip in anticipation.

"Well, I think you could still pull it off." Louis finally said, his voice a little hoarse. Louis paused, looking at the photos and then at Harry. "But you're still hot as hell without it."

"Of course, I could," Harry said, his voice filled with amusement. He took the photos from Louis and put them back in the box. "Now, let's find the real treasure box."

Harry rummaged through the rest of the big box until he reached the bottom, and Harry's hand hit something solid and metallic. "Here we go," he said, pulling out a small, unassuming black box with a tiny gold lock.

“With a lock?” Louis leaned over Harry’s shoulder to get a better look at the black box. Harry’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled out a tiny key on a ring out of his jewellery box on the cupboard.

“You know what they say, Lou, good things come in small packages.” Harry unlocked the box and slowly lifted the lid.

"Wait let me see." Louis squeezed himself next to Harry, his eyes curious. The inside of the box was lined with a red velvet material and contained quite a collection. Harry loved every single piece of it, but obviously, he had his favourites.

He watched as Louis pulled the box closer to take a better look at the toys inside. From yesterday’s conversation, Harry knew that Louis was open to explore this part of their relationship with him. But still, it was exciting and a little exhilarating to expose himself to Louis like this. So his eyes were on Louis as he carefully touched the objects in the box.

Louis' eyes were curious and with every single thing his tattooed fingers touched, they sparkled even more. His hands were tender as his fingers glided over the different materials of Harry’s collection. There were silky scarfs for blindfolding, soft ropes to tie certain body parts together, a cock ring and a vibrating dildo in a lovely lavender colour, which seemed pretty ironic now. One of Harry’s absolute favourites probably were the nipple clamps and his remote-controlled butt plug. It was a decent collection in size and variety.

"Hmm…" Louis made and Harry looked from his delicate hands to his face again and found him pursing his lips, a slight smirk coming through. "I’m trying to decide which ones would fit the occasion…" He let the silk scarf run through his hand like water. "This one would be a good start, what do you think, my love?"

Fuck.

Fuck yeah!

With a grin that could light up the entire cove, Harry took the scarf from Louis’ hand. The silky material slid over his fingertips as he stepped closer to the man he had fallen for so unexpectedly. The room felt hotter than ever, the anticipation rising like the tide outside their window.

“You really want to start with that?” Harry teased, his voice low and filled with desire.

“It seems like a good way to break into the new place, don’t you think?” Louis replied, his eyes darkening as they met Harry’s.

The air in the room was thick with tension as Harry looped the scarf around Louis’ neck, gently tugging him closer. Their bodies were almost touching, their breaths mingling together as they studied each other, the excitement palpable. Harry’s heart raced as he trailed the scarf down Louis’ chest.

“So, what’s the plan?” Harry whispered, his eyes never leaving Louis’. The playful glint in Louis’ eyes told him that he had something in mind, something that would surely leave them both gasping for air.

Without a word, Louis took Harry’s hand and led him to the bed. Thankfully the bed was one of the first things Harry unwrapped from the mover's plastic and had already prepared for the night. Louis sat him down and took the scarf from Harry’s trembling hand. With a soft touch, he tied it around Harry’s eyes, the gentle pressure blocking out the light. The world around him went dark, heightening his other senses. He could hear the sound of Louis’ breath, feel the warmth of his body as he leaned in, and smell the faint scent of driftwood and the mint from his toothpaste.

“Trust me?” Louis’ voice was a murmur, a soft caress against Harry’s ear. Harry nodded, his breath hitching as Louis’ hands found the hem of Harry’s shirt and began to lift it up. Harry felt the cool air kiss his skin as his chest was exposed. Each touch was a whisper, a promise of what was to come. He could feel his pulse quicken, his body responding to the gentle touches. The shirt was pulled over his head and Harry’s eyes widened behind the scarf, trying to adjust to the darkness. His breathing grew heavier as he felt the warm hands move down to the button of his shorts.

With a smooth motion, Louis unbuttoned Harry’s shorts and pulled the zipper down. Harry lifted himself up a bit, his skin prickled as the fabric was peeled away, the anticipation of what was next making his heart thud in his chest. The shorts and boxers were removed in one swift action, leaving Harry naked in front of his boyfriend. He bit his lip, waiting for the next sensation, the next touch that would set him alight.

A shadow through the fabric of his silk scarf told Harry that Louis was leaning over him, before he gently touched Harry’s jaw, tilting his head up. He felt Louis’ lips against his own, barely in a kiss, more in a brush of lips and warm air. Immediately goosebumps appeared all over Harry’s skin, making the little hairs on his body stand up.

“Lay down for me, my love,” Louis whispered onto his lips and waited for Harry to push his body a little further up the bed and lay down with his head on a pillow.

From the foot of the bed, he heard Louis’ voice. “I wish you could see yourself like this. All laid out for me to cherish, for me to please. You’re so beautiful, it’s taking my breath away every single time. “

Harry squirmed under Louis’ praise and the lack of ability to see his boyfriend watching him. His head was running wild with the idea of what would follow.

