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THREE MONTHS LATER
The air was stuffy and warm the moment they exited the airport, almost as if they were smacked in the face with a hot towel as soon as the doors opened. It was a nice change coming from the cold weather in London to the warm Bahamas winter, if you could even call it that. Technically it was winter because of the time of year, but it felt like summer. It was refreshing.
It was their first time flying since they’d been back home in London. After a couple months of therapy and a lot of mindfulness exercises, Harry was able to convince himself that he would be okay to fly again. He really wanted to go on this trip, and he knew he would be okay once they were in the air, but he was still anxious, understandably so. Thankfully the flight was smooth, and now it was time for them to get on with their holiday.
A black Suburban was awaiting their arrival, taxiing Louis and Harry to their seaside luxury resort on Paradise Island. The driver stopped in front of the resort, helping them with their bags before they entered the large automatic glass doors to the lobby.
Pristine white drapes adorned the walls, cerulean accents and crystal light fixtures filled the lobby. Their suitcase wheels clicked over the white marble tiles as they made their way to the check-in desk and over to the lift, which took them to their suite on the twenty eighth floor.
Their luggage was abandoned in the middle of the room as they walked around to admire the view of the Atlantic from the large window and check out the amenities of their home for the next week.
“We have to fuck out on the balcony before we leave this place. It’s not a want, it’s a need.” Harry turned to Louis, who gave him a slow nod, his Adam’s Apple visibly bobbing as he swallowed a gulp.
His hand fell between Harry’s shoulder blades as he caressed his back, “Yes, baby. Whatever you want. Or, need.”
Standing on his tippy toes, he pressed a quick kiss against Harry’s lips and made his way over to the bed, plopping down and starfishing in the middle of it.
“What time is it? How much time do we have before the lads get in?” He asked, his eyes closed as he rid himself of his jeans and threw them onto the floor.
Retrieving his phone from his pocket, Harry pressed the button on the right side to illuminate the screen. “They should be here in about forty-five minutes. Oh, I have a text from Li, he says they’ve landed and are on the way to the resort now.”
A raspy grumble fell from Louis’ lips, “That’s not enough time.” He whined, followed by air puffing out of his mouth.
A silent laugh made Harry’s chest vibrate as he stepped toward the bed. “Enough time for what? I thought you were excited to see them?” The bed sank down under him as he sat down, Louis’ left arm and leg dipping down along with the mattress he was sprawled out on.
“I do, but I was hoping we’d have time to shower and fool around before we meet them for dinner.”
A large warm hand covered Louis’ chest, softly rubbing back and forth. “Well, now I want to shower and fool around, so get up.” He grabbed Louis’ hands with his own and lifted his dead weight off of the bed, nearly dragging him to the shower.
“We can save time by doing it in the shower. I’ll grab the lube and meet you back here.” Harry turned on the shower water and left Louis in the bathroom while he went to rummage through his bag for the lube. A trail of discarded clothing followed him from his suitcase to the bathroom, nearly stumbling as he stripped off his final sock in front of the shower. He handed the bottle of lube to Louis, who placed it on a shelf in the shower while Harry reached for two towels before stepping in to join him.
*
“Fuck, I told you it wouldn’t be enough time! Now we’re late!” Louis jumped up as he tugged his tight jeans over his arse, zipping and buttoning them as he threw on a red Fred Perry polo shirt as quickly as possible.
“C’mon, love. We gotta go!” He grabbed the keycard for their room and tucked it into his back pocket, looking over as Harry emerged from the bathroom wearing jeans so tight they looked painted on, paired with a black sheer top with red flowers.
They walked across the resort as fast as they could without it turning into a jog, finally stepping into the restaurant fifteen minutes late.
The lads were already seated when they got there, saying hellos and giving hugs and kisses as they greeted everyone. Shawn and Niall had flown in that morning from Los Angeles, while Louis and Harry got there in the afternoon from London, and Liam and Zayn had just arrived from their flight from Michigan.
As they sat down to join the other guys at the table, Louis let out a sigh as he swiped away beads of sweat from his forehead with his wrist.
“What took so long? You alright?” Niall asked, looking back and forth between Louis and Harry.
“I lost my trousers,” “Just a bit of banter,” They said simultaneously, Harry looking down to check the zipper on his jeans while Louis ran his fingers through his hair.
Eight knowing eyes stared back at them with four smirks to match.
