It was a beatiful day. The sun was shining and it was really hot.
"Haz, what do you think about sailing away fro here with our yacht?" Louis asked
It was music to Harry's ears.
"Of course love, that's a long time ago that we've done that. I'm looking for my clothes and then we can go. Where do you want to sail to?" Harry asked
"To France." Louis replied.
"Oh, lovely, bonjour!" Harry replied
Louis chuckled at Harry's attempt to speak French.
"You will have to do something about your French darling." Louis said jokingly
Harry just smiled. A boat trip with his lovely boyfriend. What more does a man need to be happy? And the best thing was that they could sleep on their yacht as well. They even had a nice kitchen and a bathroom on it.
Harry went upstairs and took his clothes. Louis did the same. They also packed some food, so that they could cook a nice meal in the evening when they had docked.
"I have everything. Are you ready?" Louis asked. He was so impatient.
"Yes love, I'm ready as well." Harry replied.
"I drive!!!" Louis said happily.
"Okay love, okay, but slow and carefull okay? I don't want to land in the water with the car." Harry said.
"Oh come on Haz, you know me." Louis replied.
"Yes, and that's exactly why I say it." Harry responded playfully.
"Hey! That's not very nice! Really not!" Louis answered. He tried to sound angry but burst out in laughter.
"You're not a very good actor sweety." Harry said.
"I know. Come on, let's go. The last one in the car is a grandpa!" Louis yelled.
Harry and Louis ran to the car, and of course Louis arrived first.
"So... I guess I'm a grandpa now." Harry said, a little bit out of breath from the short run.
"Yes, you are! You are! Do you need a walking stick?" Louis joked.
"No... not a walking stick. My legs are doing just fine, thank you very much." Harry said jokingly.
Louis climbed into the driver's seat and drove to the port where their yacht was docked. He parked the car nicely between two trees.
They got out of the car and walked to their yacht. It was beautiful. Not too big, but not small either. They put all their stuff inside and made the bed. Louis took a map out of one of the drawers to check where they could dock for the night. It would be in Dover. They would sail to Dover today, which wasn't that far, only 3 hours from where they were now. And tomorrow they would continue their journey to France. Louis made the engine of the yacht start and gave in the course on the computer system of the boat. Louis was sitting in the captain's cabin. Harry was on the upper deck. Louis saw on the computer that there were no other ships near, so he could use the automatic pilot and leave the captain's cabin. He went to the upper deck and took Harry's hand.
"Isn't this romantic sweety?" Louis asked.
"Yes, very romantic." Harry replied.
But Harry wasn't actually feeling good. The sea was a bit wild and it made his stomach do some flip flops inside of his body. But he didn't want to ruin their day.
"Are you up for some food love?" Louis asked.
Only the thought of food made Harry nearly puke. But he just nodded. He couldn't say no, or Louis would know something was wrong.
"Yeah, I would love something. What did you bring?" Harry asked.
"Ravioli." Louis said.
"Oh, all right. Let's have some ravioli then." Harry replied. But he really didn't want food. The sea was getting wilder and he was getting more nauseous by the minute. Louis, on the other hand loved it when the sea was wild.
Louis was making some food and the smell of it did it to Harry. He couldn't help it, but he just had to throw up now.
"L...Lou... d... don't feel good." Harry mumbled and covered his mouth with his hands. Louis looked up and saw Harry turning as white as a sheet. Or..no, he actually looked a bit green...
"Oh, no, Haz... quick, to the bathroom." Louis said. Harry ran to the bathroom and Louis followed him. Harry started to throw up violently. Louis put a hand on his back and spoke some soothing words to him.
"Shh... hun, easy, let it out sweety, just let it out, you will feel better." Louis said as he massaged his boyfriend's back.
All of a sudden he heard the horn of another ship. Louis ran to the captain's cabin and had to steer the yacht, it made some more wild movements and he was able to avoid sailing into the other ship. He should've gone and checked the computer again. Now he was looking at the computer and really saw no more ships near, so he left and went back to Harry, who was still in the bathroom. Due to the movements their yacht had just done, Harry got even more sick than before.
Harry was still throwing up.
"Hey, Haz... it's still two hours to Dover... do you think you can make it? Or do you want me to change the course and go home?" Louis asked. His boyfriend wasn't looking good.
"H...home..." Harry said with a shaky voice and threw up again. Louis massaged his boyfriend's back. He felt so sorry for him. Poor Harry.
Louis went to change the course. After that he returned to Harry, who had now layed himself down on the bench in their small living room that they had on their boat.