“Tell me one last time, if you want this, babe. Are you good?” Louis asked and waiting for Harry to confirm.

“Yes, please. I’m perfect.” Harry's voice already felt rough, his throat dry from the heavy breaths he was taking.

“Okay, babe. And I need you to know that you can stop at any point. I won’t be mad, just say the word and I’ll stop whatever I’m doing. You are the boss here. Okay?”

“Okay.” Harry nodded. “I say stop and you’ll stop. Got it.”

“Good boy,” Louis said and lightly traced his fingers over the hairs on Harry’s shin, making his leg twitch. “I’m just gonna pull off my clothes now and then I’ll decide on what to use from your wonderful box for your perfect body. You’ll be able to hear me the whole time, babe.”

And Harry was, his ears focused on the ruffling of Louis’ clothes and the thump when they hit the floor, on his bare feet on the wooden floor and the sound of the box as Louis closed the lid.

He had chosen something.

Harry tried to focus his senses on himself for a moment, felt the shallow breaths that left his lips, the tingle of his fingers and his heavy cock resting on his skin right where his laurel tattoos framed it. He was so ready.

Then, Louis' hands were back on his legs, slowly travelling up one leg and slightly pushing it up to make room for Louis in between. Harry felt the skin of Louis’ legs against his as a soft material caressed the thin skin of his upper thigh.

Louis’ and Harry’s breath equally hitched as a soft humming sound filled the room and the vibration of Harry’s lavender-coloured toy on his skin made his whole body arch off the bed.

“Oh, fuck!” Harry’s voice was loud and filled with surprise.

“You okay?” Louis asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Yeah, I just... I didn’t expect it to feel like that,” Harry murmured, his cheeks flushing red.

“Good surprise?” Louis teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh, definitely,” Harry breathed, his voice thick with desire. The cool breeze from the bay window caressed his bare skin, setting his nerves alight as he felt the softness of the silk scarf against his eyes.

Louis’ touch grew bolder, gliding the vibrator across Harry’s chest in a tantalising dance, tracing the curves of his pectorals before descending to his navel. Harry’s muscles quivered under the sensation, his body responding instinctively to the unseen tease. The vibrations grew stronger as Louis moved the toy lower, the anticipation making Harry’s toes curl.

Harry closed his eyes behind the scarf and waited, waited for Louis to finally give him what Harry wanted, what he needed. One of Louis' hands rested on Harry’s squirming hips so that he could keep from moving under Louis’ teasing touches. And then, fucking finally, he felt the vibration on the tip of his cock. The moan that left his body was a noise he had never made before.

“Lou!” He almost screamed as the vibrator touched his aching cock but was removed from Louis just a second later.

“No,” Harry begged. “Please.”

Louis traced his laurel tattoo with the toy and stroked his thumb over Harry’s burning skin at the same it. It was soothing and thrilling and sent Harry’s brain spiralling in a whirlwind of pleasure and lust. He saw stars behind his closed eyes.

“Patience, babe. I’m enjoying you squirming for me way too much. You’re doing so well.” Louis soothed while he moved the toy to circle Harry’s balls, not quite touching them. The anticipation was excruciating and Harry held his breath, trying to focus his senses on Louis’ hand on his hip.

With the most tender touch, Louis moved his hand to take Harry’s leaking cock into his hand, giving him some sweet relief, that only lasted for a short moment because then the toy joined his hand, slowly moving up and down Harry’s shaft.

“Fuck me!” He groaned as his hands kneaded into the fresh sheets of his bed, trying to hold onto something for dear life. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

The vibrations grew more intense and Harry felt like he was going to burst. He could feel the warmth spreading through his body, his orgasm building up in his core like a storm waiting to break free.

"You're so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure," Louis whispered into Harry's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down Harry's spine.

With a gentle tug, Harry felt the coolness of the room replaced the warmth of the vibrator on his cock. He gasped as he realised Louis had moved the toy away, but before he could protest, he felt the soft, wet heat of Louis's mouth on one of his nipples. The sensation was electrifying, and Harry's eyes shot open behind the blindfold.

"Oh, God," Harry whimpered, his back arching off the bed.

Louis' mouth moved to the other nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue, while his hand played with the vibrator, not quite bringing it back to Harry's cock. Harry's hips rocked upward, desperate for the contact he had been denied.

"Please," Harry begged, his voice trembling with need.

“Not yet, babe. Be a good boy…”

Louis’ voice was a low rumble against Harry’s skin as he moved the vibrator back down Harry’s upper body, ignoring his desperate pleas for release. Harry’s chest was heaving, the anticipation making him feel like he was floating just above the bed.

With deliberate slowness, Louis coated the vibrator with lube,  the click of the cap and the flowing sticky sound echoing in the quiet room. Harry’s imagination painted a picture of Louis’ hand, the palm cupping the toy, the fingers gliding along the lavender shaft in a mesmerising motion. He could feel the slickness as the tip of the vibrator was brought back to his cock, and the sensation was overwhelming.