“You were late because you were fuckin’? See, babe, I told you we should’ve just done it. They were late, too!” Zayn patted Liam’s bicep as he looked up at his husband sadly.
Liam’s cheeks pinkened as he smiled, “I’ll make it up to you when we get back, okay?” His lips puckered as Zayn’s pressed against them before they turned back to their menus.
“Deal.”
The lads had a nice meal followed by several drinks before they found themselves in the club on the top floor of the resort. Zayn and Liam were drunkenly snogging in a corner booth, not a care in the world as Zayn’s hips swiveled over Liam’s lap while he straddled him. Shawn and Niall were seated in barstools chatting with a random dad as they watched golf on the big screen behind the bar, and Harry and Louis were flailing around wildly on the dance floor.
As Louis’ front was pressed against Harry’s back, he was glad that they’d taken the few extra minutes to have sex before dinner, otherwise he’s sure he would’ve gotten hard right there on the dance floor like a teenager. “Love, I think we need to get Li and Z back to their room. They’re gonna end up fucking right there if someone doesn’t stop them.”
Curls brushed against Louis’ nose as Harry’s head turned to look at Liam and Zayn, who were now horizontal with their hands under each others’ clothes in their booth. Harry stopped dancing and stood to his full height, taking Louis by the hand as they walked toward Ziam. “Oh shit, yeah. They’re gonna get kicked out if someone sees this.”
“I don’t know why, it’s kinda hot. They should start charging extra to watch this.” Louis joked.
Adjusting himself in his jeans as they walked over, and not disagreeing with his boyfriend, Harry stepped up at the edge of the table and cleared his throat.
Nothing. They probably couldn’t hear him over the music, to be fair.
“Uh, we’re going now.” He said, in his natural low slow drawl.
They kept going at it. Harry palmed at himself through his jeans and looked over at Louis for some assistance.
“Hey lads, you can’t fuck here. Let’s take it back to the room.” Louis stepped up and patted Zayn on the back, cupping his hand around his shoulder and waiting for him to separate from Liam. He reluctantly pulled away, their lips making a smacking sound as they separated, their chests rising and falling rapidly with each heavy breath, their lips swollen and shiny.
“Up we go. Come on.” Louis helped Zayn dismount from Liam’s lap, holding his arm while he steadied himself on his feet, lips red and swollen from snogging for so long, his hand moving to cover his very obvious boner.
“Baby, will you go tell Shawn and Niall that we’re leaving? Tell them that we’ll see them tomorrow.” Harry nodded, stepping toward the bar as Louis helped Liam up from where he was lying on the padded seat next to the table.
“What’s your room number, guys?” Louis asked, walking with them toward the exit and stopping to wait for Harry before leaving.
Liam rubbed his forehead before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a key card. “I…I don’t remember it. I think it was on the twenty fifth floor? What was it babe, 2508?” He looked over at Zayn, who shrugged and slung his arm around his shoulders.
The four of them found their way to the lift, pushing the down arrow and getting off at the twenty fifth floor. Louis and Harry stayed a few paces behind, watching as Liam and Zayn stumbled around aimlessly, taking breaks to push each other up against the walls to make out along the way.
After ten minutes of wandering through the halls, they finally found their room, after inserting the key into the doors of three adjacent rooms until one of them finally opened.
“See, I knew it was 2504!” Liam said, looking over his shoulder as he pushed the door open.
“You did not! You said 2508. Or 2506. I don’t remember now but I remember enough to know that you were wrong.” Zayn took a step through the doorway as he and Liam continued bickering, the door clicking closed behind them.
“Well I guess they got home safely. We did our job.” Louis took Harry by the hand and walked him back toward the lift. “You want to go to our room or back to the club? Or I think there’s a casino on the ground floor?”
“Our room, I’m tired. It’s like five in the morning in London.” Harry spread his legs apart to make himself shorter as he leaned his back against the wall in the lift and rested his head on Louis’ shoulder, pressing the ‘28’ button and watching the doors close.
*
A warm orange morning glow kissed Louis’ cheekbones, projecting shadows from his eyelashes against his soft golden skin. Harry’s arms stretched over his head, his back crackling as he slowly woke in the fluffy cloud that was their resort’s bed. Pressing a soft kiss against Louis’ shoulder blade, he rolled over and stepped away quietly to take a shower.
About an hour later, a freshly showered Louis joined a very naked Harry on the balcony, who was doing nothing to cover himself save for the book that he’d set down on his lap when he heard Louis open the door behind him.
