Sequel to No Fear,
Everything's going perfectly for Harry and Louis. They graduated school with flying colours, the wedding is beautiful and all they could have wished for. But then came the honeymoon, and the impossible happened. Now the two have t...
"Okay, thank you." Harry hung up on the taxi service and slid his phone back into his pocket. "They'll be here in 10," Louis lent forward onto his knees and raised an arm up to Harry so he could pull him up. "Are you sure you can stand?" "Harry, it's been like 20 minutes, I'm fine I promise." "B-But you said that before." He mumbled before pulling Louis up from the ground.
Louis wiped his back free from dirt and then sighed, still feeling a bit dizzy but not letting Harry know. The two made it back down the slope slowly and carefully, Harrys full attention on Louis as he wobbled down.
They got to level ground and Louis felt safer, the dizziness disappearing quickly. As they were half way across the car park, the taxi drove through and met the boys. Yet another different driver was looking over his shoulder as they got in. Not Hispanic, very American with a bright, wide smile.
"Where to?" Harry gave him the directions to find their house and he pulled out of the car park. Louis was gazing out of the window with his forehead pressed against the glass, his slow breath fogging it up. Harry stretched across, his large palm rested on his thigh and he turned and smiled, reassuring him.
"You okay?" He whispered, Louis nodded. "Just tired." After around 15 minutes of a different root, the house was spotted and the driver left the two at the bottom of the slope. Harry flung an arm around Louis' waist and helped him up the hill.
They got to the top and Louis retrieved the keys from his back pocket, he tried 5 times to line it up with the lock but failed each attempt. He turned and handed them to Harry, moving out of the way. The door opened finally and Louis went in first, taking his shoes off. "I'm going to go and take a nap in the spare room." He rubbed his eyes and hugged Harry.
"Okay baby, take as long as you need, I'll make tea when you're up." Louis nodded and walked away, down the corridor and into the tidy, extra room. It was stuffy so he opened a window letting a breeze in.
He dragged the thin curtains shut and untucked the sheets before stripping down to just his underwear, climbing in and snuggling into the duvet.
In seconds he was out and snoring peacefully.
***
"¡eres estúpido! ¿Cómo arruinas una habitación así? ¡tendrás que pagar!" A lady screamed from what sounded like their bedroom. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're sayin-" "¡estúpido!...-idiotas! ¡¿cómo?!" "Ermm, I'm sorry- erm, lo siento, I'm sorry."
Louis opened an eyelid and lazily blew his fringe out of his face, sitting up steadily. "I will pay, how much do you want?" He stood up and instantly sat back down, the dizziness coming back momentarily. Louis took a second but then lent down and collected his pants and tried again, this time keeping his balance.
The floorboards croaked under his feet as he made his way to the door and opened it, noticing Harry in the doorframe of the room at the bottom of the hall. "Harry?" Louis whispered, the taller turned with red cheeks and a frustrated look on his face, it instantly melted when he found him closing the door to the spare room and making his way over without a tshirt on.
"What's happening?" The cleaner was a short, Spanish women with bright red lipstick and a black blouse. She was muttering to herself, trying to fix every inch of the destroyed room. "She doesn't speak English and..." she span around and gave Louis an evil look, coming towards him and throwing her arms up.
"¡el otro! ¿Puedes explicar mejor que este chico?" Louis stepped back and hid behind Harry sheepishly. "Just use your phone!" He ordered him, he took it from his back pocket and typed into google translate what he wanted to say to her.
'We are very sorry, it is our honeymoon and everything got a bit out of hand, we will pay extra, we apologise.' Louis agreed at what Harry typed out and then switched it to her language.
'Lo sentimos mucho, es nuestra luna de miel y todo se nos fue de las manos, pagaremos más, nos disculpamos.' Harry pressed the translate and a robotic mans voice spoke up from the phone. The cleaner paused and listened, she rolled her eyes and then tapped the boys on the shoulders before smiling, shaking her head.
Harry handed her the phone and she typed in her answer to the boys apology.
'Está bien chicos, por favor trata de mantenerlo ordenado para el resto de tus vacaciones, disfruta. te veré la próxima semana'
Then the same voice echoed out of the small speakers, "it's okay boys, please just try to keep it tidy for the rest of your holiday, enjoy. I'll see you next week." She straightened the edge of the bedsheets and then left the room, Louis and Harry gobsmacked at the sudden change of mood.
The lady retreated to the living room and collected her belongings before disappearing out of the house and to the mini van parked outside.
"I told you they would be mad." Harry smirked as Louis burst into giggles and hid his blush.
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