But then, without warning, the vibrator was removed again, and Harry felt a moment of confusion before he heard the buzzing sound change.

"What...what are you doing?" Harry's voice was breathless, his body on the edge of ecstasy.

He lifted his head off of the the pillow, even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to see what Louis was doing. But then he heard it, a muffled moan that escaped Louis’ lips and the sound of something slick. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t see what was happening and it was pure torture.

Louis’ moans sounded like he was biting into his fist, while his legs brushed Harry’s every now and then and Harry needed to see.

“Let me see, Lou. Please let me see you.” He pleaded and lifted his upper body up, not resting on his forearms. His cock was permanently leaking precome from Louis keeping him on the edge and he. needed. to. see.

“Oh god, Haz, it feels so good.” Louis’ breaths came in puffs as the slick sound continued and the muffled hum of the toy grew louder and more quiet every few seconds. “Fuck that’s a nice toy you’ve got. Shit, it’s so deep.”

Harry had to grab his cock and squeeze at its base to keep himself from coming untouched. This was too much, but he never wanted it to stop. “Lou, please, I’m begging. Let me see.”

“Okay, babe.” Another moan, Louis probably teased his prostate right fucking now. “You’ve been so good. Take the scarf off for me. Let me see your pretty eyes.”

Slowly, Harry lifted the scarf from his eyes, blinking against the soft light that filled the room. He took in the sight before him, his heart skipping a beat. Louis was indeed sitting between his legs, his eyes closed in pleasure, his cheeks flushed. But what Harry hadn’t expected was to see the vibrator buried deep inside Louis. His cock was hard and leaking, and Harry’s own cock twitched in response to the visual.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Harry murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Louis opened his eyes and met Harry's gaze, a smouldering look of pure desire. He licked his lips, the vibrator still inside him, his body moving slightly with every pulsation. "You like watching me, don't you?"

"More than anything," Harry breathed, his eyes locked onto the sight of the toy disappearing and reappearing with every gentle thrust of Louis' hand. The way his body moved, the quiet whimpers that escaped his lips, it was the most erotic thing Harry had ever seen.

The vibrator was slicked with lube, and Harry could see the way it was driving Louis wild. The muscles in Louis' thighs tensed and released with every movement, and Harry's cock was so hard it was almost painful. He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering over Louis' cock eager to join the pleasure.

"Do you want to watch me come like this? Riding your favourite toy…" Louis asked, followed by a loud moan, his voice strained with pleasure.

Without a word, Harry leaned in and wrapped his hand around Louis' cock, stroking in time with the vibrator's movements. He watched as Louis' eyes rolled back in his head, the sight of him taking his own pleasure sending a new wave of arousal through Harry. Their gazes met again, and Harry could see the hunger in Louis' eyes, the need for more.

Leaning down, Harry took the head of Louis' dick into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip as he tasted the saltiness of his boyfriend's desire. Louis groaned, the vibrator still working its magic inside him, his hand moving faster now, fucking himself with it as Harry's mouth worked him over. Harry took him deeper, his throat tightening around the thick shaft, his own hips jerking in response to the feeling of Louis' hand grabbing his hair.

“Imagine your hair was still long, babe. I could twist it around my hand to pull on it so easily.” Louis teased again, while he tugged on the curls on Harry’s head. “Do you like your hair being pulled, love?” His hand moved in sync with the bob of Harry’s head as he sucked on Louis’ cock. He deeply moaned around Louis and knew that Louis could feel the vibration up his spine.

In response, Louis' hips bucked up and thrust his cock all the way into Harry’s throat, making saliva drool down his chin. It was messy and sinful and Harry loved nothing more. The pull on his hair and the image of Louis pulling on his long, curly hair in his imagination while Louis fucked himself on Harry’s toy and into his mouth was overwhelming in the very best way.

“Oh fuck, you look like you were made to suck me like this.” Louis groaned with another thrust as Harry hollowed his cheeks to make the sensation for Louis even more intense. One more push down his throat followed and then Louis stilled, the grip in his hair tensed and the humming sound of the vibrator stopped as Harry anticipated come shooting down his throat.

But instead, Louis' hands released his hair and ran softly over his cheek, feeling himself in Harry’s mouth. From the corner of his eyes, Harry saw as Louis placed the toy on the sheets next to him and pulled out of his mouth, making Harry instantly miss the weight of his throbbing cock on his tongue.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked again, his voice fucked because of the cock that had been down his throat. He had lost the ability to sense Louis’ next move, overwhelmed by everything that had happened to him in the past minutes.

“I’m going to fuck you, love.” Louis casually said as his eyes bore into Harry’s, watching every nuance of his expression. Harry bit his lip, knowing that it was finally his turn to find an outlet for the building pressure in his body, to finally receive what he had earned for being patient all the time.

He watched as Louis stood, grabbed his hips and pulled him on his knees closer to the edge of the bed, standing between his open thighs. His lips felt swollen from sucking Louis off and the biting of his teeth into the flesh but all the could focus on was Louis grabbing the lube and squeezing it on his cock.