“Good morning, darling.” Louis leaned over the lounger to give Harry their usual three kisses, one hand holding the towel that was tucked around his waist.
“Morning baby. How’d you sleep, well?” Harry’s lips were plump and pink, pressed together into a soft smile as he looked over at his boyfriend, his eyes trailing down his smooth golden skin, still wet from his shower, and up to his feathery hair being blown by the sea breeze.
The lounger beside Harry creaked as Louis sat down, crossing his ankles and placing his arms behind his head as he leaned back. “Yeah, pretty good. I think I fell asleep the second I laid down. That bed is dreamy.”
“It really was. I was gonna wake you up with a blowie, but you looked too comfortable, so I didn’t.”
Louis’ head snapped over to his right, his jaw dropping as he let out a whine. “I missed out on morning head? I’ve told you, always wake me up with morning head whenever you feel like it. I don’t care how comfortable I look, I promise I’ll be even more comfortable with my dick in your mouth.”
Air puffed out of Harry’s nostrils as he laughed. “Sorry, I’ll make it up to you though, I promise.”
“You’re forgiven. Make it up to me, how? With…” Louis looked down at himself, covered in only a towel and sitting in the fresh air with the warm morning sun shining down on him. “Balcony head?” A tight-lipped smile stretched across his face, a hopeful eyebrow raise to accompany it as he glanced back at Harry, who’d already set his book aside and was sliding off of his own lounger.
Louis’ arm stretched out behind him, watching as Harry slipped through the door back into their room. “Wait, where are you going?”
Harry’s voice echoed in the distance as he responded with his head inside the shower. “Getting lube.”
Ooh. More than balcony head, Louis thought as he untucked the towel from around his hips and waited for Harry to return.
Ten seconds later, Harry was back. He tossed the bottle of lube beside Louis and climbed between his legs from the foot of the lounger, Louis uncrossing his legs on instinct. Gentle kisses trailed up Louis’ legs from his ankles to his knees, Harry’s hands sliding up his thighs under the towel as he worked his way up.
Louis’ arms were crossed behind his head as he sat back and watched, getting hard under the towel as Harry inched closer to his crotch.
The towel fell open, Harry’s hands clenched around Louis’ hips as he nudged Louis’ legs apart with his chin and pressed kisses up his inner thighs, wasting no time once his lips found their way to his shaft. He sucked open-mouthed kisses all the way up his length before wrapping his lips around the head and taking him all the way down in one motion. His tongue flattened as he bobbed his head, supporting his weight with one hand on the lounger and the other hand sliding down to massage his balls.
His lips suctioned around Louis, cheeks hollow as his emerald eyes looked up through his eyelashes, clumped together from tears. His tongue swirled around him before he popped off, licked his lips, and went back for more.
Louis’ hips thrusted up from below him, Harry stilling and covering his teeth with his lips and tongue as Louis fucked into his mouth. He lowered his head a bit, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of his throat for a few beats before pulling back again to take back some of the control.
His large hands clenched around Louis’s hips, holding him in place as his head bobbed up and down over him. Pulling off to readjust, he took a deep breath as his hand worked over Louis’ length for a moment.
Opening wide and diving back down again, he took him as deep as he could, the soft flesh pressing against his throat as his head swirled from side to side and popped back off, a string of saliva stretching from his cock to his bottom lip.
Harry reached for the bottle of lube, slicking up two of his fingers while lying between Louis’ legs on top of the lounger. Louis bent his knees, his legs falling open as he waited, only to be surprised by Harry’s hand finding its way to his own hole, and not Louis’.
Harry got on all fours and turned around, his arse facing Louis as he slipped his fingers inside. He turned his head back to watch Louis’ reaction as his mouth fell open.
Oh fuck. Louis had seen Harry finger himself in his videos, but never in person. They had always prepped each other, or done so privately beforehand, so he assumed Harry wanted to top until he brought his fingers back between his own legs.
Louis’ hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking over it as he watched Harry rotate his hips over his own fingers, his eyes looking right into Louis’, soul to soul. He angled his hips back as he pressed down farther onto his digits, pumping and rotating his wrist before finally removing his fingers.
Wiping his fingers off with the towel, he spun around and crawled up the lounger and hovered over Louis, leaning forward to connect their lips as his arse sank down onto his cock. His hips rolled and bounced over Louis, his head tipping back as a moan fell from his lips. With one hand on Louis’ chest and the other hand on his own arse cheek, his hips swirled over top of Louis, skin slapping against skin as the waves rippled in the sea behind them.
