I felt reborn when I was finally able to stand again after the miserably long drive.
We had already clarified on the trip who moved into which room in the holiday home, although the division of people was already clear from the start.
Exhausted, we dragged the suitcases up to our room, where Harry threw himself directly onto the double bed that was not even made. I looked at him with a grin for a moment and closed the door behind us, then I put what I was holding in my hand down on the floor, went to the window, looked out and found that everything was as it always was. -We have been going there once a year for ages.
When I turned my gaze back to my boyfriend, he was still on the bed, arms and legs stretched out from his body like a starfish.
Without thinking much further, I threw myself on the double bed with him, put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him slightly, deeper into the mattress. Meanwhile, I leaned over him and put my lips on his. Harry was only too happy to return the kiss and didn't even try to break free of my grip and take over the dominance.
Since Harry showed neither dislike nor resistance, I slowly began to kiss his neck gently, from under the ear, down to the collarbone. The taller one twitched slightly as I sucked carefully on a sensitive part of his skin. His breathing quickened a little and I loosened my grip on his shoulders to put a hand on his cheek instead.
We had never done that before. It was kind of exciting because we both knew exactly what was going happen. For me it would be the first time with a guy, for him the first time ever. Something new for both of us. Something special. Something big.
His hands went under my t-shirt, briefly on my back and then wandered up a little. Just as I was starting to toy with the hem of his shirt, there was a knock on the door.
Startled we broke away from each other.
Meanwhile grinning, I ran first myself, and then Harry quickly through the completely dishevelled hair, while he tried hard to normalize his breathing again. Then I brought some distance between us, before I called a "yes" in the direction of the door.
My youngest sister Félicité walked into the room, straight towards us. "Are you coming? We want to go out to eat"
She gave us her sweetest smile and plopped her little body on the mattress. Harry and I gave each other a knowing look and, as if we had agreed beforehand, we started tickling the nine-year-old girl at the same time.
Her heartfelt laugh filled the whole room and once again I saw what a great father Harry would make. He was so good with children.
When we finally decided that it was enough because we had to fear that the child couldn't breathe from laughing, we got up from bed. Félicité had remained lying down and stretched her arms up to make us understand that she wanted to be carried.
I groaned in agony. "You're not four anymore, handsome. I can't just carry you anymore."
Harry laughed out loud and took pity on the little girl. Carefully he lifted her up on his arm.
"Your brother just isn't that resilient, darling." He bit his lower lip, giggling, as I showed him my middle finger, invisible to my baby sister.
"Man, there you are, we're starving to death." Lottie complained as we came down the stairs into the hallway where everyone else had already put on their shoes.
Mark took the child from Harry so that he could get dressed in peace and opened the door once so that the crowd of people broke up.
Five minutes later we walked together in the direction of the town centre. Our holiday home was in a small village. There were only two bakers here, a fruit shop, which was only open two days a week, and a restaurant.
"Mason and I will be going into town later, if that's okay. There's a festival there." Lottie told while she skilfully rolled her spaghetti on the fork.
"Of course, just go. What about you, Harry, Lou? Do you want to go with them?" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lottie's pleading look, so I shook my head resolutely.
"We wanted to go to the beach. Maybe swim, we'll see, depending on how warm the water is." I told them and heard a quiet, thankful exhalation from my sister.
"Good, you two do that. Féli and I will watch a movie together. And Harry, Louis, watch out, will you? Don't swim too far out and please be back home before eleven o'clock." That finished planning the evening and Mark took a hearty bite from his Bruschetta.
We were just back from dinner and I came into our room to at least make the bed before we did anything when my cell phone lit up.
You are the best.
Lottie had written.
I know sister. You can do me a favour tomorrow as a thank you.
Grinning, I closed the chat and turned to Harry, who had just walked in and put his big hands on my shoulders from behind. He gently pressed a kiss on my cheek and asked if he could help me, which I answered with a nod. After all, that would make it faster for us to get to the beach.
I couldn't imagine anything better than watching the sunset together with my curly-haired.
Before we left the room, I grabbed his wrist for a moment. Just to give him an amorous smile. I wanted to let him know without words or a touch of his lips how grateful I was to him for everything. How incredibly big my love for him was. He seemed to understand and imitated my facial expressions.
Soon we arrived at a secluded, deserted area of the beach and spread our towels next to each other in the fine white sand, before we ran into the cool water hand in hand.
While Harry was coyly to come further in, I was already up to my stomach in the sea.
I grabbed my boyfriend by the hips to pulled him further into the water and thus closer to me, briefly put my lips on his, if only as a distraction, in order to grab him by the shoulders and in the next moment pushing him backwards, completely into the water.
He reappeared with a snort.
"I hate you, Louis William."
"You are such a bad liar Harry Edward."
Laughing, he approached me to push me into the waves too, which eventually resulted in a little tussle. Again and again one of us was briefly submerged under water until we finally swam back to the bank, frozen and also a little tired.
Shivering from the cold, we snuggled into our towels and sat down on the soft sand. The sun was already sinking on the horizon and bathed the sea in front of us in a reddish light.
Harry slowly moved a little closer to me and let his head drop on my shoulder. For the repeated time on this day. I pressed a quick peck on his temple, ran my hand through his hair and watched the sunset with a smile. He took my arm in his lap and drew gentle circles on the inside of my wrist with the tip of his finger. -At some point he found out that I especially liked it there.
I released my hand from his hair for a moment to take a cigarette out of my backpack. Harry didn't welcome my nicotine use, but he accepted it. He willingly lit my cigarette while I shielded the wind with my hands.
"Thank you, Babe."
"Babe is new."
"Don't you like it?"
He wrinkled his nose and giggled childishly. "Yes, Loubear, yes. It... sounds good."
I smirked stupidly when he pulled my hand back to him and continued to paint invisible circles. I had closed my eyes and dozed a little bit until he suddenly stopped out of nowhere.
"Hey!" I looked at him in protest and stubbed out the cigarette butt in the sand.
"What is this, Louis?" He asked in shock, rubbing his thumb over my forearm to see if I was playing a prank on him.
"Don't even try. It's permanent now." I saw him look at my new work in astonishment. The former straight line that I had pricked on the day we first met had become a somewhat artistic 'H'.
"What does it stand for?" His eyes were wide open.
"Hot wings. You know, my favourite food." Stupid questions got stupid answers. He looked at me like he was going to declare me absolutely nuts. He seemed to believe me. He believed everything I said to him.
"You idiot." I could hardly contain myself laughing. "This is for you Harry. My God, of course it is for you. So that I always carry you with me"
"Louis, that won't go away. You will take it with you to the grave."
"That is the plan."
He said nothing, but my whole world was in his glassy eyes. Unspoken words that didn't bother anyone at that moment, because there was nothing but us, the sound of the sea and a kiss in the twilight when he put his hand on my neck and leaned forward. His fingers still on his first letter on my forearm.
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Just in case anyone wants to say that the twins are the youngest...
That's right. But this is a Fanfiction and I decided not to involve them xD
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