“Ready for me, my love?” Louis asked sincerely as his slick cock circled his rim, smearing the lube around his hole.

“Always. Just… don’t be slow, please.” Harry demanded, looking at Louis over his shoulder.

“We’ll see, babe,” Louis whispered in Harry’s ear and started kissing his way down Harry’s back.

His tongue traced the outline of Harry’s spine, leaving a wet trail on its way. Harry’s breath hitched as he felt Louis’ tongue move lower and lower until it reached the base of his spine. He spread Harry’s cheeks gently, the coolness of the room contrasting with the heat of Harry’s skin. Harry’s legs shook slightly, his breaths coming out in short gasps as he felt the warmth of Louis’ mouth closing around his hole.

The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability that had Harry’s toes curling again. He could feel the tip of Louis’ tongue teasing at him, the gentle pressure building into something more as Louis began to circle, licking and probing. The scruff of Louis’ beard felt heavenly on Harry’s overheated, sensitive skin, leaving it reddened and burning for him to lose himself in the pleasure. Harry’s hips moved slightly, pushing back against the mouth that was worshipping him, begging for more.

“Oh, fuck, Lou!” Harry’s voice was tight with need as the tip of Louis’ tongue pushed inside him. It was a sensation so foreign and yet so right, a feeling he hadn’t realised he craved until now.

The bed beneath them squeaked slightly with every movement, a gentle rhythm that matched their breathing. Each lick sent a jolt of pleasure through him, making him want to arch up and push back against the heat of Louis’ mouth. He could feel the warmth of Louis’ breath against his skin, his heart racing with every gentle nip and suck.

With a groan, Harry grabbed at the sheets, his knuckles turning white as he tried to keep himself still. He didn’t want to push too much, didn’t want to ruin the moment by being too eager, but it was hard when Louis’ tongue was doing such a good job of making him lose his mind.

“Please, Louis. Fuck me now.” Harry’s voice was strained, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the pressure building.

Immediately Louis pulled away, straightening his posture, his hand whipping over his mouth.

"Fuck, sorry, babe. I got carried away," he mumbled, his eyes dark with lust as he gazed at Harry.

“Sorry for what? For making me feel like this?” Harry’s voice was filled with lust as he looked over his shoulder at Louis, his eyes dark with desire.

Without a warning Louis pushed his hips forward, going all the way in, drawing the loudest moan from Harry. The stretch of Louis’ cock was edging on painful and Harry just wanted more of that, as Louis’ hips found a rhythm while he worked himself in and out of Harry’s slicked-up hole from the lube and Louis’ spit. The skin on his bum felt sensitive after Louis had rubbed his sinful beard over it for the past minutes and every slap of Louis’ hips against it reminded Harry of the pleasure it had brought him.

“Wait, no.” Louis suddenly said, his movements stopping and he pulled on Harry’s hair again, making his upper body come up against Louis’ chest. Immediately Louis’ hands were around his chest and his mouth sucked on his throat. Harry rested his head against Louis’ shoulders while he thrust into him like this a few times, kneading his hand into Louis’ slowly silver-turning hair to find some leverage. 

“I want to see you,” Louis mumbled against the skin of his neck and then he pulled out and turned Harry around, before making him lay down on the bed again. “Shit babe, you’re a fucking dream.”

Louis pulled Harry’s ass to the edge of the bed again and pushed up his legs, his knees now all the way up to his chest.

“Look at you bend for me like this. Putting all that yoga to good use.” Louis leaned down, keeping Harry’s legs bent as he worked on marking up Harry’s throat again.

“Louis,” Harry whined, he just wanted to be fucked. “Get on with it, please.” Laughing about Harry’s impatience, Louis lined himself up again, their chests almost touching as Harry pulled him down when Louis buried himself in Harry’s heat again.

He picked up the same relentless pace that he had stopped with, thrusting deep and fast into Harry.

“Shit, babe. You’re taking me so well.” Louis groaned, the fingers digging deep into Harry’s curls, holding him in a tight grip. “My good boy.”

Harry just laid, receiving all the pleasure Louis gave to him, feeling his love and adoration with every thrust and every suck on his skin.

“Oh my god.” Harry had turned into a trembling, whining mess. “Don’t stop. Please, daddy, don’t stop.” He breathed out between moans and bites on his lips as his hands grabbed Louis’ back in the desperate attempt to keep himself grounded.

Inside him, he felt Louis’ hips stutter and he let go of his neck to look Harry in the eyes. “What did you just say?”  

The question hung in the air, thick with a mix of surprise and arousal. Harry felt a flush of heat spread across his cheeks, but he didn't look away from Louis' gaze. "I said… don't stop… daddy," he repeated, his voice a little stronger this time.

Louis' eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat. He had heard it, but it was like he needed the confirmation. The vibe in the room shifted, the air charged with something new, something even more intense. Harry watched as Louis' pupils dilated, his breathing grew heavier, and his cock grew even harder inside him. "Again," Louis demanded, his voice low and gruff.