Harry’s body stilled as he adjusted his position, staying seated as he moved his arms behind himself and raised his knees into the air for Louis to thrust up into him from below.
After a while, Harry tapped on Louis’ leg, signaling for him to stop as he pulled off and stood up, holding his arm out to help Louis to his feet. Harry took Louis’ spot on the lounger and leaned back, inching his arse off of the padded seat as he waited for Louis to reposition himself. Louis knelt down and draped Harry’s legs over his shoulders before he leaned forward, lined up, and pushed back in.
He steadied himself with one arm on the base of the lounger as he hovered over Harry, leaning forward to dip his tongue into his mouth as he bottomed out. Their lips bumped together as his speed picked up, their heavy breaths mingling between them as they grunted with every thrust.
As Harry felt himself getting close, he reached for one of Louis’ hands and brought it to his neck, making eye contact with him as he nodded. Louis got the hint, pumping in and out of him as his hand loosely wrapped around the front of Harry’s neck, being careful not to press against his windpipe. His fingers slowly tightened around the sides of his neck, just under his jawline, Louis looking down into his eyes as Harry’s vision started closing in.
Louis shifted his hips to aim right for his prostate, slamming in and out of him while bringing his other hand between them to stroke over Harry’s cock.
Harry’s ears began to buzz, his eyes watering as he blinked away tears, black spots starting to obstruct his vision. His breaths got heavier, panting underneath Louis and just laying there taking it all in. Louis was pounding against his prostate with every thrust, his fingers squeezing just a touch tighter, and with three quick firm strokes, he had Harry spurting all over his own stomach and chest.
As soon as he removed his fingers from his neck, Harry gasped, filling his lungs with the oxygen they’d been deprived of for the last minute, his eyes rolling back as he caught his breath. Louis’ hips slammed against Harry’s arse and stilled as he spilled inside him, a low raspy groan rumbling from his lips, his eyes closing and head hanging low.
“Fucking hell.” He breathed heavily over Harry as he slowly pulled out, collapsing halfway on top of him.
“That was amazing. It was the perfect amount of pressure, and the timing was-“ Harry pinched his fingers together and kissed them, followed by an invisible finger explosion in the air. His lips puckered as he tilted his head to give Louis a kiss.
They got cleaned up, rinsing off in the shower together before getting ready to meet the lads for brunch and mini golf.
Harry stood in front of the large mirror in the bathroom with a pink toothbrush hanging out of his mouth as he twirled his curls around his fingers and opened his claw clip with his other hand to hold the hair in place. He finished brushing his teeth and got dressed, slipping into beige linen shorts that went down to his mid-thigh and a flowy white button down shirt.
Louis was surprisingly ready before him, sitting on the edge of the bed scrolling through his phone in a black tee paired with olive green basketball shorts. He grabbed his wallet, room key, and sunglasses and they headed out the door.
*
Harry and Louis were the second couple to arrive, just a few minutes behind Shawn and Niall. It was no surprise to anybody that the Leo and Virgo duo arrived early, claiming a table for the group while they waited.
A few minutes after they were seated, Liam and Zayn showed up, sipping at the drinks that Louis had ordered for them.
They chatted over brunch and finished off their mimosas before heading outside to take the resort’s shuttle to the mini golf course. It was only a five minute drive, but would’ve taken them much longer if they had walked.
The group of six walked up to the hut that contained the putters and golf balls, each of them getting a different coloured ball so they would be able to tell them apart once they started playing. Niall led the way to the first hole, his shoes crunching on the fake grass as he positioned himself next to his purple ball and lightly struck it with his putter.
The other five guys watched as his ball rolled effortlessly across the wooden bridge leading into the castle, through the trap door just as it opened, and then magically appeared on a lower level to their right, rolling into the hole on his first try.
Niall walked around to get to the hole, bending over and retrieving his ball as the others had their turn. Shawn did well, making it in two tries. It took Liam and Zayn both three attempts, and Harry got a hole-in-one, just like Niall.
Louis was the last one to go, pulling his putter back and smacking the ball so hard that it bounced off of the castle and right back at him. He ducked to avoid being hit by the flying blue projectile, and then chased it down so that he could try again. He tapped it a bit lighter, but this time it was too light, the ball only rolling about six feet before stopping.