"Oh Hazza, you're so pale. Are you feeling a little bit better now?" Louis asked.
"Ughhh... no... not really. My stomach hurts..." Harry said.
"Aw... sweety, I'm sorry you're sea sick. The water isn't really calm, is it?" Louis asked.
"No..." Harry said softly and let out a moan. Then he got up with a start and covered his mouth again. He wanted to run to the bathroom, but in his haste he tripped over the carpet and fell. He didn't make it in time anymore, and threw up all over the carpet. He started crying.
"L..Louis... the carpet... I'm so... sorry." Harry cried.
"Don't worry love. I was tired of the colour anyway." Louis replied jokingly.
Harry smiled a little. Louis went to Harry and helped him up. Harry was rubbing his wrist.
"Did you hurt your wrist love?" Louis asked concerned.
"A bit. But it's not that bad." Harry answered. It was just hurting a little bit from the fall he just made, but it wasn't bad. The pain would go away soon.
"Okay. If it starts to hurt more, tell me. Then we ice it. Oh, Haz, I need to go to the cabin to check the computer again. You just lay down here. I'll put a bowl next to you. Don't try to run sweety. I'll be right back." Louis said.
Harry nodded and layed himself down. He was so nauseous. He couldn't wait for the moment when they would dock and could drive home. Louis checked the cabin and everything was okay. Thirty minutes more and they could dock back at the port. Louis returned to Harry.
"Haz, sweetheart, hold on. Thirty more minutes and we can go home." Louis said as he kneeled down beside Harry to stroke his hair.
Harry nodded.
"Lou...can you rub my stomach a little bit? It really hurts..." Harry said. His stomach was hurting from all the times he had thrown up.
Louis nodded and rubbed small circles on Harry's stomach. It made Harry feel relax, but only for a little bit. Harry sat up with a start and grabbed the bowl. And he threw up another time. Louis stroked his back again.
"Aw... Haz... poor sweetheart. Can I do something for you?" Louis asked concerned.
Harry shook his head. There wasn't much that Louis could do for him. All he wanted now was go home and go to bed.
Thirty minutes later they arrived and Louis docked the ship.
"Harry, the ship is docked. Let's go home. Can you walk?" Louis asked.
"I think so... still nauseous though." Harry said softly.
He got up and got off the yacht. Louis was giving support to Harry. Harry wasn't really out of balance or something, but Louis knew his boyfriend had thrown up a lot and was probably quite tired and feeling weak.
He helped Harry to get in the car and drove home as slowly and carefully as he could. When they got home, Harry ran for the toilet once more. He had the feeling that he had to throw up, but he was only dry heaving. There was nothing left in his stomach. Louis went to the toilet as well and comforted his poorly feeling stomach. After a while Harry was finally done.
"Are you done sweety?" Louis asked.
"Yes." Harry answered softly.
"Come on, let's get you to bed. Perhaps if you sleep a little, you'll feel completely fine again when you wake up." Louis said to Harry, helping him to get upstairs. Harry layed down in their king size bed and closed his eyes. Louis layed down beside him for a little while. Harry moved closer to his boyfriend and put his head on Louis' chest.
"Lou?" Harry asked softly.
"Yes love, feeling sick again?" Louis asked concerned. Harry was still quite pale. Not as much as before anymore, but still.
"No. It's not that. It's just..." Harry said softly. He really felt like he had ruined their whole day.
"What is it love? Whatever it is, you can tell me, you know that." Louis said, with a gentle voice.
"I'm sorry for ruining our day... I didn't mean to." Harry said and a few tears escaped the corner of his eye.
"Hey, shh... don't worry about it. You got sea sick. I feel really sorry for you, that you were so sick. Really, don't worry." Louis said and stroked Harry's hair.
He could feel Harry shaking and his shirt was getting wet.
"Hey, Haz... don't cry love, it's okay, really. Don't worry." Louis cooed.
"O...kay. My stomach... stil hu-u-rts." Harry cried.
"Want me to rub it a little more sweetheart?" Louis asked.
Harry nodded.
Louis was rubbing his boyfriend's stomach and sang a song for him. After a while he noticed his boyfriend's breathing had evened out and fell asleep. Louis kissed Harry's curls and decided to take a nap as well.
The boat trip didn't matter that much to him. He just wanted Harry to feel better. And luckily he did, after a night of belly rubs and kisses of his loving and caring boyfriend.
A/N: I don't know anything about yacht's or ships in general, so if things are written in a weird way... I'm sorry :P