"Daddy, don't stop, please daddy" Harry whispered, his voice now filled with a newfound confidence. The word was like a spell, casting a new dynamic over their lovemaking. Louis leaned in closer, his mouth claiming Harry's in a bruising kiss as he picked up the pace, his hips driving into Harry with a ferocity that made the bed rattle against the wall. Harry's moans grew louder, mixing with Louis' grunts of pleasure.

With each thrust, Harry felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His prostate was being hit with a precision that made stars explode behind his eyes. He could feel the tension in his stomach, his muscles tightening around Louis' cock. He wrapped his legs around Louis' waist, his ankles locking together and lifting his ass as high as possible as he pulled him in deeper, wanting all of him, needing to be filled completely.

"Daddy," Harry whined into the kiss, his voice a mix of desperation and pleasure. The word seemed to drive Louis wild, his strokes becoming more erratic, his grip on Harry's hips tightening. Harry's toes curled and his nails dug into the sheets, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. The sight of Louis' face, filled with lust and desire, was almost too much to bear.

"Good boy," Louis murmured against Harry's lips, his eyes never leaving Harry's. “My good boy. Fuck, I love you so much, my perfect boy.”

The words were a declaration, a command, a promise of more to come. Harry’s eyes rolled back as he felt the power of those words, his body responding in a way that surprised even him. The phrase was like a key, unlocking a part of him he didn’t know was there, a part that craved this kind of dominance.

The heat rolled over Harry’s body like waves of fire burning every part of his skin that Louis touched. Everything around him was cut to white noise, as Louis pounded into him with a force that drove Harry up the bed, just to be pulled back by Louis’ vigorous hands. He kept them together, linked in nothing but love and pleasure with every slam of Louis’ hips.

Endless strings of "love you’s" were pressed from Harry’s lips as he grabbed Louis’ face, keeping him close to his, both of them panting in each other's mouths, not even kissing anymore. Louis seemed feral with uncontrolled passion pouring onto Harry.

"I’m gonna come. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come." Louis breathed and found some last strength to pound into Harry even harder. With one hand he grabbed Harry’s neglected cock, and just squeezed, without even moving his hand as his thumb pressed into the slit on its tip. The touch alone was enough for the heat inside of Harry to explode.

With one last precise hit to Harry’s prostate, Louis stilled inside of him as Harry felt the pulsing twitch of his cock, making him clench around Louis. He bit into Harry’s lips as the most guttural moan was drawn out off Louis and Harry sucked it up in a deep kiss of bruised lips.

"Oh my god, Louis." Harry lost himself in the pulsing heat of Louis’ cock inside of him and the flick of his hand around his own cock. "Daddy," he moaned. "Fuck, I need to…" But before even finishing what he was about to say, his orgasm rippled through his body, his vision fading to black and all he knew was Louis’ presence engulfing every piece of his existence. He came hard in pulse after pulse onto Louis’ fist and his own stomach, while the world stopped around them and all they knew was each other and the roaring in their ears.

When he finally felt like the waves of come had stopped spurting from his cock and the sparks of his orgasm ebbed away, he noticed the weight of Louis’ body pressing onto him, leaving him light-headed but ecstatically happy.

In his bliss, he started to giggle, not able to control any function of his body, while his arms wrapped tightly around Louis in the desperate urge to keep him as close as possible for as long as Louis let him.

"You alright?" Louis asked him, hiding his face in Harry’s neck and apparently also unable to move the tiniest bit.

"No." Harry still giggled. "I think you fucked the last bit of sanity out of me."

"That’s all your fault." Louis groaned. "You can’t just hit me with that word and expect me to be normal about it." With another groan, he lifted himself up enough to look at Harry. "Where the fuck did that even come from?"

With the same confidence that he had felt earlier and a small shrug of his shoulder, Harry looked straight into his eyes. "Dunno. Just felt like it, daddy."

"Oh my god." Louis groaned and let his head fall back into the crook of Harry’s neck. "You’re gonna be the death of me."

"Death of daddy Louis? I’ll take it." Harry joked, still giggling but he let out a high-pitched scream as Louis bit into the flesh of his shoulder muscle, making him try to squirm away.

"Stop fucking moving, my dick is still in your bum." Louis groaned and tightened his hold on Harry. Then he yawned. "I’m knackered."

Harry turned his head to bury his nose in Louis’ silver fox hair, breathing in his familiar scent. "Let’s just sleep, I’m never leaving this bed again."

With a chuckle, Louis kissed Harry's neck before gently pulling out. They were both sticky with sweat and cum, but neither cared as they shifted positions to lay side by side, their legs tangled together. The room was quiet, except for their heavy breathing and the occasional squeak of the bed. They laid there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of their passion, their hearts beating in sync.

Yawning, Harry felt his eyelids growing heavy. "Should we clean up?" he mumbled, already knowing the answer.

"Later," Louis murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Let's just rest, love."