He followed it, tapping it again. And again. And then once more, finally making it across the bridge and through the trap door, and then it finally rolled into the hole at the bottom where the others were waiting.
Niall put his hand on Harry’s shoulder, “I’m sorry, mate.” He said, his lips pinching together.
Harry turned to look at him, his brow furrowed as he squinted in the sun. “What, how come?”
Niall cracked a smile, breaking character before he even got his joke out. “I didn’t know Lou was so bad at handling balls.”
“Heyyy!” Harry whined, just as Louis walked up and stood in front of him.
“I’m just not used to them being this small. I’ve never golfed before.” He held up the blue ball, pinched between his fingers in front of his face with one hand, his other hand reaching behind him discreetly as he backed into Harry. “But I can handle balls perfectly fine, thank you Neil.” His hand cupped around Harry’s bulge, Harry gulping behind him as the others moved on to the second hole.
“You sure can.” Harry agreed, his eyebrows raising suggestively, before Niall rolled his eyes and turned around, walking toward the next hole.
Louis’ hand loosened and he followed the other four guys, Harry grabbing Louis’ putter and taking a few wide steps to catch up.
They finished off twelve holes of mini golf, Niall winning by one stroke and Harry coming in second. The others didn’t care about keeping score, they just wanted to have fun. The shuttle came ten minutes after they’d finished, taking them back to the resort before the couples split off, going back to their own rooms to recharge and change into appropriate beach attire before they’d meet back up a few hours later.
*
Clothes were littered all over the bed and floor as Louis rifled through his suitcase, tossing things aside left and right. “The fuck are my fucking swim trunks…” he muttered under his breath as he moved more clothes aside.
Quiet footsteps snuck up behind him, bare feet over the carpet barely making a sound. “Baby, what are you doing?”
Louis startled, turning around to see that it was just Harry as his hand flew to his chest. He calmed down instantly, taking a breath before responding. “I can’t find my swim trunks.”
Harry smiled, his dimple popping as he looked at his boyfriend lovingly. “You mean the swim trunks that I set on the bed before we left and reminded you not to forget like seven times? Those ones?”
Louis’ eyes narrowed as he glared back, “Maybe.”
Spinning around on one foot, Harry walked toward the cupboard and pulled out his suitcase, plopping it down onto the floor and crouching down to unzip it. Without saying a word, he moved four neatly folded items off to the side and pulled out a pair of red swim trunks. He stood up, turned around, and tossed them at Louis, the shorts hitting him in the chest as Harry gave him the ‘I told you so’ look.
Turning back to his bag, he knelt down and grabbed his own swim shorts before zipping it up and putting it away again. He heard a quiet “Thanks, love” from behind him as he pulled his linen shorts down and stepped into his swim trunks, pulling them over his hips and tying them in the front.
“Ready?” Louis said, his hand squeezing around Harry’s bum on the way to the door.
“Yep.”
The beach was just out the back door of the ground floor, blue umbrellas stretched out along the sand to provide shade with a concierge service to offer drinks and snacks while they relaxed. The guys found three adjacent umbrellas, each with two beach loungers spread out under them, one for each couple.
“Fuck, Liam, are you okay?” Harry put his hand on Liam’s shoulder, spinning him around to get a better look at his back. Bright red scratches travelled down both sides of his ribs. Harry’s eyes fell with concern as he looked him over. “What- oh.” He looked up at Zayn, who was proudly smirking a few feet away, and then back at Liam, whose cheeks were flaming red, and not from the sun. His lips were pressed together and he avoided making eye contact as Harry looked back over at Zayn and just said, “Nice!”
At the surfboard rental hut, Liam and Louis got changed into wetsuits and grabbed their boards, heading toward the waves while the other guys pretended to be straight for a bit while they threw around an American football on the beach, and fooling absolutely nobody.
They were terrible.
Niall threw the ball to Harry, who jumped to catch it as it flew right between his hands, forcing him to turn around and chase it so that he could then throw it over to Shawn, whose hands it bounced off of several times before falling into the sand. Shawn threw the ball to Zayn, who surprisingly caught it, and then spiked it into the sand to celebrate before they all ran together for a very gay, half naked group hug.
Shortly after, they retired to their lounge chairs where they’d order cocktail after cocktail, sitting out enjoying the warm sun and beautiful view until the sun started to set.