And with that, Harry felt the last bit of tension in his body melt away as he nestled closer to Louis, his head resting on his chest. The steady beat of his heart lulled Harry into a deep sleep, the rhythm soothing him like a lullaby. The last thing he felt was the warmth of Louis' arm wrapping around him, pulling him closer, and the gentle kiss pressed to his forehead.

The room grew darker as the afternoon sun began to set, casting a warm glow through the curtains. The sounds of the waves outside grew louder, matching the rhythm of their soft breaths. The scent of their lovemaking lingered in the air, a heady mix of sweat, lube, and them.

After a while, Harry's eyes fluttered open, the weight of sleep slipping away. He took a moment to take in the feeling of Louis' arm around him, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his body heat. Carefully, he began to move, inch by inch, trying not to disturb the man who had so thoroughly claimed him. His muscles protested, reminding him of the intense pleasure they had just shared, but the need to move was stronger.

With the grace of a cat, Harry managed to slip from under Louis' embrace without waking him. He took a moment to watch the peaceful expression on his face, the way his lashes brushed against his cheeks. A soft smile curled Harry's lips as he took in the scene, committing it to memory. He knew they would have moments like this, moments of quiet and intimacy, but still, he wanted to remember every single one of them.

With a slow move, Harry pulled on a pair of briefs and tiptoed out of the bedroom. The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, and there, sprawled out on the couch, was Clifford.

“Hey Cliffy, making yourself a home?” Harry whispered to his four-legged friend.

The curly fluff-ball lifted his head, his tail thumping against the couch cushions as he recognised Harry’s voice. Harry couldn’t help but smile at the sight, he walked over and scratched behind the dog’s ears, feeling the soft fur under his fingertips. Clifford let out a contented sigh, his eyes half-closed in bliss.

“You’re just as lazy as Lou, aren’t you?” Harry murmured, his voice a soft purr of affection. He walked over to the kitchen, getting a glass of water. The kitchen was a mess, with half-unpacked boxes scattered across the countertops. Harry sighed, contemplating the clean-up but decided against it. For now, he wanted to cherish the quiet moment.

He carried the glass of water to the balcony table, but before sitting down, he decided to use the bathroom to have a wee and clean up the dried come on his belly. He took a quick look in the mirror to proudly run his fingers over all the marks Louis had left on his body. He hoped, that Louis would never stop claiming him like that.

Walking through the hallway, which was bathed in the golden glow of the sun, on his way back to the balcony, his eyes caught an envelope that had been pushed underneath his front door.

Carefully he opened it and found a card with a note inside. On one side, the card showed a print of Lavender Cove’s coastline with its wonderful flower fields and the line of cottages in between. Harry smiled as he thought back to their bike tour along the lavender fields. He turned the card over and read the note. 

Dear H (and L),

welcome to your new nest. I hope you continue to create memories together, some of them in this flat.
Don’t forget to eat while doing so, you’ll find a
little something in front of this door.

Avec toute mon amitié,
Pauline

Harry chuckled about Pauline's choice of words and felt another warm feeling of acceptance and belonging spread through his chest. Carefully he opened the front door and found a basket, filled to the brim with fruits and vegetables. He picked it up and carried it to the kitchen table which was not as stuffed with boxes as the counter.

In the basket were the most delicious looking fruits as his favourite oranges, apples, bananas, mangos and strawberries. He took one out of the small box and bit into it, while he looked at the various vegetables, already making plans of what meals he could cook from the aubergines, bell peppers and zucchinis.

He bit in one more sweet strawberry and walked back to the balcony, craving the glass of water for his throat. On his way he passed his guitar in its case and took it out, carrying it with him outside. The air was warm as he stepped on the wooden planks and breathed in the seawater-scented air. In the distance, he heard the everlasting waves roll onto the shore as the wind played with the fairy lights that were strung to the balcony’s railing and moved the seashells of the wind chime.

He sat down and took a moment to appreciate the quiet, only disturbed by the occasional seagull cry. He looked down to the street and saw a few people passing by, but the quiet was all his. He picked up his glass of water and took a sip, the coolness of it running down his throat feeling like heaven.

Leaning back in the chair, Harry felt the breeze brush against his bare chest, causing his nipples to pebble from the light touch. The marks from Louis’ teeth and the pads of his thumbs were visible, but Harry didn’t feel embarrassed or self-conscious. Instead, they served as a reminder of the love they had just shared.

The sun was casting a warm, light orange glow over the horizon. The few clouds were painted with a mix of different shades of yellow. Harry took a deep breath, the scent of the sea mixed with the faint smell of lavender from the fields nearby, filling his lungs.

He placed the glass on the table and picked up his guitar. The strings whispered to him as he strummed them gently, the sound a soft caress in the quiet moment. Harry let his fingers dance over it, playing a melody that seemed to resonate with the rhythm of the waves. It was a simple tune, one that didn’t require much thought, allowing his mind to drift to the recent events of the day. The feeling of the strings beneath his fingertips was grounding, a comfort in the aftermath of their intense encounter.

He strummed his guitar like this for a while, switching between made-up melodies and familiar ones that he had played many times. Every now and then he hummed some lyrics and sometimes he let the sounds of the coastal town harmonise with the tunes of his beloved instrument, as he closed his eyes to take at the moment just for himself.

He had known all along, since the day on the beach, that he had made the right decision by staying here in Lavender Cove, but at this moment he felt so content in his new life that he wanted to scream it out in the world. He felt a fundamental happiness in his life, his new flat and his relationship, and the new dynamic that was building between them.

He was so happy and at peace, like never before.

Now, all he needed was to find a job here that would make him equally happy and content, in addition to his work at the shelter. He had talked to Zayn the other day after he had told Harry that he wanted to find a way to shift his focus in Fuchsia Sea to the art. Zayn had suggested for Harry to officially take over the part of the centre that contained physical aspects like yoga and pilates. Harry had been overwhelmed with the trust Zany had shown him but agreed to think about his offer.

He would have to start an official training, to become an instructor, but he could see himself making a living from his passion. He had already looked up online classes. It was all unfolding in front of him.

Harry had lost himself in his thoughts about his future in Lavender Cove and the strumming of his guitar that he hadn’t noticed the glass door of the balcony opening and Louis stepping outside to join him.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Louis asked with a look at Harry’s guitar as he pulled the second chair closer to Harry and sat down, resting his hand on Harry’s neck, softly playing with his short curls. "The bed was too empty without you."

"Sorry, darling. I couldn’t sleep anymore and had to get up. It’s so beautiful out here." He let his gaze travel over the roofs of the houses that stood in front of the shoreline.

"It is," Louis murmured, his eyes on Harry. "You okay?"

"More than okay," Harry replied, a soft smile playing on his lips as his fingers stopped dancing over the strings. He leaned into Louis' touch, the warmth of his hand a comforting presence. "I was just thinking about everything, how lucky I am to be here, with you."

Louis leaned over to kiss Harry's cheek, his eyes still on the horizon. "You're not wrong, you know. We're pretty lucky to have found each other in this mess of a world." His thumb stroked Harry's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

The melody close to Harry’s heart filled the air as his nimble fingers started moving over the strings of his guitar again. The song was a silent declaration of their love, a declaration of the fireworks that ignited every time they were together.

[The way you move is like
a full-on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of reckless
that should send me running
But I kinda know
that I won't get far

And you stood there
in front of me just
Close enough to touch
Close enough to hope
you couldn't see
What I was thinking of]

The chords strummed through the quiet, the lyrics a soft whisper that only the two of them could hear. Harry's voice was raspy from their earlier passion, adding a raw edge to the sweetness of the song. He sang the words with a gentle intensity, his eyes never leaving Louis.

[Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'Cause I see sparks fly,
whenever you smile]

Louis leaned back in his chair, watching Harry with a fond smile. His hand slid down to Harry's back a bit, his thumb tracing small circles as the music filled the space between them. The words of the song seemed to echo their own feelings, the sparks that had flown since the moment they met, the fireworks that had only grown brighter with time.

The surprise came as a sweet rush, like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Without a word, Louis took a deep breath and joined in, his voice a perfect crispy whisper.

[Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that'll haunt me
when you're not around
'Cause I see sparks fly,
whenever you smile]

Harry's eyes grew misty as he watched Louis silently, his throat tight with emotion. The sight of his partner singing along to a Taylor Swift song, knowing the lyrics by heart, was more than he could handle, and a tear slipped down his cheek.

Not able to sing the whole song, now that he had to fight the tears, Harry jumped to the bridge of the song, trying to keep his voice confident and sure. But it was the first time he had ever played for Louis like this and he couldn’t believe Louis had listened to his favourite artist and memorised the words, just for him.

[I run my fingers through your hair
And watch the lights go wild
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me
It's just wrong enough
to make it feel right
And lead me up the staircase
Won't you whisper soft and slow
I'm captivated by you, baby
Like a fireworks show]

Louis’ eyes were on Harry like they had been all the time as Harry sang, the expression on his face fond and full of love. And Harry knew that this was the real deal, something he wanted for the rest of his life.

[Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that'll haunt me
when you're not around
'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile

And the sparks fly, oh, baby, smile
And the sparks fly]

Together they finished the song, their voices barely above a whisper at the end, but in perfect harmony, as another tear slipped from Harry’s eye and ran down his cheek, leaving a wet path on his skin. His hands still clutched the guitar as Louis reached out to stroke his thumb over his cheek, wiping away the tears before Harry carefully set his guitar aside.

"Why are you crying, my love? That was beautiful." Louis’ voice was still low and his face was so close to Harry’s that he rested his forehead against Harry’s, as they quietly breathed together before Harry could find his words.

"You caught me off guard," Harry whispered. "I didn’t know you knew a single song of hers, let alone the lyrics. You can’t just do that, I’m sensitive."