Liam and Louis had returned from surfing after about an hour, turning in their boards and joining the guys under their umbrellas. Louis, being the sap that he is, pushed his lounger up so that it was right next to Harry’s, never wanting to be out of an arm’s reach from him. He reached out, resting his hand on the tiger tattoo on Harry’s thigh, and leaned back as they watched the sun go down.
*
The rest of their week was spent hanging out with the guys at least once a day, since they’d all met in the Bahamas to spend their holiday together, but they also made time to be alone as well, valuing their time alone as a couple. They’d met the group for at least one meal per day, and usually found time to do one group activity before splitting off into couples, or even going out alone for a few hours.
One day they went parasailing and Niall ended up with motion sickness and missed half of it since his head was between his legs most of the time. The others had a blast though, and had agreed that it was their favourite activity thus far.
The day after that, they went snorkeling, taking a glass-bottom boat out to a little island nearby where they were able to see clear to the bottom of the ocean. Harry and Shawn loved snorkeling, coining themselves the water babies of the group, so they were content just swimming around in the water with their best mates.
Another day they all met up in Louis and Harry’s suite and ordered room service for dinner. They passed the time by playing drinking games, card games, and card games that turned into drinking games as a fun night in. Shawn was happy because he had finally gotten to see Louis’ naked arse, since he lost at strip poker. Every time Niall and Shawn had met up with Harry and Louis back in London, Louis’ arse had always been brought into the conversation at one point or another, so he was happy he finally got to see it.
For the final night of their trip, Louis had made reservations at the nicest restaurant at the resort for all six of them. Since they’d discussed doing a formal night in their group chat when they were planning their trip, Louis made sure they’d get to use the outfits they had packed. They all showed up dressed in their nicest clothes, had a nice dinner, and only received rude looks from two other tables since they were being quite loud and were often discussing things that were probably inappropriate to talk about in public.
Bursts of pink and orange glowed through the small windows of the white French doors into the restaurant, giving the room a warm ambiance. The guys exited through the door that Louis had held open for them, leading out to a beautiful garden area with a view of the beach between the palm trees. Their shoes piled up at the edge of the sandy beach floor before they walked barefoot to three bamboo benches that sat in a semicircle. Once they were seated, a concierge brought them cocktails and left them to watch the sunset from their own little private nook tucked away at the edge of the ocean.
Just as the sun met the horizon and there was only a sliver of light left of the day, Louis placed his cocktail glass down and buried his hand in his pocket as he leaned over to give Harry a kiss. Once he had Harry’s attention, he dropped down, balancing on one knee in the sand, as he took Harry’s hand into his own. Their eyes locked for a few beats with only the sounds of the ocean waves and seagulls behind them, the other two couples staying completely silent as they sat nearby.
“Harry. Love. Darling. I…” Louis looked around at the other two couples, taking a deep breath in before continuing.
“I don’t know if we would have ever met, or even if we’d be alive if Niall hadn’t pulled me out from beneath the wreckage that day.” Harry’s eyes were filling with tears as Louis started to sniffle, but he steadied his breaths to power through.
“And with Li and Z, I don’t even know if we would have made it out of the forest if it wasn’t for them. These three guys are such an important part of our story. Without them, we may not even be here, and I felt like something would be missing if they weren’t here to witness as we start our next chapter together. I mean, hopefully, if you…”
He lifted his right hand up, a platinum band pinched between his fingers as he looked up through his eyelashes at his boyfriend, their free hands squeezing each other tightly.
“Harry, before we made things official, you told me that if I wanted to spend time with you, I’d have to claim you before somebody else did, so that’s what I’d like to do right now. Stake my claim. I’d like to claim you for the days and the nights and the weekends and the years to come for the rest of our lives. If you’ll let me. I’d love it if you would agree to be my husband someday. Baby, will you marry me?”
Harry’s curls were flopping around before Louis even finished asking the question. His head nodded uncontrollably, his lips stretched into a wide smile and the barely-there sun created shadows in his dimples as he leaned in to connect their lips. “Yes.” His lips pressed firmly against Louis’ as he spoke. “Yes, I’d love to be your husband.”
Louis’ lips tightened as he smiled into their kisses, soaking in the moment before the other four guys were surrounding them in a group hug and congratulating them. They stood nearby as Louis slid the ring onto Harry’s finger before standing up and placing both hands on Harry’s cheeks, wiping the tears away before sharing more kisses. “Love you.”
“Love you the most.” Harry pulled back just enough to look at the four men surrounding them.
“Next gay family holiday suggestion: Tomlinson-Styles destination wedding?”