"Haz, I think you don’t realise how often you sing her songs while you’re doing stuff. A week ago while you made a list of your things in London, you sang 'Paper Rings' for a whole hour. I think I know that song by heart now." Louis said with a warm smile on his face and started to hum a melody that Harry knew all too well. "But I did listen to her songs, I admit. I know you love her music. I want to share your interests with you. Like I want to share your life."

Harry hid his face in his hands. That song of all, it was embarrassing.

"Don’t hide from me, love. I’d marry you in paper rings as well." Louis chuckled and Harry groaned.

"Don’t joke about that. You’re making it worse." Harry knew that the blood was rushing to his cheeks, painting them in a scarlet colour. But Louis took his hands into his, removing them from Harry’s face.

"Hey, love, look at me. I might have said that in a joking manner but I still meant it. This, us, it’s what I want for my life. I know I want to spend my life with you, so I would lie if I said I never thought about this. At some point…" Louis trailed off as he saw Harry’s eyes widen, his breath caught in his throat.

“Move in with me!” Harry blurted out, his eyes searching Louis’, the sudden revelation surprising them both. The words hung in the air, a declaration filled with hope and a hint of desperation.

Louis froze his hand still on Harry’s. His eyes studied Harry’s face, the raw emotion etched into every line. The idea had been playing in the back of Harry's mind, a quiet whisper that grew louder with each passing moment. He took a deep breath, his chest tight with anticipation.

“What did you just say?” Louis’ voice was soft as if he was afraid to shatter the delicate moment between them.

“Move in with me, Lou. I want us to wake up to this view every morning, to cook together in this kitchen, or more like I cook - you watch, to fall asleep in each other’s arms every night. I want to build a life here, with you. Why shouldn’t we?” Harry’s voice was earnest, his eyes shimmering with hope.

“You’re serious? No joking, no pulling back, no gotcha, right?”

“I’ve never been more serious, Lou. I want this to be our home. This place feels right with you here, and without you, it’s just a pretty flat by the sea. With you, it’s a home.” Harry’s voice was steady, the words coming from a place deep within his soul.

Louis’ eyes searched Harry’s, the question hanging between them like a delicate thread. The quiet of the evening seemed to hold its breath, waiting for his response. For a moment, Harry feared he had overstepped, that his confession was too much too soon. But then, Louis’ face broke into a wide smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Fuck yes, let’s do it. We both know I’ll be here more times than not either way. Let’s make this our home." Louis’ eyes flickered between Harry’s eyes and lips. Then he surged forward and captured them in a possessive kiss that made Harry melt into his arms. Outside the sounds of the sea and the seagulls in the sky sounded the same like every other day Harry had spent here, but inside of him everything had changed. This was a new beginning, in more ways than one.

"Yes?" Harry couldn’t believe Louis had agreed. Again a tear slipped down his cheek, one of pure joy. "Oh my god, you want that? You don’t think I’m crazy?"

"Well, I do think it’s a little crazy." Louis chuckled. "But who cares, right? I love you and I want to be with you. So let’s live here until we can call that cute little cottage ours. What do you say?" Now Louis’ eyes were hopeful as his hand cradled Harry’s face.

I love you so much, Louis Tomlinson.

Placing his hand over Louis’ he looked into his captivating blue eyes that reminded him of the sea they both loved so much. "I’d say, I can’t wait to pack some boxes again with you," Harry answered and watched as this time Louis’ eyes began to water and his lips curved into a wide smile. “Lou, I love you so much.”

But their moment of pure bliss was interrupted by a sudden crash against the balcony door. Startled, they both jolted in their seats. Clifford was standing there, his tail wagging, his eyes wide and eager. He had apparently decided that the balcony was the place to be, and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

"Looks like someone’s eager to join the party," Harry said, chuckling as he gently wiped his cheek with the back of his hand.

Louis let out a laugh that was a mix of surprise and affection. "Cliffy, you know how to make an entrance," he murmured, standing up to let the dog in.

Clifford barrelled through the door, his nails clicking against the wooden floor as he made a beeline for Harry.

"Cliffy, what got into you," Harry laughed, his voice filled with love as he set the guitar aside to make room for the overly excited dog. Clifford's tail wagged harder, his eyes gleaming with joy as he jumped up, placing his paws on Harry's thighs and trying to lick his face.

“I assume he wants to hear that we move in as much as I do…” Louis smirked, watching Harry try to fend off the affectionate dog with his usual grace - which was to say, not much at all.

“Cliff, not in the face, please...” With a laugh, Harry grabbed Clifford’s paws and gently lowered him to the floor, giving him a proper scratch behind the ears. The dog’s tail wagged with excitement, and Harry couldn’t help but feel his own excitement mirroring his new four-legged flatmate.

“When can we get your stuff?” Harry looked at Louis, the pure love in his eyes unmistakable. He couldn’t believe they were actually doing this.

Having Louis move in with him was more than he could have ever hoped for. Little did he know about the tickets to see Taylor in Wembley next year that were waiting for him in the last drawer of the cupboard, right under Louis’ socks and next to the wonderful dark green velvet ring box.

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